I woke up and found his head between my legs and his tongue crossing over my c**t in the most perfect way possible. My first thought? This is the best dream about Aaron. But it was not a dream. I felt his palms spreading my thighs on the bed. And prickly beard hairs in very sensitive places as they slide up and down the genitals. And Aaron's intoxicating scent, mixed with the scent of dirty and wonderful s*x that lasted for hours. None of this would occur even in the best of dreams. So ... it wasn't a dream. All those beautiful, wonderful things happened ... to me ... last night - and they still happened. I was like Sleeping Beauty awakened by the prince's kiss. But my prince did much more than kiss last night. He appropriated me in many ways ... and not just sexually. It went much further
