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When he was alone, he dreamed of a marshmallow paradise. He did not dream of breasts or cock, he did not dream of dung or lard, he did not dream of blow jobs or anal sex. He did not dream of doing someone from behind, or ontop, or with one leg on the back on a donkey while she slid forward on a sea otter. No, he did not dream of any of these things. He dreamt of marshmallows.

Not librarians getting naked, nor nurses taking his temperature. Not pearl necklaces or anal beads. Not nuts or navels. Not a single taint. He dreamed of goddamn marshmallows. And he hated himself.

Date Written: December 01, 2003
Author: Noah Simple
Average Vote: 4.5

12/2/2003 Will Disney (5): i love this one!
12/2/2003 Texxx (4): Well done.
12/2/2003 Mr. Pony (4): I hear you, man.
02/3/2004 senator (5): Great short, I've got nothing else to say.
02/11/2004 throg (4): damn funny.
02/11/2004 Texxx: If I could, I'd revise this with a 5-star rating. Is he at least toasting the marshmallows in his dreams?
02/12/2004 Noah Simple: Yes, I do believe the marshmallow paradise provides for the toasting of said marshmallows. But don't quote me on that.
04/5/2004 scoop (5): Good stuff.