Then, when I was all but about to scream, her finger at last slipped between my labia and inside my vagina. Mila stripped herself, then fetched a couple of bottled from the bag as I turned my head to watch. Taking her time, she rubbed her vulva back and forth over mine, slowly and deliciously. That means physical as well as mental.” She smiled just a little. Mila wasn’t done. It made me feel suddenly vulnerable, but not in the way of being helpless. I felt her lips caress my labia just before her tongue snaked out to stroke my cleft and finally my clitoris. As from very far away, I heard myself gasp. You always have one.”
She snorted. “Stop that!”
“In a bit,” she said, grinning. “I thought it was you. “I took a fortnight off work to check up on you,” she said. I had also broken bones in both feet and had a long slash up my left forearm that had only just avoided laying open a major blood vessel. I think this time the car was on fire and I couldn’t stop or jump out.” I told her about the other dreams. So, I was told, I was “lucky”, only I did not feel lucky. Recovery is a work in progress, and has been less than complete.
