Hot! Hot! Hot!

I don’t normally blog about sex, mostly because I am so rarely having any but I just couldn’t help myself today. Last night I had the best sex dream ever. I assume that most women and some men probably fantasize about Johnny Depp or Taye Diggs or that hot guy from The Fast and the Furious that never made another movie worth watching. And there is nothing wrong with that, all those guys are well worth getting off to. Usually when I have a sex dream though, it rapidly deteriorates into a nightmare because I end up doing the guy up in finance or David Gest or someone else that makes your skin crawl. I wake up in a cold sweat and have to reassure myself that you can’t get herpes from your dreams.

But last night, last night was the way sex dreams are supposed to go. I got to have sex with Brett Favre and he was well worth the wait. That butt. Those arms. That man is so unbelievably hot. I am definitely a big fan of any guy with well defined arms. I woke up and wanted a cigarette. Then I tried to will myself back to sleep to continue the dream, but that never happens. And I want to know why. The last time I had a good sex dream was back in 1992 when I dreamt about Luke Perry. I was so in love with Dylan McKay that I had a life-sized poster up in my bedroom and I might have made out with it once or twice. But that was a thirteen-year old sex dream, before I knew what sex could be like, so that hardly counts. Luke introduced me to sex dreams, but Brett has definitely set the bar, and he set it pretty high. So if anyone has any good suggestions on how to make yourself have great sex dream, please fill me in. God knows I need it.