"'I'm sorry,' I heard her say. 'But I need this.' Of course this wasn't the peculiar bit. I'd had erotic dreams about Mallory many times in the past, but in this dream she was not Mallory as I was used to seeing her. When she rolled me over in bed, I could see that she was wearing nothing but her panties and her nipples were smaller than I usually imagined them. She was kissing me feverishly when her arm seemed to split in two. There was her regular arm that was massaging the back of my shoulder, but then there was something else that had peeled away from her bicep, a pale white appendage t...

"'I'm sorry,' I heard her say. 'But I need this.' Of course this wasn't the peculiar bit. I'd had erotic dreams about Mallory many times in the past, but in this dream she was not Mallory as I was used to seeing her. When she rolled me over in bed, I could see that she was wearing nothing but her panties and her nipples were smaller than I usually imagined them. She was kissing me feverishly when her arm seemed to split in two. There was her regular arm that was massaging the back of my shoulder, but then there was something else that had peeled away from her bicep, a pale white appendage that waved around like a squid's tentacle before it slipped up under my shirt and began to cup my breast..."

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