I thought you guys, gals, and pals might like the dream I had last night.
My wife and I were going on vacation, staying in an extravagantly fancy hotel. The floor was covered in hexagonal black, white, and gold tires. The walls were papered with gold leaf, and the vaulted ceiling was glass, revealing the stars. My wife and I are dressed in a gorgeous backless dress and a bespoke Italian suit, respectively.
I had to go talk to the front desk to verify everything was alright with the room. My wife held a table at the bar next to the lobby. An older gentleman approaches my wife. He comes from big money and is clearly used to getting what he wants.
As I walk back, I hear him say, “A beautiful face like yours must have something equally beautiful below. I’ve seen your type before. Name your price.”
I grab her waist. “My wife is not for rent.”
My wife and I soon end up in our hotel room. Our hands are on each other before our clothes hit the floor. She jumps on top of me and rides me like a machine.