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'Fuck!' I sighed under my breath when I noticed the wet sheets on my bed. 'It happened again', my head was all over the place. Every night I had the same dream. Him having me pushed up against the wall, my legs straddling him, his fingers roughly closing in on my neck with my airway slightly blocked. His plump lips softly kissing my neck whilst his throbbing cock is pounding away at my wet pussy. Just when I'm nearing ecstacy, I wake up.
'Get your head straight, Alina!', I tell myself. 'It's D-day, hurry up'. I jump out of bed when I notice I've only got 30 minutes left to get where I need to go. Today I would hear if I was chosen to exhibit my work at the local gallery. I've worked for this for the last 3 years, even turning my studio in a classroom to fund all I needed for this.
After a quick shower I slip on a little black dress, red heels, and put a slick of red lipstick on my plump lips. I grab my bag and coat and quickly leave my groundfloor appartment. 'Just be yourself, Alina' , I tell myself. 'Don't worry, you can do this'.
