Night Dream

And someone firmly said to a fuming host of others, "Let us not merely think of her as only a tool for our pleasure for she has come to us for security and safety and it will be unbecoming for both ourselves and for her if we should deliver her solely to the gratifications of a single function." Those who heard these sayings eyes became filled with anger at the self-righteous suggestion that they should behave themselves in the administration of their prize. One hundred robust men to one female is the numbers that she who is isolated must deal with and one hundred days in turn are allotted for taking turns with her not counting the communal occasions when she must appease the entire host that takes her by the hands and buttocks. Someone firmly said to an unconvinced host that at the current pace of usage they will deprive themselves of the only female that they have and this entails that they as a unit must be of one mind to conserve their only resource by allowing her the appropriate amount of rest needed to rejuvenate her energies and possibly even eliminating or reduce the occurrences of her communal engagement sessions.

And someone said, "Let us build her a house in the middle of the island",grew into physical substance out of a series of night dreams from that underlying structure that was a sense of loneliness that she carried with her from daylight to bed. For a period of many nights the duration of the dream became longer and clearer in its focus until the dream became her actual life and now that she have realized her fantasy the ability of her body to accommodate her wishes is becoming like fibers of strings that many robust hands are greedily dangling from pillow to pillow without recuperation time for her in-between them. Someone has said,"Let's we as a group be mindful not to overwork our only resource and place limits on our indulgences", but that suggestion is only met with unfriendly sentiments as each have desires of her that seem not to be able to quench and even the one who speaks talks not with a whole heart as he also is injected with a pillow of salt. Alone on an island paradise with her chosen vessels have long been a night dream of hers that by some means have found it fruition and in all of her dreams she has been the person in control of all activities but as the reality of the island is playing itself out this is a case of social structure that has not come about.

And someone said, "Let us build her a house in the middle of the island that have gates and bars around it and give her the keys to open and close them as she so pleases.", and with a single voice this recommendation is not enforced by those who view the subject matter as merely a sexual toy and for those who are incline to see the longevity of said personal object by doing this have in forethought no desires to be reduced of their wages by the acquiescence of this subtle form of personal abstinence from the cozy comforts of their penis encampments. The disagreement is not about whose turn it is because a practical schedule is already evoked that satisfies this procurement but how can the most efficient use of her can be maintained and in the process not wear her down into a cream filled blob that will ultimately render her as being available to all but usefully satisfying to none as her collaborating energies are sapped away leaving the robust with an inanimate morsel to be the partaker of their inflating intrigues.

Her island dream has turned out to be more than she can physically handle and now her dream is that this dream will quickly dismantle because being constantly sore, weary and fragmented have given her much room for second thoughts of how the delicacies of her body should be managed. The disagreement is a gentleman's debate concerning the attributes that her penetrations should take with the most part saying to forget about any type of restrains and to just keep blistering her warm sockets for all that they are made. And someone said, "Let us parley amongst ourselves and give reasonable heed to this for we are of a number and she is of herself only and this being the case we should conduct ourselves accordingly for what will be our good if we dwindle her down to a frazzle and diminish ourselves of the joys of her open candles. Let us not be haste to make waste as we are all here on this island and are not going anyplace.",and the thought of this argument give more than a few a keen interest in the visionary remarks of the rational saying but the greedy holdouts basically formulated the final decision and so it stays that her night dreams are fulfilled and the form of her body must endure the pot marks of ravenous drills as the island does not have a significant change in seasons and one hundred to one is the answer to her dreamily petitions.