Chapter 3 -
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Hot, humid, and turbo vivid dreams mark my night, so I wake up breathless and horny. I still moisten my flushed face with cold water in the bathroom and try to banish all those images in front of my eyes. The image of a man is so clear; there is no doubt that it is Oliver. His lips, which I watched closely in every picture on the internet, sad eyes full of untold stories ... Everything is clear and focused only on me. Not every scene is just erotic material, but it is also sensually and sensibly charged with its orientation towards me. He is devoted to me, I am worshiped by his fingers and tongue and lips. In the dream, I am his obsession. What a feeling! I open my eyes in front of the mirror and really slap myself. I put on my leggings and a short top as soon as possible, get into my sneakers and go out on the balcony. Coffee and a cell phone are all I need now. And my girls. I write a good morning message to the group and then give them a topic. - It's official. Lack of s*x brought me wet dreams. If I had a d**k, I would wear it day and night. Or pushed into a pie. The first one suits me Cat. It’s Sunday and I know it has its morning yoga ritual. He follows the sunrises, draws on the balcony and then ... I don't know what exactly, but he performs something called a lotus or cobra pose. Something that, I hope, gives her the peace her feline soul needs. Ava is usually called Ava, but she got her nickname because of the five cats she lives with. He catches the homeless on the street and takes them home. No one has a soul like her. "Oh, darling, if you become a man, I expect you to process me first." Katya's answer made me laugh at once. Emily stepped in soon. - Coffee and gossip today? I have news. I know right away that I will not miss this. I didn't plan anything anyway. It's just, I'm not sure if I'm ready to say anything about Oliver.
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