"s**t !" Kate curses under her breath, Sitting back on the bed with a jerk, panting hard, as the sweat beads covers her skin, illuminating it in partial darkness of the room. Her breathing wear ragged as she touch herself, from her shoulders down to her chest, Making sure she is in her clothes, and it was a screwing dream, a wet dream !
She dabs her palm over her face, calming herself, her heartbeat, her body has heated up like anything. This is crazy, the Dreams are crazy. She inhales a Lung full of cold fresh air, Leaning against the headboard of the Bed, looking around the small room, that has been allotted to her, her eyes moved to the door & its locked from inside. He is not here, but her mind is playing games with her. The dreams she is getting is always just so erotic & unsettling,
