18: Warm, moist and Textured
Marlene opened her eyes slowly as she fought agaisnt and invisible force that was pinning her head to the pillow. Every muscle in her body felt heavy, but she could still manage to clutch the sheets with her fingers, squeezing the fabric hard in her hands.
The urge to hold her breath was sudden and very hard to overcome. What was that?
Warm, moist and textured.
She bit down on her bottom lip to suppress a moan. She could have been dreaming, but it would be one heck of a vivid and amazing dream.
She immediately lifted her head and looked down when she heard a wet, slurping sound coming from below her torso and sure enough, there was a bulge underneath the white comforter that covered her body.
"God! Is this really a dream?" she breathed out as her head s
