For some reason, I always like to read accounts of people’s sex dreams, perhaps because the filters that kick in when we consciously create fantasies in erotic fiction aren’t present in dreams. From Provocative Persiflage, we hear about the dream of twelve tushes:

The Tale of Twelve Tushes:

All lined up in a row.

This was my dream the other night.

The room was dark and mahogany paneled. The light from the wall sconces was enough to illuminate their flesh but cast a glow rather than a glare on the 12 perfect asses raised, waiting.

I was wearing a strap on harness, a large, very life-like dildo protruding from my hips, and standing behind the girls…