It would be so lovely if my Dolly dreams came true. And here, my deary laddies, are just a jolly few....
Dolly's Venice dream:
I want to fuck all the men in Venice, Italy before the city sinks. How can I go about making this happen? I was thinking to be an Italian porn star, then my arse will be on paper and video all over the city, then I'll rent a hotel room (the best there is) that has an open window that I can hang my head out, let my long blond hair cascade down the pink stone building, and call out for all the Venitian cocks to cum up to me. They will recognize me as the famous Italian porn star, so they will all come up and shag me silly. This is of course, not for tourists in Venice, only true genuine Venitians. After I have had all of Venice in my mouth, up my pussy and arse, then I will be one truely happy Dolly, and won't mind at all if I sink alongside Venice.
Dolly's Killarney dream:
So I, Dolly, row out on the Killarney lake in my little row boat and I'm sitting there, getting a little orgasm by the vibration of the waters lapping the sides of my boat. And the sun is setting, and quite a lovely pink color, so I raise the bagpipes to my lips and blow.. blow... blow... blow... blow... the signal for my lovers to come to me. Along the lake's edge appear many shadowed figures, which all at once jump in to the lake and swim towards me. It is a lover's race! Who will reach Dolly's boat first? They think the first man will get a kiss from Dolly, but I, Dolly, know that the first and the last will all get a kiss from me. What I'm concerned about is that they put me on their backs and swim me back to shore, safely back to shore, where I lie on the rocks and all those good swimmers lick me dry. Licking me from head to toe, cleaning me off, making me all spic-n-span, not missing an inch of me. Lick me Killarney! I'm all yours!
Dolly's Tour De France Dream:
It's a lovely feeling to have this long hard thing between my legs, with both my thighs squeezing against it with all my might, as I bounce up and down on it, yep with each bump on the road, I ride my bike, and get multiple orgasms with each rock I roll over. Who fucking cares if I win the Tour De France or not! Go on losers, go on and win, ya bunch of tossers, is that all you care about?? But so what if you win, did you have as many orgasms as Dolly along the way? You took the smooth roads, always wanting to go faster and faster, avoiding the bumpy orgasmic roads, the ones that make you cum all over your bicycle seats... Well, suit yourselves loser/winners, cumquats who wont cum..... Dolly is the biggest loser in the Tour De France, but have lots of tissues ready for me, cause my panties are dripping lads... dripping from the ride
Dolly's Temple Bar Dream:
So I'm always cool with making a bit of pocket change, and God did bless me with this lovely voice and all, so why not sing some songs and fill up my pockets? So I, Dolly, flop down my guitar case on the dirty Temple Bar street, and look both ways before putting in 2 fivers for good luck. I go ahead and start the song, some loopy tune about a fishmonger slapper named Molly that rhymes and has a job like Dolly, and sure a couple coins are tossed at me by two horny Scottish lads in Kilts. Yikes! Dolly must get the ball rolling here... so off goes the top, and it's a nice thing to play guitar against my tits. Wow, so lots more tips, this is looking brilliant, so why not... so... off goes the trousers, and it's a nice thing to play guitar against my pussy Wow, so lots more tips, lots more, my goodness, someone bring me a bucket for all this change! So, I pack up my guitar after 30 minutes and would ya look at that 1 million euro! and just as many phone numbers! To be sure, To be sure....
Dolly will be back!
Tanx very much and I hope ye like my shtories