My eyelids flutter, my sheets tangled. Splaying my sticky thighs, I smile, remembering my dream of the barista with the bite-worthy ass. 

The night before, the Black man from the subway slipped his thick fingers up my skirt, stretching my panties while he fingered me to orgasm. I awakened, cupping my quaking pussy. 

And last week, I dipped my toe in the lady pond. My breasts overflowed my hands as I recreated the fantasy of her touches. 

Look at you sleeping, nary a twitch while I've grown restless. I tug off the ring that once fit and now smothers me.