Enrique the Manservant :: Diary Entry 65


		by Brooding_Soul
Chupa Chups: 0...V.V. BAAAD! Especially after the dream! Head licks: 1. V. V. BAAAD! Because it wasn't made by me!

Oh, diary, I had the most awful dream last night. It was like a nightmare. A very orgasmic nightmare. In it, I was just coming home from buying a new pair of hot pants and some new colors of body glitter. Do not judge Enrique, diary, I cannot help my wily ways! I heard noises coming from Master Lex's room, sounding like he was in pain. I dropped my purchases and ran to his room, throwing open the door and shouting "Enrique is here to save you, Master!" And that, diary, is when the dream turned into an erotic nightmare. In my Master's bed was ESTEBAN! He was wearing...oh diary, I'm not sure that I can...he was wearing my gold glittered thong! My best one! And he totally did not fill it out! It was going to waste! But the part that was the most horrifying...Master Lex was in bed with Esteban! Master Lex was lying on the bed on his stomach, and Esteban was sitting on Master's glorious gluteals, totally smashing them with his fat ass. Esteban really needs to work out more. In the dream, Esteban was...oh diary, I cannot write this! I am crying! Please excuse me! OK, I am back. I had to go steal Master's latest bottle of Tynant. There was still water left in it, so I took a drink of it. I could almost feel Master Lex's lips on the bottle, as though we were kissing through some Tynantian link. Anyway, back to my dream. In the dream, Esteban had a pint of ice cream in bed with him and Master Lex. And not just any ice cream. The best, most orgasmic ice cream in the world...The Dreamery's "Chocolate Truffle Explosion." Oh diary...it's chocolate ice cream with nuggets of chocolate truffles and patches of chocolate syrup. One spoonful is death by chocolate, and the next spoonful is pure, heavenly bliss. Esteban was letting it melt on Master Lex's head. I came in, just in time to see Esteban, looking at me with an evil grin on his swarthy face, as he seductively licked his long tongue from Master's occipital bone to the top of his scalp. And Master Lex was groaning and writhing in ecstasy, enjoying every minute of it. I snapped out of the dream as fast as I could, horrified, only to look under the covers to see that the dream had made me completely aroused. Oh, diary, what is Enrique to do? Could this dream be a portent of what is to come? Not if I can help it. That little bitch Esteban is going down. And most certainly not on my master.