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WHAT A MORNING
In my dream, Jo and I are spooning, and she nuzzles my neck. She explores my body with feather-light touches. Dream Jo whispers, “Wake up chérie”, but I just want to keep dreaming of her taking me again to those heights I’ve never been on before. I don’t want to wake up and find myself in my bed, alone.
She chuckles, and I smile at the sound of it. With the bravado of dreams, I speak without thinking. “I love your laughs, Jo, but when you laugh like that, you just get me hot. Touch me and see.”
“Oh, chérie, you are killing me. Wake up, my lover.” She pinches my n****e and the sensation is so exquisitely real, I come awake. It takes me a minute to get my bearings.
“Jo?”
“Oui.”
It wasn’t a dream after all. As in my dream, Jo is spooning me. Hot kisses sear my neck wh
