Golden Slippers

That night he had the same old dream.  Of the thick brunette girl with pursed lips sitting up, waiting for him to come home from his first job in the afternoon.  In this instalment she wore a huge State U t-shirt and golden slippers.  They were actually solid metal through and through he knew because in the dream she had barely been able to lift her legs.

Beneath the T-shirt she was quite obviously naked. Her hard nipples pressed up against the thin fabric of her shirt,  inviting him to touch them. With effort, she spread her legs wide and, began to begin a kinky gyration on his bed. She licked her lips suggestively and her hazel eyes bore through him.

He didn't remember having taken off his clothes but in an instant he too was naked. His insecurity about his tiny stature and puny equipment was off his mind for once, and his olfactory sense was overwhelmed with the smell of sex. He was particularly turned on by the fact that she was essentially chained by her golden slippers, though somewhere in his mind he was vaguely repulsed by himself.

Needless to say he ravished her, this way and that,  over and over and over again. She didn't seem to have the capacity to make noise but he could tell from her expression that she orgasimed at least thrice. He was a sexual God.

When his phone rang that morning to signify the beginning of another meaningless day on his shift at the  University bookstore and then class, he found that his boxers were utterly soiled. Grunting,  he pulled himself out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. He had to piss, badly.

As he showered that morning, he felt himself get hard as he contemplated the dream. He found it somewhat ironic that even though he was a gender studies master's student,  his  fantasies trended toward the chauvinist. Technically,  his research focused on womanism, that African American brand of feminism, and yet his subconscious was so deviant.

 In principle,  he preferred black woman to white woman (and golden Latinas above everybody) but his wet dreams were stubbornly fixated on this singular white girl.

Who was she? What did she mean to him? Was he a complete hypocrite? 

He rolled out of the shower, and dressed himself quickly, grabbing his massive backback. He would have to read some serious bel hooks today to atone for his sinful thoughts.