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The dream was always the same, and she’d tumble out of it at the same place every time. She reached up and touched her rapid heartbeat at the hollow of her throat. Did she imagine the tingling at the spot?
She had a few lovers in her twenty-eight years, all of them had their quirks and ideas of how to please her, and some were better than others. But none of them had ever aroused her with such intensity as this figment of her imagination. A freaking wet dream.