Donna frowned at the page. For some reason, she'd suddenly had the urge to read Agatha Christie, so she had searched and found her mother's copy of Murder on the Orient Express. Unfortunately, after all that, now she was having trouble concentrating on the words. It was strange, but for some reason the book was making her...well...hot. It was ridiculous. Who gets turned on by an Agatha Christie mystery novel? Donna set the book on her bedside table, unable to ignore her body's reaction any longer.
She closed her eyes, letting her left hand trail down her neck to her breasts, teasing her nipples through the thin material of her tank top. Donna sighed as her right hand slipped under the waistband of her favorite pair of boyshorts, and she slowly ran a finger along her already moist slit. Donna let out a soft moan, her mind opening, letting her fantasies saturate her.
There's a woman in a garden. She's tall with blonde hair and clear blue eyes hinting at sadness. Donna leans in to hold her hand for comfort, but the woman turns and their lips meet. Surprise quickly becomes desire and Donna deepens the kiss, moaning into the woman's mouth as long fingers venture under Donna's dress along her thighs. Their lips part, and Donna inhales sharply as the blonde woman nips along her collarbone, and her fingers reach their destination, pushing aside Donna's flimsy knickers and dipping into the arousal waiting underneath.
Donna's eyes stayed tightly shut, concentrating on her thoughts as she thrust two fingers inside herself, gasping when the heel of her hand brushed against her clit. She bit her lip and withdrew to pay more attention to the sensitized bud, still lost in a dreamworld.
"Please," Donna hisses as the blonde woman plunges inside her, using her thumb to caress Donna's need. Her hips are bucking against the hand pleasuring her, and she can feel the woman smile against her neck. Donna's so close, and the blonde can tell. She covers Donna's mouth in a heated kiss, muffling the cry as Donna's release floods through her, trembling and clenching the fingers inside her.
"Agatha!" Donna called as she brought herself to an intense orgasm. She laid back, catching her breath. It had seemed so real, almost like a memory. It didn't make any sense. Agatha? Donna eyed her book suspiciously. She supposed it was just one of those weird subconscious things. Still. though, it seemed so real...so right.