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Last night I had one of those dreams that leaves you soaked and panting. It wasn't a nightmare, it was pure lust. In my mind, invisible hands roamed over my body, squeezing my nipples and slipping into my tight jeans. The pressure of the rough fabric against my bare pussy was delicious. I could feel every inch of my ghostly fingers rubbing my clit through the denim, a forbidden dance that drove me to the brink of delirium. I woke up right at the climax, with a violent spasm running down my spine. My breathing was a ragged gasp and, as I looked down, a dark, warm stain was expanding uncontrollably in the crotch of my jeans.