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The Pleasure House
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The Pleasure House I had the most interesting dream last night. I was, as in most of my dreams, running around trying to save the World. And, per the usual, certain persons were trying to stop me. (Yes: this is my usual... I'm always rushing, sometimes I have assistance, sometimes I don't) Well: Mistress BadAssBlonde1 told me that if I ever needed any help, go to this certain place. Said place being "The Pleasure House". I suppose were this anybody else's dream but mine, the scene would be XXX rated. LOL. But of all things... The Pleasure House was located in a Mall. It was a totally non-descript doorway, but once you walked inside you realized the outside view was misleading. It opened up like ... well, something I would imagine seeing in Vegas. The Pleasure House was just for the ladies. It was full of gorgeous men, of various ages and fairly scantily dressed. (Jeans and topless seemed the basic norm, many wore less). There were corners and comfy pillows to lounge in. Some spaces were a little more secluded, others were set up a little from the main floor. There were plants throughout and an occasional waterfall for atmosphere. There was a stage at one end of the room for entertainment. Yes, strippers. Though they never got fully naked. (Me and my poor censored dreams LOL.) And it wasn't just strippers: any kind of entertainment. Singing. Reading. Whatever. Really though The House was not about sex, but... about everything else. Sex itself was not allowed, but cuddling, kissing, dancing... just having a gorgeous guy to hang on and talk to for a while. They were paid to listen and be understanding. Of course there were also drinks and food to pay for. So how this helped me is that after I arrived, and was being shown around by one of the men... I found the one I wanted to assist me. So we talked a while and somehow I got him to agree to help me out. I suppose a lot had to do with him beign on BAB's payroll and The Word (capitals are appropriate here, I believe?) had come down to help me in anything I wanted. So the poor guy had to go with me as a body-guard and assistant while I tried to save the world, and keep those wanting to stop me from succeeding. And as if this dream wasn't already crazy enough: my religion was pulled into it to. One of my stops after The Pleasure House was to assist some religious friends who were also helping to save the world. Myself and Mr. Bodyguard were running from the bad-guys at the time. So... that's my dream. Did I save the world? Not yet. If I did I wouldn't have anything else to dream about. Because BadAssBlonde was actually in part of my dream, albeit her personal appearance was very brief, I decided I had to share it. She was the owner of The Pleasure House though, so in a way she was always in the background. So: Men: would you work in such a place? Women: would you visit such a place? I think a few minutes would be fun just to people watch. I know the people watching in my dream was interesting. You can tell lots about human character when they're in a place they don't have to worry about outside censorship. The whole "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" thing--despite it wasn't *IN* Vegas. On the other hand, if I were to *click* with somebody there, it would probably become just as addicting as VisionPersonals.com or any other addiction I have. Sometimes I wonder what "normal" dreams are like. And I'm jealous of those that have sexual dreams. But mine work for me. |
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Oh oh oh, sweet pea ... I love it! Amazing how true to form much of your dream actually is. As for visiting such a House ... yes, I would and highly recommend others do also. Actually, I prefer being the owner *W* You just let Mistress know when you want to come to the House of Pleasure to finish your dream. After all the sex is gone, there is the mind - Lady Hunter / BAB Copyright © House of Lady Hunter 1998-2009 
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Quite a dream. Assuming this dream was not the result of eating mushrooms, I would like to work there. But they wouldn't hire me. Nobody likes a doorman with gyrating hips. [blog talldarkavg1]
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TDK... Hmmmmmmmmmmm.... eating mushrooms? I did, in fact, have some sort of Kraft brand noodles... fancy mac n'cheese with mushroom bits in it for dinner. I just assumed, being from Kraft, that the mushrooms were safe.... maybe *that* is the problem. On the other hand, that would only excuse one out of a thousand or so odd dreams I've had in my life lol
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