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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Sometimes, it requires one's hand to get things done. Riding that high the hands afforded me, I flicked my bean. I delved into my depths, and I assaulted my G-spot. Oh, I'm sure my eyes fluttered in such an intoxicating way. I know that I panted so heavily that the growls that emerged from my throat were more monster than mage. I lifted my tail so high, inviting someone, anyone, to assail me and free me from the drudgery of my fornication.\n\nBut no one would have me then. I had to take care of myself. I had to light that fire within me. And light it, I did, over and over again. I bit into the arm of my divan, drooling over it, groaning as I shifted this way and that, my middle finger doing much of the work as I sent myself off to blissful paradise over and over again. With each scream, I thought of all the adventures I could go on. With each release, I imagined a different friend giving me delight. After each ride, I set myself up again to repeat the process.\n\nMy imagination eventually won out over my physical exertion. Despite being sticky with dried delight, I conjured my journal to myself and scrawled out as many details as possible. Sadly, it's just not the same when you're not around. This was all I could muster to tell you, as crude as it was.\n\nSometimes, I come up with my best ideas after the glow of so many climaxes. Sometimes, I also wonder if indulging in delights harms my health—especially concerning a bedroom's primary use.\n\nWorries of sleep came over me as I lay there, but it would require less stimulating reading to get me to a more relaxed state. So, I summoned forth a recounting of the daily events in Anteronia. For all of its boasting of being the city of sin, it can hardly match my freak, I'm afraid. Soon enough, after reading about the newest judicator series of rulings, I found the arrival of the Sandman to come upon me.\n\nSufficiently tired from a night of work and sexually and intellectually satisfied, I turned in for the night in the calming cold of my room, letting nothing bar the way between myself and the sheets, as I so often enjoy.\n\nHowever, the night did not allow me to have a pleasant sleep. My heart fluttered in the middle of my rest, and my womanhood quivered. I tensed up, screaming into the cold openness of my chamber, flung so violently from the land of Nod that I collapsed onto the floor, tangled in sheets, drenched in sweat. I had my hand down between my legs. When I finally wrenched myself free from the entangling covers, I found that my fingers were drenched with the excretions of ecstasy.\n\nFor at least an hour afterward, I sat there, pondering what sort of dream I could have had to create such a situation, as the previous day had been much more fulfilling intellectually and sexually.\n\nI wouldn't have been so worried if it had been a singular instance. But the next night, I decided to finish my frustrations with the faucet in the bathing chamber. Suitably sprayed and screaming through the showers, I returned to my bed, warmed by the water, dried sufficiently, and plopped in for eight hours.\n\nAgain, I was awakened by a violent orgasm ripping through me.\n\nI am vexed. My subconscious sometimes plays tricks on me, conjuring up dreamy hallucinations when I deny myself the pleasures of the flesh. Though those days are few and far between when they do happen, the feeling is exciting and annoying all at once. This somehow seemed different.\n\nIt continued to seem that way for the next few days, and I could not, for my life, find out WHY.\n\nSo, I write to you, Eshere, asking that you help extract memories from deep within me. I know you are studying such magic to supplement your natural power, and I implore you to come to me and take me. I wish nothing more than to be rid of this nightly visitation of sexual dreams I cannot remember. What good is a sexy dream if I cannot remember what pleasures are inflicted upon me?\n\nSo, consider this a booty call if you wish. I crave the touch of your slime over my body. I desire you to dine on the fluids that you milk from me in your grasp. Please take the dreams out of my locked memory and tell me exactly what's happening.\n\nLet not this opportunity be wasted, my friend, for I shall be at your mercy during our dalliance. Use me as you see fit, and show me what skills you have learned.\n\nYour ever-loving friend,\n\nTik Tik.\n\nP.S. how is your friend Erin? Is she still sullen and quiet? If you wish to discuss your concerns about her, I shall happily be a shoulder to cry on.\n\n——\n\nThe courier arrives at the prestigious Anteronia University dormitory building with a professional smile for the staff. He stops at the various magical checkpoints and displays his courier cap to the guards protecting the student body. Passing into the first-floor corridor, he stops at the lift, the magic glowing as he makes his way to the center.\n\nHe pulls the note out from his pouch and reads off the address, saying the floor, activating the elevator, and soon rising to be where he seeks.\n\nAs he passes through various quiet and closed doors, he also tips his hat towards ladies milling about, not paying him mind. After all, messages and messengers are not unexpected in the high-spirited world of academia.\n\nApproaching one of the many doors, the courier clears his throat, stands tall, and knocks on the door.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sometimes, it requires one's hand to get things done. Riding that high the hands afforded me, I flicked my bean. I delved into my depths, and I assaulted my G-spot. Oh, I'm sure my eyes fluttered in such an intoxicating way. I know that I panted so heavily that the growls that emerged from my throat were more monster than mage. I lifted my tail so high, inviting someone, anyone, to assail me and free me from the drudgery of my fornication.

But no one would have me then. I had to take care of myself. I had to light that fire within me. And light it, I did, over and over again. I bit into the arm of my divan, drooling over it, groaning as I shifted this way and that, my middle finger doing much of the work as I sent myself off to blissful paradise over and over again. With each scream, I thought of all the adventures I could go on. With each release, I imagined a different friend giving me delight. After each ride, I set myself up again to repeat the process.

My imagination eventually won out over my physical exertion. Despite being sticky with dried delight, I conjured my journal to myself and scrawled out as many details as possible. Sadly, it's just not the same when you're not around. This was all I could muster to tell you, as crude as it was.

Sometimes, I come up with my best ideas after the glow of so many climaxes. Sometimes, I also wonder if indulging in delights harms my health—especially concerning a bedroom's primary use.

Worries of sleep came over me as I lay there, but it would require less stimulating reading to get me to a more relaxed state. So, I summoned forth a recounting of the daily events in Anteronia. For all of its boasting of being the city of sin, it can hardly match my freak, I'm afraid. Soon enough, after reading about the newest judicator series of rulings, I found the arrival of the Sandman to come upon me.

Sufficiently tired from a night of work and sexually and intellectually satisfied, I turned in for the night in the calming cold of my room, letting nothing bar the way between myself and the sheets, as I so often enjoy.

However, the night did not allow me to have a pleasant sleep. My heart fluttered in the middle of my rest, and my womanhood quivered. I tensed up, screaming into the cold openness of my chamber, flung so violently from the land of Nod that I collapsed onto the floor, tangled in sheets, drenched in sweat. I had my hand down between my legs. When I finally wrenched myself free from the entangling covers, I found that my fingers were drenched with the excretions of ecstasy.

For at least an hour afterward, I sat there, pondering what sort of dream I could have had to create such a situation, as the previous day had been much more fulfilling intellectually and sexually.

I wouldn't have been so worried if it had been a singular instance. But the next night, I decided to finish my frustrations with the faucet in the bathing chamber. Suitably sprayed and screaming through the showers, I returned to my bed, warmed by the water, dried sufficiently, and plopped in for eight hours.

Again, I was awakened by a violent orgasm ripping through me.

I am vexed. My subconscious sometimes plays tricks on me, conjuring up dreamy hallucinations when I deny myself the pleasures of the flesh. Though those days are few and far between when they do happen, the feeling is exciting and annoying all at once. This somehow seemed different.

It continued to seem that way for the next few days, and I could not, for my life, find out WHY.

So, I write to you, Eshere, asking that you help extract memories from deep within me. I know you are studying such magic to supplement your natural power, and I implore you to come to me and take me. I wish nothing more than to be rid of this nightly visitation of sexual dreams I cannot remember. What good is a sexy dream if I cannot remember what pleasures are inflicted upon me?

So, consider this a booty call if you wish. I crave the touch of your slime over my body. I desire you to dine on the fluids that you milk from me in your grasp. Please take the dreams out of my locked memory and tell me exactly what's happening.

Let not this opportunity be wasted, my friend, for I shall be at your mercy during our dalliance. Use me as you see fit, and show me what skills you have learned.

Your ever-loving friend,

Tik Tik.

P.S. how is your friend Erin? Is she still sullen and quiet? If you wish to discuss your concerns about her, I shall happily be a shoulder to cry on.

——

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He pulls the note out from his pouch and reads off the address, saying the floor, activating the elevator, and soon rising to be where he seeks.

As he passes through various quiet and closed doors, he also tips his hat towards ladies milling about, not paying him mind. After all, messages and messengers are not unexpected in the high-spirited world of academia.

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