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Sometimes she enjoyed being used entirely as an
object. She enjoyed falling into that place of
serving outside
of herself.. as being useful in her
deed as well as in her pleasure to another. One way
she found she could do this
was in coming unannounced
in the morning to awaken them. Sometimes they were people she had served before.. and sometimes
they were those who had never laid eyes on her before.. or lips.. or caresses...complete strangers awakened by her licks and
ever so soft nibbles. She would come in oh
so quietly... not breathing a word... smelling of
freshness and newness
for the day herself... gently
softly placing herself at the focus of morning
desire... ever so carefully bridging
that chasm of
dreaming and waking.. reality and fantasy... swirling
them together for as long as she was able.. and
in the
end.. her hope.. was that even in the wakefulness of
the day... the dream would be held in the reality.
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