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wet or sensual dream

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The next day, Lora was sleeping restlessly, shifting uncomfortably as she slipped into a strange dream. In this vision, a mysterious man appeared—an intruder from her imagination, a fantasy figure who left her both terrified and in awe. She couldn’t feel her body clearly, only the overwhelming sensations: a middle-aged man, perhaps in his forties, was touching her in a way both lewd and strangely tender. His heavy breath brushed against her neck, hypnotizing her, while his lips placed soft, gentle kisses that made her heart race.

His hands roamed with a hungry curiosity, and though she wanted to resist, her body felt as if it was glued to his. The moment was unreal, yet painfully real at the same time. Lora, still a virgin and highly sensitive to intimacy, felt as if she was floating above the clouds—flooded with joy and unable to move.

Her eyes suddenly opened wide in shock. Staring at the window in agitation, she let out a long, shaky sigh, then quickly ran to the washroom. Her trousers were damp—this was the first time she had ever experienced such a dream, the first time she had felt herself get wet in sleep. And though the man’s presence lingered vividly in her memory, she could not recall his face.

Splashing water on her face, she whispered to herself, half in disbelief,

“Ahh… so it really was just a dream.”

She forced herself to get ready for work. The long, hectic hours often drained her, sometimes so much that she even forgot to eat lunch. Yet she kept going, knowing life couldn’t always be lived by simply drifting with the flow. She had studied hard, achieved good grades, and secured a decent job—but something was missing.

Marriage. Stability. Companionship.

Lora often felt guilty about her loneliness, especially when comparing herself to friends and colleagues who had already settled down. Fate, it seemed, had not favored her in this one matter. She gulped down the weight of her thoughts, trying to shake the emptiness pressing against her heart.

As she sat lost in her reflections, her friend suddenly waved a hand in front of her face.

“Hey, Lora! Are you even here?”

The third time she called, Lora finally blinked and replied, “Yes, yes… I’m sorry.”

Her friend gave a soft smile. “No, no, it’s okay.”

But even from her expression, Lora knew—her friend could already tell what she was going through.

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