The Dream

I feel like I can fly right now because I just had the best date imaginable with my sexy mate. His ass looked so good in those jeans and his lips were so fucking tempting. His boys were so cute with their nonsensical babbling and persistent drooling. Honest to the moon goddess, I wanted to fuck him on that restaurant table so bad, to feel up his bubble butt and soak in his warmth. I miss him already and it's only been five minutes since I dropped him off. I am now pulling up into my drive way of my mansion. My mansion is actually Victorian style but with new renovations and installments. I park my car in my garage full of my other 50 cars, 20 bikes, 40 trucks and 2 limousines, and enter my home. I tiredly climb the spiral staircase to my room and flop down on the bed, without removing my shoes or clothes. Now I know by now people are wondering, how can a chef who works in a restaurant own all of those lavish things? The answer is simple I don't only work in a restaurant but I own many