lucille

Why do I have such naughty, torturous dreams about that forbidden boy? Dreams of seduction, pain, sex in grocery stores in the produce section? Of digging through piles of cute, sexy, frilly underwear that belong to all the other women, and finding three pairs of mine? Okay, that doesn't make sense to me either, but I think it may be the fact that he is so desired and the underwear are my competition? I dunno. I do know, I wake up in a cold sweat wanting him next to me, but knowing it will never happen. Knowing that it's an itch I will never scratch. Or will I......