"Quick, QUICK!" thought Feriah, "so close!"
It was 11:30 and Feriah's boyfriend was in the shower. She heard the water turn off, she heard him grab the towel. Unfortunately she knew that he was a really quick man when it came to showers. She knew that he would be in the bedroom in less than two minutes. She knew that she was going to get caught.
She was trying to rub one out before he came to bed. It wasn't that he disapproved of her masturbating. On the contrary he thought it was hot and was always trying to get her to touch herself. And likewise, she had no compunctions against spreading her thighs in front of him and massaging her clit, fucking herself, rotating her hips so close to his face but never, never close enough for him to touch. He could look at her beautiful pussy, he could smell the sweet aroma but could never taste or touch her.
No, Feriah knew that her boyfriend would more than approve if he found her in this position. But the thrill of being caught was way too much fun than the teasing that would proceed if he saw her like this. Besides, she didn't really want to have sex tonight. She just wanted a quick thrill and then some rest.
Besides, so was SO CLOSE! Just a few more seconds and she would be there. She could feel a throbbing, a burning between her legs. Under her finder tips her clit felt like it was about to explode. One more second and she would be there...
Right then Feriah heard the door open. Her boyfriend was coming in the bedroom. She quickly wrenched her hand away from her pussy, even though she wanted so badly to keep going. She had been a nanosecond from orgasm! Everything in her being said to keep going, but the shock of hearing her boyfriend coming had just made her hand jump away, and there was no going back to it now.
He settled beside her in bed, spooning her with his arm around her waist. He quieted quickly into sleep, but Feriah could swear he could hear the wild beating of her heart, or at the very least her panicked breathing. She strained to calm her deep breaths, but it was very difficult. Even more difficult however was trying to fall asleep while her pussy throbbed away to the tune of her heart beats. That seemed like it would be impossible, yet she resisted the urge to finish what she had started. At this point she felt a little embarrased about what she had been doing, and finishing herself off seemed even worse. She knew how much her boyfriend would tease her if she woke him up by masturbating. Feriah resolved to leave her tingling clit alone and eventually she fell asleep.
Now it was the middle of the night, and Feriah's dreams were taking a decidedly sexual turn. Strange things were happening, and there was this undertone of sex charged energy behind everything.
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Feriah was walking down the street. There were people everywhere, she was on a crowded city street. The light was faint and blue, everything was monotone. The light blended with the suits of the men and women surrounding the woman that Feriah was in the dream. All the clothing was dark and drab. She looked down at her own body and saw that it was not her own. In real life Feriah was tall and thin. She had long red hair that curled up when dry. She was lithe and light, for all her 6 feet.
But the dream-Feriah was a different woman. This woman was busty and curvy in all the ways Feriah wished she really was. She wore a beautiful dress that seemed to change every time Feriah looked down at it. Her clothing was bright in contrast to the people that surrounded her. For all her stunning looks and flashy clothing, no one on the street took notice of what she looked like, or even bothered to look at her at all.
