Roachville

I walked along the corridor of a complicated building, passing many open doors, until I found Kenneth Tann. He was sitting on a wide couch and he patted the space beside him. I joined him, and handed over very important papers. We examined them together and our bodies touched. I sat on his lap and he grabbed my breasts with both hands, squashing them through the fabric of my black t-shirt. I kissed him and his hand slid down on my belly. I opened my legs for him and he found a way under my tight jeans.

When I opened my eyes, a brown insect ran across the documents in front of us. Kenneth Tann disappeared and a murky light swallowed the edges of the room. I waited for an indefinite time, until I saw a dragon floating in front of me. Its face was thin and beautiful. The huge, yellow, round eyes looked nowhere. Its frail body moved like a marionette suspended by strings, its head bobbing gently as if supported by incredibly soft shock absorbers. Its belly was rounded, and glowed red. Long limbs that looked like branches with round, thick leaves for fingers extended towards me. The bulging eyes stared at me and the creature got bigger every second, filling all known space.