I was visited by a hot fairy last night, in a dream. Man, she was beahutiful! Long golden blonde hair, radiant skin, the perfect body, the loveliest face, perfection in a woman. She was in a forest clearing, floating above a pool; only, I'm not sure she was a real fairy because, I am sure of it, she was on strings (or fishing line or something), swinging back and forth above the pool, in the moonlight. Still, very attractive.
She didn't notice me though (pity), I was just hiding behind some bushes perving (looking) at her. Looking, and admiring, is such a complete waste of time don't you think? It never achieves anything.. |