yelle hotel
I had the dream about Yelle again. The one where she’s reclining on a red heart-shaped bed and waiting for me to arrive.
But what Yelle doesn’t know is that her room has been bricked up behind a wall of the hotel. And even if I could find her, there’s no way I could get to her, not unless the dream world decides to bless me with a cock that doubles as a pneumatic drill.
And she’s lonely, and she’s waiting for me, and her vibrator batteries are starting to run out.