Is it a safe room?
(Caveat — that I’m able to keep in mind, which I’m notorious for perhaps maybe not doing). I ended up being… enough years of age, as well as for some reason why evening, whenever I lay my head that is weary upon pillow, we drifted into slumber subject to some X-rated thoughts about… Robbie Williams.
Yes, the bawdy, slick-haired, ‘00s British crooner — “I’m loving angels instead” and all sorts of that — ended up being the topic of my first and just sex dream. I don’t also like Robbie Williams that much. Continue reading