What A Thong Will Get You

The dream starts out in a stranger’s house. They are Middle-Eastern, but their children I very Americanized. Their kids are two boys. One is around 14 and looks partly Hispanic. The other is a guy around 17 who looks surprisingly like Dez from Coal Chamber. I am the living room with them along with Yoshi and maybe Prince Charming. They are al talking to one another and soon one by one they leave. Soon I am left alone with the Dez guy who I was using as a headrest. He is holding me and starts to squeeze tighter rocking me back and forth. I look up at him and have a growing liking for him. I try to kiss him but only skim his bottom lip for he had turned away towards the door, as if he had heard some one. We get up.

I then find myself in my room with Yoshi and Prince Charming, who is on the computer. One makes a comment about me and the Dez guy. I brush it off. The Prince Charming starts to ask me those questions again. “Would you have sex with him?” “Would you give him a blow job?” I stay silent and Yoshi leaves the room. Prince Charming then asks me if I’d let some one finger me. I turn away from him and lay down mumbling a “ya I guess” I then notice I am wearing a short, short, denim skirt and a thong under neither. I lift up my legs, bent at the knee and spread them just enough for him to see it. I hear him say “Hell ya” and I feel him pull it off. He does finger me but just until I cant take it, letting out a sigh. I get up to thank him but he is gone. I rub myself to relieve myself one more time.

Now I find myself walking to what looks like Subway but in my mind I know I’m going to that guys house. I don’t know why. I don’t want to do anything with him. Not sex at least. When I get to the door I open it without a knock, I don’t know why I am doing this, I fear I will be seen and screamed at to get out. Then I see the 14-year-old boy. I ask him if his brother is up stairs. He says that he won’t let me go up there and be alone with his brother. Then he whispers I’m not going to let have unprotected sex. I give him a baffled look but I also take this as a challenge to get up stairs. Then I see him come down. He looks at his little brother and takes me by the waist “Lets go play pool.” I follow him out into the backyard to a velvety dark green pool table.

I am at school. Outside in the lunch area. All of my friends and me are playing a game called Survivor. I don’t know how to play and I find myself “out” first. I have to sit down on a wooden board with all of the belongings in my pocket underneath it. I don’t want to do this because I have money in my pockets. They say no one will take it so I obey.


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May 01, 2003 - 1:53 a.m.