many summers later: Adventures Beyond Your Dreams and Hopes

“many summers later” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “many summers later” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “many summers later” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “many summers later”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “many summers later” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.