Major Grossness Factor

You were warned.

Ok, two things, both sex-related (explains the title).

1. The thought

I caught a glimpse of an ad, I think it was for a current affairs program, or something similar. It was about sex addicts, and a woman was speaking, saying she thought about sex all the time, every day.

*Hooch's thoughts* Well... so do I. A lot, anyway. Does that make me a sex addict? Can you be a sex addict without having sex? I guess you can be an alcoholic without drinking... so does that make me like a dry alcoholic? A dry sex addict? hehehehe Dry, indeed.

2. The dream
I don't have many sex dreams, really. Not graphic ones, anyway. They tend to trail off before it gets to the meaty stuff. Or perhaps I don't recall it. Bummer. But I remembered this dream I had a few nights ago. It woke me from my sleep. It really does warrant the above warning though.

I am in intimate position with a bloke I went to school with. We were never even remotely involved then, or since, although we have been in contant on and off online in the last few years. But still, nothing to provoke this dream. (apologies to him if he was to read this) So, we are naked and he is on top of me, kissing, and he is finally going to enter me when, bam, nothing. He's already come, too early. He's embarressed, but I, never one to let such things get in my way, just recommend next time we use a condom (do not ask me why we weren't, I am adamant about such things... it's a dream!) and so we're at it again, with the snogging and it's all good, and he's inside me and it's still all good, and then he comes again. But this time it's like an immense rythmic pulsation inside me, except that, at the same time, it feels like he is coming in my mouth, and I am gagging and can't control the choking and reflex against the amount that's hitting the back of my throat, and I just want it to be over. And then I can't control it any more and I vomit down his back. And yes, there were small pieces of diced carrot.

Who the fuck has dreams like this??