…she was sleepy. She walked in her apartment, had a shower and fell asleep…
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She felt embraced, touched everywhere. She thought she was dreaming, so she let the dream move on. The touches were getting more and more daring, until she felt him entering – slow at first, with increasing rhythm. She woke up, and saw it wasn’t a dream: it was really him standing next to her. She felt the urge to scream, but she couldn’t: she was numb. Next thing she knew, she was sat on the desk, legs opened and him in front of her, holding her, penetrating her each time more violent. She could not speak: only moans came out of her mouth -soft moans of pleasure… She felt as if she had exploded and was put back together again, countless times…
***
She woke up the next morning lying in her bed. All seemed to her as a dream. But the smell of fresh coffee convinced her otherwise: it was really true. He had really been there, and still is. She went on to the kitchen: she saw him, smiled and kissed him as she was offered the hot cup of coffee…
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