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to get up.
    Could that have been a dream?
    It felt completely real.
    After spending the day anxiously waiting for night to fall, I hope that I will meet Arthur again.
    I make my rounds early. It’s only around eight thirty in the evening when I’m done and though I am not really tired, I am anxiously hopeful that I will have a visitor in the night.
    After all if it was just a dream, there’s a T.V. in the room, so why not retire early.
    I undress and slip under the comforter.
    Watching some nature show that happens to be on the T.V, I start to feel as if I had only imagined the night before when I notice the bottom of the comforter beginning to rise.
    A feeling of lightheadedness washes over me as my heart rate begins to increase and I feel a great rush of excitement and nervousness.
    I know I’m not asleep this time and a tingle of fear skitters down my spine until I feel the sensation of a wet tongue sliding along my leg, licking up my thigh, and making its way towards my slit. He shoulders my legs apart and thrusts his tongue between my folds.
    Tension builds fast. It doesn’t take long for hot waves of orgasm to rush over me, crying out I flood his face with my come.
     
    …………………… ..
     
    Casey pulls in around three o’clock as promised and I’m standing outside to greet her. I’m not sure how to explain the ecstasy or my insane experience.
    Even to my best friend.
    She gets out of her car with a huge smile spread across her face. “With that kind of glow, you must have met Arthur.”
    “ So it really did happen? It wasn’t a dream. You’re my best friend right and are you saying that I…I, you know… with a ghost?”
    “ You sure did!”
    “ Do you think he might be up to a threesome tonight, Casey?”

 
    SATISFIED
     
     
    AS I LIE COMFORTABLY ON THE COUCH wrapped in one of my favorite blankets trying to finish the latest book I’ve been reading, my husband’s voice suddenly travels down the stairs in a muffled yell.
    “ Are you coming to bed, babe?”
    “ I’ll be there in a minute, honey,” I call. “I’m just finishing up my book, Ian. I’m at the very end. I don’t want to stop now.” I like teasing him, and he makes it so easy.
    “ Hurry up,” Ian calls back. “You told me I was going to get lucky tonight, Lizi.”
    “ Whatever!” Even though he can’t see me, I roll my eyes. “You say that every single night.” We could have had sex three minutes ago and he will still act as if it had been months. I’ve come to the conclusion that all men are sex addicts.
    “ You want my giant rod in your pussy, and you know it.”
    I laugh. I can’t help it. “I can’t hear you.” The sing-song tone I use annoys him every time.
    “ Bedroom. Now.”
    “ Ooh, I love it when you talk like a caveman.” I continue sitting on the couch, waiting for just a little bit longer, my eyes raised to the ceiling, listening for the rest. Imagining how hard he probably is right now sends a warm tingle to my inner core.
    “ I’m not going to wait long…” he drawls back, his tone brooking no argument.
    “ Do you ever?” I grin and can hear him chuckle, but still take an extra-long time turning off my Kindle. Marching loudly up the stairs I stumble to a stop as I walk into the bedroom and find Ian lying on his side atop the comforter with his abs bunched, his hard cock jutting forward. His hand is fisted around his own huge erection as he plays with himself. He has a deliciously naughty grin on his face as he strokes his cock up and down, its engorged girth straining against his palm.
    “ You know you want all this, baby.”
    I can’t hold back my moan at the sight of his heavily-muscled, naked body, and long, thick cock because I do want all that. I want every last inch of him deep inside me. My pussy clenches and heat gushes to my clit. I’m already so turned on; my juices flow unchecked, soaking my thighs just imagining his manhood pummeling me senseless.
    “ Take. Your.