All this talk about inadvertant sexual interaction with male dna in my final post for the night must have prompted my dream last night!

I was with Kylie Minogue, who is the very definition of the hottest of real femininity, and she had just flown me in her light plane from Miller's Point to the Balmain Peninsula. (Don't ask me how that was practical, it was just a friggin' dream!)

To edit out some of the subsequent detail (in which we visited the fish markets) we ended up at a hotel for the night with an anonymous male acquaintance of mine.

Kylie slept between us.

The night must have passed, my dream edited that part out, but next it was first thing in the morning and my acquaintance had got up to go to the bathroom, which woke me up. (Ha! asleep, I had been dreaming I was asleep.)

A nude Kylie, next to me, woke up too.

I pulled down the sheet to look at her, and her bare pussy was completely splashed and dripping with come!

That was my dream filling in the action of the previous night - ha ha! Very considerate!

"You've still got the come all over you Kylie" I commented.

She giggled and said "Mmm...yes."

The sight of her cum dripping bare pussy and her sleepy, kittenish reaction to it suddenly made me feel really hot.

I launched myself at her mouth and began devouring it. The same things must have made her feel hot too because I felt her very fullish and perky tits (for her petite size) swell with her passion against my chest and her nipples jabbed at me with a new pointiness.

Man, I was super aroused, and got between her legs, which she spread in completely welcoming compliance, and I slid it in to her bareback right to the hilt.

Ha ha! The very presence and sight of the come on Kylie's come splashed bare pussy - not all of which was mine - was a big part of the heat of it all.

Now that was my dream, and it worked in that, big time, but in real life I feel I still may harbour some reservations. Or maybe it just needed the heat of the uber-feminine Kylie Minogue to completely feminise the come.

Probably it was that. There is something to that, as I have snowballed in the past.

Anyway, make of it what you will. At least it feels like I've f**ked Kylie - and you haven't!