#iamtalkingabout

I realised that I will make an experiment and try to become Instagram influencer, just to find out how hard or easy is it. Have not posted anything yet, but feel free to follow me. Thank you for your cooperation.

I just had the craziest dream ever. I was some kind of a promoter/organiser of concerts/gigs. So I have an access to backstage and more. This time it was Justin Timberlake's show. So we had to arrange something for it, there was another band that would perform before his performance, so there were all of us in that room. That band of slutty half naked girls, me, Justin and lots of magazines to see for an idea to look at for the gig. So I sit there and Justin just right here by my side. I turn over the pages of the magazine, I feel his face over my shoulder, ok, that is fine. But later on, he starts smelling my neck. Girls are in shock, I keep trying to look through the pages of the magazine. Justin is now actually not smelling, he is actually touching my hips and I do not know, kissing my neck, I assume (even though the dream was hot, it continuously and really quickly is fading away). I am really uncomfortable with everyone watching, so I start to breathe really heavy. He says: I love your adrenaline driven neck. He actually makes his hands move in full action and then I realise, that I have to get rid of those people in the room. "Please, leave us, we will manage to decide what to do for the idea." Girls are still in shock, but obey to my request. Justin makes me to stand up, counters me against the wall, kisses me. I am melting all over. Then some other people enter the actual room and sit at the furthest table and have lunch there. What? He immediately sits me down at the table, I am all hot, he gets under the fucking chair/stool right under me and starts unzipping my pants' zipper. Other people try to make out what is happening down under our table. And right before he touched me with his face I woke up.