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She slept soundly, but the blue moon outside her bedroom door could have influenced her perspective. How, you may ask?
Ask the moon these pertenint questions.
The pull, one might say, or perhaps the color, another may add. Whatever the reason, her dreams were vivid, lucid, with an aspect of reality.
In the distanct mist of morn, she heard her name.....Moon....we are waiting......Moon,.....where have you been?
She suddenly awoke, totally nude, though she was sure she hadn't gone to sleep without her nightgown.....in sweat.....her genitals glistening and throbbing without orgasm.....had that happened? She never masterbated without finishing the job. Yet here she was.....on the verge of cumming, yet alone and without forethought. What was it about that blue moon that brought her to this point?
Ask the moon these pertenint questions.
The pull, one might say, or perhaps the color, another may add. Whatever the reason, her dreams were vivid, lucid, with an aspect of reality.
In the distanct mist of morn, she heard her name.....Moon....we are waiting......Moon,.....where have you been?
She suddenly awoke, totally nude, though she was sure she hadn't gone to sleep without her nightgown.....in sweat.....her genitals glistening and throbbing without orgasm.....had that happened? She never masterbated without finishing the job. Yet here she was.....on the verge of cumming, yet alone and without forethought. What was it about that blue moon that brought her to this point?
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