A dream:I, a straight man, am about to meet a delicate femboy at an Old World-coded hotel; on a hill, perhaps, surrounded by trees; somber dark green all around, reddish mahogany doors and windows, deep shade. I am on the second or third floor, gallery flats, somewhere in the middle of a long open walkway. We are there to make love, NO sodomy. A stereotypical valet has led me there. We are right by the door. He's holding two sea shells, the smaller elongated kind, in his half-closed fist, one blue, one pink. He asks me if the femboy is AGP or HSTS. I am momentarily confused by the question, but think to myself that, naturally, they are AGP. As I think this, he telepathically receives it, and squeezes his fist shut, making the blue shell fall right in the middle of this porcelain plate he brought along on a tray. He looks down at it and lets out an intrigued "oooOOH?!", as if he almost never sees the blue one. I then suddenly recall the lore of the shells: the blue one is for AGPs and the pink one for HSTSs. The valet is supposed to bring me the femboy's ejaculate in the shell, as a ritual prelude to the love-making; it's supposed to be filled to the brim, a whole load. I am overcome with anticipation and, looking up from the shell, I notice that everything, the hotel, the trees, the sky, even the shade, is now tinted with the same hue of blue.Thank you for your attention to this matter.
>>44035358"Old-World Coded" you are retarded and I will not read the rest of your post. Thank you for your attention to this matter
>>44035440Are you ok?
