I had a bizarrely obscenely erotic dream last night. Well, obscene is pushing it a bit.
Might have to do that I was au telephone with Hot Stud after popping some Ambien as I coasted off to lala-land last night.

This is the PG-13 version of a borderline XXX/NC17 dream:

Hot Stud emails me and tells me to go to a particular day spa at 10am. There is a reservation for me. So I go, rather excited about the whole spa thing since I haven't gotten an ounce of pampering since Rosie hadn't come out.

I show up at the spa, I'm whixked away, into warm thick cotton robe. A facial. Foot massage. Body scrub and finally - a brazilian (wink wink).

They give me an envelope from him instructing me that he is outside waiting for me, to dress in the clothes he has selected for me. (Nothing trashy - flowing floating skirt a little above the knee and a soft sweater that buttons down the front. No panties.

We drive to the mall right across the street. He tells me we're going shoe shopping. (At this point in my dream, I consciously think "YAY! A dream that includes Hot Stud AND shoe shopping!!! Yeee Haw!)

At the shoe section, we meander around looking at shoes. He picks out a pair of black books - with lacing up the  back and a nice high heel. Asks for them in my size and when the shoeguy brings them, Hot Stud says that he'll manage this part or else he'll be bored.

Then Hot Stud whispers into my ear that he wants to see the results of my spa trip while fitting my boots.

I looked right into his eyes and smiled (thinking you naughty man!)

The rest of the dream is left to me, but suffice it to say... Meeeeeeeeee-ow!
Remember, this was a dream. He was shocked to learn last night that I hadn't kissed another guy or been out with anyone since him. (So was I)

And I'd like to add that the boots in the dream were totally kick-ass. I was MEANT to have them.