As she said this, she gave my chest a firm squeeze.

"Oh, stop it, you’re crazy!" I squirmed, twisting my body away from Sarah’s hand, half-laughing, half-itching.

What was supposed to be a simple evening of overtime turned into the two of us gossiping about men the entire time. By the time I got home and showered, it was nearly midnight.

Maybe it was all the excitement, but as soon as I lay down in my warm, scented bed, I felt my eyelids grow heavy.

In a haze, I dreamt of a man crouching over me.

Like a flower ravaged by a storm, I was completely at his mercy.

I struggled to open my eyes to see who he was, but my eyelids felt impossibly heavy, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, and the nightmare kept me from moving.

"Oooh..." I couldn’t help but cry out, my body twisting on the bed like a shrimp.

Just as I was lost in the fog of the dream, the man’s face became clearer, and a familiar face came into focus.

It was Tyler!

"Beep... beep... beep..." accompanied by the beeping of the alarm clock, I woke up with a sharp shiver.

Looking down, I realized my nightgown had ridden up to my waist.

I quickly pulled the hem back down, grabbed the glass of water on my bedside table, and gulped it down. Only after a long moment did the thirst inside me begin to fade.

The sensual dream had left my body feeling both exhausted and strangely liberated.

After freshening up, I didn’t rush to get dressed. Instead, I stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining myself.

The woman staring back at me was flushed, her skin glowing red. Her figure was curvy and full, a mix of both the nurturing wife and mother, but also a seductive, confident woman—radiating a mature charm that could easily attract any man.

Even I found myself drawn to this shy yet alluring version of me.

But who would know that this woman, so satisfied in her dreams, would soon fall into a deeper torment?

What about a man?