Before I even put the first sip of the devil's brew to my lips on New Year's Eve, I can feel the day-turned-to-night-dreams coming on. They involve a wildly successful evening followed by waking up on New Year's Day to find a super sextastic woman on my couch, perhaps checking out her Facebook in her undies, slowly remembering our passion of the evening before, moved to removing her clothes once more for a little blind ambition touchy touchy session as I stand nearby and just smile at my mastery. Kind of just as depicted so brilliantly by our Britty lust crush, Hayley-Marie Coppin in her latest pictorial where she gets quite intimate with her notebook and her own body awesomeness.
Alas, at about early in the first day of the new year A.M., this morning, as with such mornings past, I realize that my Hayley-esque dreams are but an illusion fueled by hormones and cheap booze and that what lies on my couch looks more like a young version of my girthy Great Aunt Gertie, on or about the day her father paid most of his worldly possessions to my Great Uncle to marry her. When I say Gertie sat around the house, I mean she really... well, you get the idea. Such was my New Year's morning discovery. No Hayley-Marie Coppin hotness stretching, preening, and stripping in my boudoir. More like one half of the large and in charge Pepperminder sisters from down the hall, asking for pancakes. Oh, Hayley dreams, take me away! Enjoy.
(Check out more, much more, of Hayley-Marie Coppin on her official website, Hayley's Secrets.)