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Justin's Secret
(Tony Slade)

Penny shuffled. She just couldn't get comfortable, and considering she was usually such a heavy sleeper it made her wonder if there might be something weighing on her mind.

But I don't have stress? Like millions of others she had turned to the 21st centuries Oracle for answers, and Google had informed her that interrupted sleep patterns could generally be traced to some obvious, or a less obvious subconscious stress... a deep seated worry... or a dark secret.

I don't have any of those, especially not dark secrets! 

At eighteen it wasn't any great surprise that Penny had few regrets or moments of secret shame, she really hadn't been an adult long enough to get into too much trouble, and before her most recent birthday she had been under the watchful eye of an over protective father. And that pretty much guarantees I don't have any skeletons lurking in any closet. No, the past year had been pretty mundane and uneventful. Of course her virginity had been carried away one evening shortly after the coming of age celebrations, but she had been in control, and sober, and protected. There was no shame attached to her actions with a long since departed boyfriend. 

Although I do dream about it... a lot! She sat up in bed and switched on the reading lamp on the night stand beside her, could that be the reason behind her insomnia?

So okay, I do dream about it... most nights. And I must do more than dream. Often she had woken with a feeling of fullness, like she had been riding cock hard the previous night. But that was easily explained, Judy, her mother's wonderfully course and earthy friend had given her a special birthday gift along with a cynical message before she headed off to college and shared accommodation. 

"This is the only guy who will ever fuck you the way you want and need it, he won't knock you up, he won't mistreat you... he won't ever leave you for another chick!" and as Penny stripped away the colourful wrapping she giggled to find a pink and fleshy dildo... eight inches of latex self indulgence!

So obviously I dream about it while I'm doing myself... in my sleep!

It wasn't as crazy as it sounded, she read online about sleepwalking, how it wasn't just walking, it was the ability to complete quite complex tasks while deep in slumber. So, in theory, I could quite easily get up, get my toy-friend from under the bed, then give myself a thrill, get up again and replace it... then wake up feeling like I've been the star guest at a gang bang.