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She bit my neck, and thrust into me, in and out, making me groan with the exquisite eroticism of it. She fucked me like that for eternity. My body was floating, as if I were on some glutinous liquid that held me, like a moist, silk balloon. I felt her orgasm. I felt it like a powerful wind.My own followed, silent. It was as if I had cum in my mind, rather than my body.I had fallen asleep. When I woke up I thought about that dream. I resolved to find a therapist. I wasn’t mad enough to think this was normal. I got out of bed and took off my nightdress, wet like the others, and threw it, disgusted with myself, into the laundry basket. I reached behind myself and, oh God, there was a hint of lubricant between my buttocks. I showered, vigorously washing my arse and, once dried, dressed in my dull librarian’s uniform. Making myself tea, my eye was drawn once again to the card that had accompanied the flowers. I picked it up and opened it. No Clemency. So, I decided, hallucinations. I sat.

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