The blue Egyptian cotton seems to fight my every move wrapping themselves around my legs like silken cords, stifling me, holding me in my night terror....With a quake in my breast and lead in my stomach I come awake quickly and to immediate consciousness. At first, it isn't clear why I should feel this way but what reasons are needed when your psyche, your very soul, is speaking to your sleeping mind.That is what woke me so abruptly and with such clarity. A dream that came from so deeply inside. Maybe I should have know by how good he was at sucking cock, I was and am terrible and once again you ladies are right cum even pre-cum tastes fucking horrible. That is why I now drink apple and pineapple juice every day. Now the ladies tell me that my cum tastes lovely. I tasted it and they are being nice. It does taste a lot better but it still isn't good. Maybe it is like the smell of pussy. Truth is that the odor of pussy all by itself would be considered unpleasant. If we smell it anywhere. I couldn't challenge a clan leader. That was taboo. Still, that meant I might have to fight twelve times, in order to achieve my goal. No clan leader would stand alone to oppose my elevation to Sree.While I'd exhausted all my petition opportunities, after each challenge there would be another vote taken on whether to acknowledge me as Sree. After watching my challenge, some of the clan's Sree Hunters might decide to support my elevation. Custom dictated that a defeated opponent would then vote. The newest addition to our swinging community is Will & Violet, a young couple that bought the old Hatfield house at the end of the block. Violet and I go back a few years from our time working together in Iowa City. She has a lovely smile, beautiful dark red hair, and a nice curvy body. I never fooled around when we were working together fifteen years ago, but now that she's here in Dubuque, and I have a different, more open sexual lifestyle, I'll admit I've been fantasizing about her.