I was at this party with a bunch of famous people and hit it off with some friends of Marilyn Manson. One of them really liked me and I guess decided to procure me for Manson. He drove me over to Manson's place and dropped me off so I could get it on with him (yuck IRL, but whatever). When I got there he was eating some girl out and it was very graphic so I'll spare you that part. She left and he was ready to do me. He had some weird requests I will also spare you of.
But anyway, the important part: his wife--who was you, AlexxaHex!--walks in and asks if I wanted anything to drink. I said I was fine and you went back into the kitchen to do wifely things. You were very cool and accomodating and didn't give a shit that I was (the second girl that day) banging your husband.
This is my second dream about stripperwebbers. The first was about VG's kids. They were almost like angels. I suppose this one was for balance.![]()



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