Dear Diary I really need to buy some batteries.
Waking up horny wasn't my idea of a good time. I'd have preferred to have my weird dream hunk finish the job and give me a fake, yet still satisfying, little O. Now instead I was awake too early, with my hand in my underwear, rubbing my clit like I could find a genie.
I didn't get three wishes. Instead, I brought myself to orgasm, shaking and shivering, my eyes closed as I pictured my dream hunk as the one pleasuring me. Pure fantasy since I'd never get a guy like that in real life, someone who would accept me tail and all. Although, in my dream, he'd accused me of cherry-picking my parts.
If I was going to create extra limbs, it would be a boob, or another arm. All more useful than my tail. Three boobs, I could have been an exotic dancer
