A collection of unbelievably pleasurable sequences of which have transpired in the sleep of a needy young woman. How she finds herself at peace in this world, where all one love finds it her duty to please her in every creative manner. Are these but dirty dreams that feel like a lifetime of bliss, or a form of clairvoyance for what is to come? One can only dream... - Excerpt: [ "Ohh, what's this?", she said coy-like, looking down at the wet spot on my panties. I threw myself back down on the carpet, looking at the ajar door, slightly concerned. Looking back at her the worry settled as it was clear with how she figured I was looking in that very direction that she was excited by the idea that anyone could hear, let alone walk in... ]