I Thought Wet Dreams Were Myths

Last night, I awoke to my boyfriend getting out of bed awkwardly (as in trying not to touch the sheets where he was lying), and he proceeds to get some tissue, without realizing that I had already woken up by him moving out of bed. I just assumed he woke up horny and masturbated, but since he usually doesn't cum on the sheets, I had other thoughts. So, I asked him if he had a wet dream? And he's like oh, you caught me, how embarrassing. I imagine if he found out that I wrote about this here, he would probably kill me, or well yea, kill me.

I told him that he must have had a pretty damn good dream, and he proceeds to say it started off with his parents (awkward moment), and then it led into another dream of him and his Star Wars: The Old Republic companion Vette, or a Twi'lek character in general, in which they were forced to have sex. I had hoped it would have been about me if he's going to have spontaneous orgasms, but I guess this means I need to cut off his Star Wars time, because Vette is trying to take over as the better companion in his subconscious!

That bitch.

Now he's going to make it more realistic and fuck his blue fleshlight, and pretend its really Vette or imagine that's what her poon looks like. It is alien after all. I suppose one shouldn't be jealous, since I actually got it for him, but this is just weird.

Too weird.

hah.