Dentistry Induced Erotica

Dentistry Induced Erotica

 

I have been having nightmares almost every single sleepless night for the last 7 1/2 years of my life.

Last night was different.

In my dream, it was nighttime and I was reclined on the sofa in the waiting room, where there were bay windows overlooking the street.

A dentist was sewing up my tongue and telling me to come back in 5 days if the edges of my tongue start to curl.

Because

  1. a) dentists perform tongue surgery ALL the time, and
  2. b) Surgery always happens without anaesthetic, and on the filthy sofa of a germ-infested waiting room.

And since having one’s tongue sewn up is such an arousing experience, I completely overlooked the fact that he wasn’t even remotely my type, and embarked on flirting shamelessly with said dentist.

And he liked it. A lot.

And while we never fully got all out – down and dirty, in the dirtiest sense of the word; And without giving you all the squirmy gropey dry-humpy details; The dream became very erotic.

And I woke up in a great mood.

Because in my world, compared to my usual nightmares, a pudgy Scottish dentist rubbing himself against you while suturing your tongue, is a good dream.

And I, after all the sad depressing posts that I have imposed on you lately, thought you could use some cheering up.

You’re welcome.

 

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