DREAMLANDSleep pours itselfInto my soul,And I slumber,My world a stageOf dreamersEnacting fantasies:Hermaphrodites delightIn their dual sex,Cavorting ...cross sylvanLandscapes with satyrsAnd dryads long deadBut alive againIn the magic, miraculousFantasyland of the Secret SelfSwollen and erect.I wake, shuddering,My thighs wet,My cock stiff,My breasts full,Their nipples swollenTo bursting,My heart a hammerOn an anvil,My soul drained,My hooves muddy,And my bark clawedTo bloody shreds.Tomorrow night,. I was wishing I had brought my board to the island,” Betsy said.“You don’t have it here?” the guy asked surprised by that little revelation.“It’s at my parents house,” Betsy saidIt was strange that she was living in Hawaii and hadn’t even given a thought to surfing. The surf board she had bought when studying in California was back in Arizona, where there was absolutely no chance of using it.“Where do you live?”“I live on Kauai.”“So you’re just visiting here, today,” the guy said.“I’m a. It was about 9 pm, when I heard the knock on my door. I opened it and as expected, there he was. He had a gym bag with him, which caught my eye immediately. We went straight for the kitchen and I pulled out a bottle of liquor. We each had a few shots to kinda break the ice and ease the tension in the air. I was fairly certain that we were going to have sex but the nervousness was still there. We sat and talked for about 30 minutes. At the apparent end of our conversation, I looked Jerry dead in. There she was in all her glory, right in front of you. Mumbling unintelligibly, your brain seemed to short circuit, eyes inseparably glued to her plump bosoms. She said nothing and took your hands in hers, leading you away quickly. You didn’t really care where she was taking you, just that you got a delicious view of her bouncing knockers as she strode purposefully.Before you knew it you were below the docks of the pier, footsteps rattled above you as she stopped by a railing. “You want em?”.