[Private, very very unhackable. Seriously, I bet he spent hours making it so.]
Huh. That was a weird one. I can't quite chase it, either. It was rather... vivid. I'll write about it here, maybe it will leave me alone if I do. Like last time.
I wonder if Naruto would ever agree to being fucked while wearing a pink apron. Quite the image, and I'm not sure I really should want to know this. Well, for me to dream something like that... seeing him in one must really have stuck in my mind, for whatever reason. It's embarrassing how my mind twisted it into this. It was in the kitchen, too, but unlike when I saw him in that apron for the first time, I was eating his food. He was cooking mine for himself. ... Weird.
But why Naruto? Of all people. Do I have some kind of unconscious thing for blonds? Maybe, actually. Hn. But it's something else. It has to be... Whatever.
Why I was six again during the part with aniki is beyond me, too. As if it wasn't perverse enough as it was. In our parents' bed, with bloody lips... and then the breath play.
It barely felt like sex at all, but then again, it was a screwed up dream.
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Naruto, I believe I've found something of yours. Or rather, something of yours have found my underwear drawer and made itself a nest. I'm expecting you to come by and pick it up.