When it happened..

Twas a reality, in turn becoming fantasy, galloping oh so dreamily… Plans were made till the vibe changed. Slipped off its axis.

I landed in San Fran on a chilly October night. Seated and greeted with a Purple Kush Medi Cone. Blown. 5 minutes in feeling so lifted and sex driven..by the semi long drive, watching this sexy driver, driving to San Pablo. Space man, watching me, through his rear view mirror. All along the watch tower.. I too, watch him. Got home safely, immediately felt weird and knocked out instantly. [after all, twas a bumpy five.five hour flight.] Few feet away, in the other room, he has text messaged me goodnight. At that point, with my mental dirtbag sight, I wanted to bust open his room door, throw down my draws and get on my paws. But, I quickly shut my eyes, closed my legs, calmed my wetness and went to bed. to dream the unthinkable scheme.

It might seem as if though, the next day came, he became more flirty. Lovey, Dovey, music and feelings. Querkle hugs and kisses. Undivided attention and massive, massive Cali trees. Fake?

Anyway…he took me up to Twin Peaks, where I have seen the most perfection scene. Mountain lurking, mouth to mouth eloping… watching the San Francisco sunset, disperse into the ocean. Sex motion and love devotion, I sunk into his potion. Minutes later, watched the moon rise, where as, seconds after, felt the drippings between my thighs. He rubbing up against, mine. Abruptly, Pouring down…take me now, Under wood.

Fucking fool feeding me romantically emotions towards me. Thought it was clear from the beginning, I’m older and one of the creators of those tools. Same broken down tools you currently endure. Whos playing who? 

So, anywho, next day comes by and he calls out of work. his ultimate drive, from day one, was to show me a good time. Successfully speaking, he’s driven me through the almighty famous Golden Gate Bridge. Sight seeing, mountain peaking, spark sending. Besides taking me into his woods he knew I’d like, THEE woods. Muir woods to be exact. In fact, almost made love there too. Controlled, though.

So, each morning and night, we made love, Sex and fucked. Way more than once, twice and thrice…… he knew me a lot. & fooled me into thinking he was falling and couldn’t get up. Me, still on top.. suddenly, stupidly slipped and fell accidentally. Now I’m currently hunting the method of coping.

Treated me like a special lady, friend and lover, treating me like the Queen of the castle. Therefore, It was a dream, indeed; fantasy weekend. Though it did seem as real as a true love, deep cut, all at once. 

Walking down the lonely road, I’m dripping in gold, living my life like it is goldenly gold.