when i was younger, i was plagued by wet dreams of Homer Simpson. i didn’t find him attractive at all, but he would show up in my dreamscape, brutally nude, and the next thing i knew i would wake up to find that i had bedwet thick. the problem was amplified in college, where my roommate was able to smell my nocturnal emissions and got concerned at their frequency. after years of sleeping in cummy sheets and shame, i finally took action. i built a makeshift sex doll to look like Homer and had vigorous, sweaty sex with it until i cummed in his yellow ass. after that, no more Homer sex dreams