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Loving Lacey: A Futanari Erotica Story


Copyright 2013 Penelope Wilson


Published by Penelope Wilson at Smashwords


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I knew I was dreaming, but I didn't care. In the way that all dreams are, everything happened without question, one event flowing into another, one seamless transition into another. I had several recurring dreams, and I knew that this was one of them. It was also one of my favorite dreams, where I was with Wendy.


Wendy, my beautiful Wendy, lay before me in a bed of white silken sheets. Peeking out of the pile of pillows that surrounded her like a cloud, she smiled her mischievous smile, her white teeth glimmering, her coppery red hair in its adorable pixie cut lay close to her scalp.


There was a single sheer sheet between us, and through it I could see her body. That gorgeous body that I was so jealous of, and loved and wanted and adored. When she wore clothing, out of the dream, in the real world, she wore boyish tank tops, denim jackets, loose clothing that hid the shape of her and gave her an exotic, androgynous and boyish look.

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