Webenezer dreamt and her dreams were vivid. She felt aroused and her genitals felt stirred. She felt a moist tongue lingering on her foot and then gliding slowly and masterfully towards her vagina. Her vagina that had been closed for years suddenly came into bud and she felt exhilirated.
Webenezer still in her dream world tossed and turned. Her bum arched upwards so the tongue cound get deeper into her wet and welcoming cunt. She sighed.
And then she woke. And screamed!
She could see the top of a head burrowing into her private regions.
She moved quickly off the bed and looked down on a naked man. He was beautiful.
'Who are you?' she stuttered.
'I am your slave. I am your desire. I am your needs. I am your comforter. I am the ghost of foreplay'
'You are a pervert. Who invited you into my bed? Who invited you into my private regions?'
'You did Webenezer. You did'
' I never did.'
'You did Webenezer. I see you dreams I see your thoughts. And I see your desires.'
'You'll see the back end of my hand if you do not depart. Begone demon, begone!'
And with that the apparition disappeared. And Webenezer was left alone. Alone in the dark. Her vagina ached. An ache she had not felt for sometime. An ache that would not go away.
She lay awake imagining a tongue inside her. And it felt good!
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