No breakthroughs

"Em, I was feeling perfectly normal before last night. I was happy with my job and my life. I was, and as far as I can tell still in great shape."

"What happened last night?"

Ingrid told her friend about her dream.

"Do you have dreams like this often?"

"No, that was the first."

"Well, this is a new one, Ing. I'll be honest, I've never come across a case like this. I've come across repressed memories, but those were specific memories from years ago."

"So am I to just to accept the fact I've always been this shape and have no memory of it before this morning?"

"No, of course not. There's something deeper going on. Is there anything else you can think of?"

"Well, I've been...it's embarrassing."

"Ing, it's me."

"I've been thinking of how nice it is if the college boys on campus are staring at my ass. I don't want to like it, but I can't help myself."

"Sexual frustration?"

"No, it's not that."

A half an hour later, Ingrid left her friend's office with no resolution. She said she would keep Emily posted.

As Ingrid walked back home, she again thought of boys staring at her ass, and it started to turn her on. Once home, she took a cold shower. She graded papers and watched TV while having two glasses of chardonnay and washing her sheets.

She went to bed wearing only an over-sized t-shirt. She grabbed her vibrator from her nightstand. She fucked her pussy for a while, but it was not doing much. She then paused. She turned to the side and slid the vibrator, lubed with pussy juice up her ass. She moaned at the feeling. It felt incredible. She slid the vibrator forward and back. She held her lower lip in her teeth, and she panted through her nose. Her chest heaved, and she started to sweat. The feeling of the vibrator up her ass was incredible, and she closed her eyes and fantasized a student, Dale O'Callahan was fucking her up the ass.

This was not only the first time Ingrid did anal masturbation, but she brought herself to a tremendous orgasm, causing her to cry out. Once she came down, she pulled the vibrator out and sat up. "What...the...fuck?"

It took some time, but after rinsing the vibrator off and wiping her pussy clean, Ingrid fell asleep. Again she dreamed of being spanked and fucked up the ass and woke up the next morning sweaty and with a wet pussy.