Pissing your pants

I think that the scariest dream I've ever had is one that lasted for about a second or two.

It's a dream which isn't so much visual, but more sensual, in that it draws from my other senses, mainly touch.

I was laying there one night, half asleep, when suddenly, I felt like the mattress beneath me had suddenly given away, and I was free-falling. I was falling for what felt like an eternity when suddenly, I felt the mattress again, and a cold shock ran through my body, and I shuddered a bit.

Believe me... if you had that dream, you'd be pissing your pants too.

But what's the point of this?

The point is that over the holidays, between the parties, the shopping, the travelling, snowboarding, EVERYTHING, I fell.

It didn't take long for me to fall. Despite me knowing that after falling, I'd be alright, it still haunts me that I had succumbed to my lust, my desire for a quick rush, a feeling of power and closeness.


The Sex God guys are gathering again tomorrow at the SUB. I wonder what they can possibly do to top their gathering on the 19th...

Maybe I should go to find out.

But then again, I've already done the dirty deed, so I'm not even sure if I'm welcome back.

Maybe if I keep my ring on, nobody will notice.

Maybe... just maybe...