CHAPTER 36

I, Leslie King, after years of being pure (at least mentally), have finally had my first wet dream. And hearing the words "Leslie King" and "wet dream" together in a sentence makes my skin crawl.

Why? Well, let me tell you why.

Firstly, amongst having this certain type of dream, I woke up to find my hand down my pants pleasuring my sacred woman box...for the first time ever. I know, it's hard to believe—a twenty-seven-year -old woman of quite open minded standings and I have never quenched my curiosity on what my own fingers feel like down there (let alone what another man's fingers feel like down there). And fortunately...or unfortunately, I have no recollection of what the sensation felt like; I only remember the discovery of my hand where it wasn't supposed to be. However, I'm sure I enjoyed it, because I awoke flush face