Shagging Superman

I had the pleasure of having a superbly splendid dream last night. So wonderful was the dream that I could not bear to wake up, and kept trying to lull myself back to sleep in hope of having a continuation.

I dreamt of Superman.

It was an action packed dream, not unlike a movie. There was some sort of attack and two planes were planned to crash into the houses. Of course, Superman was there to save the day.

But it wasn't all that Hollywood-worthy action that got me excited. It was those moments in which I made out with Superman!

YES! I had one of my usual dreams of me making out with some celebrity. This time it involved a superhero. Not that I adore Superman a lot. The male lead in my amorous dream could be Spiderman, Bionic Man and He Man for all I care.

But the making out was just out of this world.

The bedroom ambience is simply screw-inducing. Late night street lamps cast a nice glow in the darkened room while the sheer white curtains billowed. And there was Superman and I in coital embrace, hovering above the bed!

Yep, if you wanna do the horizontal mambo with a superhero, then better do it in style!

And if being a superhero meant having super seduction powers, then I can say IT IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE! I was begging to be eaten!

Sheesh! As much as I want to be Miss Erotica Yue and spill the details of my dream, I cannot. It is waaaay too juicy for you people.

Let's just say that I was breathless and fevered at the end of the nocturnal marathon. Terribly exciting!

The funny thing is, this could not be called a wet dream since I did not... erm... wake up wet. But boy, was I exhausted! It was as if I did not sleep at all the whole night.

But that's alright with me. I should not complain, eh?

I wouldn't even mind having Superman or Captain America look me up in my dreams every night. Or even better, Hugh Jackman as Wolverine. Utterly wild!

Then I can stop bugging Joshie baby every day to appease my insatiable appetite. I bet he'll appreciate that.