It has been far too long since I posted a tale…here’s one written for a friend…plaease enjoy and comment if you will *grins*
It had been a long hard road to get this far, and Neotha was weary; most surely ready to have the final test done and gone. ‘Two weeks’ she thought silently as her eyes strained again and again to read the texts of case histories, legal precedents and points of law. At 26 she was almost done with it, she stretched as she sat in her chair, her lithe athletic body strained by long twelve hour study sessions in preparations for the infamous New York Bar Exam. She grimaced at the task not knowing yet if she was confident enough to pass, but hopeful that she would only have to take it one time…most did not and were forced to return again…and some even again and again to gain the prestigious title of Attorney at Law. ‘Time for a break’ she thought as she pulled at her eyes with her long slender fingertips to clear the haze she had become almost accustomed to. Setting the volume aside she rose from her chair and moved to the overstuffed arm chair to sit, not necessarily more comfortably, but at least in a different posture and place for the much needed time out. She pulled the laptop table around so it would be before her, it swung easily into place and she clicked the on switch and waited, a few seconds later it sprung to life and she gazed at the image of her preferred screen saver…a photo of the most dreamy male model any woman could have ever seen…well to her eye anyway. ‘Hmm’ she thought as she clicked the internet on to see what she could find for mental distraction, and with a thoughtful roaming of her fingers on the keys she went to a site that would bring Mr. Dreamy Man into her living room…well his image anyway. She watched as the site opened, it was one called ‘the red light zone’ and though it was animated, it was well done, and she had created her dream guy in it, well an animated version of him anyway. With deft fingers she moved into the club she would meet him in again chuckling with eagerness as the crowd parted and she saw him on stage. Quickly she zoomed in, no sense getting in a hurry, she really needed the break and wanted to take a full half hour so her sanity would return enough to study farther…only a half hour though she vowed silently. The software was superb, she now saw only his head and face, dark hair that was trimmed neatly, but with the gyrating dances he did it always seemed mussed, a definite bad boy look to it. His eyes glimmered in shades of deep green with sparkling jabs of gold and amber to set them aside as haunting invitations of even closer encounters, his smooth shaven face was so amazingly shaped…the cheek bones and jaw absolute perfection and the dark bronzed skin tones always set her blood to pulsing just a bit faster, but as she gazed to his lips a shudder of pure lust fell across her whole body as a warmth began to take form deep inside her feminine core. Neotha wasn’t sure just what it was she would want in the mean time, but she knew that before this break was done she would have found herself in the mental throes of climax; her fantasy would end when he, her dream animation, took her to heavenly bliss. She panned out a bit on the view; he would be topless, of course. His broad muscular shoulders came into view and then the well defined pecks, smooth as a baby’s butt, a hairy chest not her fantasy…and even the hardened stomach muscles, not a body builder’s six pack, but so sexy as the muscles undulated his torso back and forth with his dance. His lips smiled from the screen at her and she all but felt herself quiver out a bit of nectar from her core, she moved her hand and raised the sundress she wore so she could feel the warmth as it gathered between her nether lips and moistened the fabric of her thong…just the slightest touch sent a spasm through her that was profoundly satisfying…for a beginning. Again she panned out a bit as if moving away from the stage to get an overall view of Alfonse…her dream lover. Now she could see him from head to toe, not overly tall, but tall enough, the trim athletic frame sent yet another jolt of energy through her…her fingers pushed just a bit harder against the eager swelling node of her clit…. ‘Not yet’ she thought avoiding the imminent masturbation that would soon take her over the precipice of joy. His body moved to a slow rhythmic tune and swept her away to deeper thoughts of how he would take her…today…for she had found so many wondrous means to watch him over the past months she never prejudged the adventure. The long boy briefs he wore to dance showed his muscled hips and butt so sweetly it was all she could do not to indulge herself just a bit…her fingers pushed aside the thong and slipped between the swelled labia gently…a gathering had begun of the sweet nectars her body would give in copious volumes…. ‘Soon’ she thought. Her eyes stared at the pronounced bulge in Alfonse’s briefs as his thighs gyrated to the tempo of the music driving her ever father towards desire. She could all but feel the air stir as she flipped her hair from her face where it had fallen and beckoned him to give her a table dance with her crooked animated finger. Of course the software obeyed her every wish and he walked towards her as she now sat at a table, her chair turned from it towards the stage. In reality her thighs parted just a bit farther, her fingers dwelled just a bit deeper into the lush folds of her pussy as he came to do her bidding. The bulge restrained by only the Hanes briefs was simply magnificent…not huge, but certainly big enough even though it was still fairly soft in the animation. The fingers of her left hand worked the keyboard as her right took care of other matters ‘at hand’, well more precisely ‘at her pussy’ now very wet and sensitive to each manipulation of the labia or engorged clitoris that had emerged from its crown. Alfonse smiled down at her character…and in her mind right into her own heart and soul as he slowly seduced her with his dance. The eased moves of his hips drew her attention and she keyed in a command to the program…his hands covered his abdomen with splayed fingers that trailed down to the snug waistband…his manly tool growing slightly as the tips of his fingers slid beneath the elastic band. Alfonse moved closer yet and she found herself panting as the sight of the strained fabric of his briefs came so close she could all but smell and taste his man scent. His manly tool had grown now all-be-it a hardened thick shaft barely restrained.
Her fingers moved faster along the outer regions of her swollen flower, the moistness had turned to a seeping flow of nectar from her channel and she pushed two fingers inside just enough to bring a shudder to her entire body as they found the inner g-spot. She gasped as a surge of feminine cream coated her fingertips, they worked forth and back over the inner nubbin of delight with increasing pressure. Her left hand busily keyed in more commands and she found herself now face to face with his hips as he pulled her face to meet them…the swollen mass before her ready for whatever she would do with it. Her character’s hands moved up and pulled down the waistband exposing the broad mushroomed head, surely too large to fit into her own mouth, but not that of her characters’. She manipulated the keys and the character’s tongue trailed in circles around the massive cock’s head…Neotha’s body reacted fast and hard as the first flood of cream filled her core and seeped along the walls of her channel while she sat gasping for air. When the onslaught ebbed she keyed in more commands and his fingers slipped in to her hair pulling her to take more of his meaty prong into her mouth….she clicked pause and gazed at the picture on the screen…Samantha, the name she had given her animated character, had moved, her lips were nestled neatly about an inch past the bulbous head…sucking him with eager want. ‘No’ she thought, that’s not what I want today…thoughts raced through her brain as to just what she needed. The light bulb came on in her weary head, ‘I need to get fucked’ she thought with a twisted grin painting her face. A few commands keyed into the computer and she was now sitting at the bar, her back towards the smooth walnut rim, her elbows propping her up against it. As she gazed down she saw her skirt was raised enough to allow her Alfonse to see to her heavenly petals and the thong that barely covered them…he was knelt before her with a gleam in his eye that spoke volumes…he would first eat her out with passionate reverie, and then fuck her….right there in the club in front of all of the other animated customers and such still milling about. She clicked the command and the screen came to life…his hands pushed her knees apart, his panting breaths almost real to her mind as his lips trailed up her inner thigh and found the soaked panties waiting for his advance. In her animation he had a very long tongue, and it soon was ravaging her petals and clit with ferocity and vigor…he was hungry and she knew she could feed his appetite well, her own fingers pushed faster and deeper into her ‘real life’ core… “Soon” she gasped aloud towards the screen. On the screen Alfonse had arrived and she found his tongue invading her channel with eagerness only possible with the most adept of oral masters…she had created him with that ability and reveled in watching his head as it bobbed between the animation’s thighs. In her mind her fingers were his tongue and brought another surge of cream racing through her channel…she groaned aloud, so close to the final climax she could feel it building deep within herself. With her eyes all but closed she keyed in another command and the character stood before her, his briefs gone, his raging cock standing erect and ready for her…all ten inches of it’s thickness willing to give it’s all. Neotha was more than ready…she reached to the table beside her arm chair and picked up the toy she would finish her time with her animated lover with. To say it was a match for what she saw on the screen would be only slightly off, Alfonse’s cock was created to match her favorite dildo…ten inches long to the hilt, and about an inch and a half thick…the soft latex coating fully textured to match a man’s excited cock as it neared climax…the veins distended along the shaft created the best French tickler ever devised. As the screen showed his hands part her thighs enough to step between them she shuddered and put the tip of the dildo to her inner labia…as Alfonse stepped closer and pushed into the animated character’s pussy she pushed it in with equal force and depth. The animation continued, inch after inch invading the female character’s core…the reality continued as well as Neotha matched each pulsing stroke of the cock she watched with unblinking eyes…her body now wracked with need to explode. She clicked the command key and Alfonse sped up, more vigorously his animated cock pushed in and retreated from the lush wet core…her view was as it would be if she were watching herself being fucked by her lover…she panted out loudly as a stream of jism flowed from her sweet petal’s lips…Alfonse fucked on and his character gasped realistically with his own need to fill the wondrous cavity. Soon his invasions were full, all ten inches filled the wonder hole with pounding thrusts…Neotha met each stroke with equal resolve and found her body tighten into a knot as she came…the gush flooded her fine leather chair, but it didn’t matter…she screamed aloud as again and again the nectar flowed from her around the latex cock. On the screen Alfonse was about to cum, the look to his expression filled with that look a man gets as he is on the verge…one click and he exploded into the animated character’s womb…she saw the escape of their combined fluids and came again herself…she sat and gasped as her heart rate slowed, her breathing came back to normal…. ‘Yet another wondrous adventure’ she thought as she withdrew the latex dildo from her slick sopping hole with tentative moves…not really wanting it to end; knowing it must. She clicked off the computer and swung the table to the side, the dildo still in her right hand dripping with her creamy jism…she giggled at the sight and reveled in the purity of her orgasms. She got up and pulled her dress off, used it to wipe up the flood of her fantasy fucked orgasm and went to the bathroom; she needed a shower for sure after that. She tossed the dress onto the hamper and started the water, climbed in and washed away the residue of her pleasure quickly…reality had again taken place in her mind…study she must. She dried off, walked to the bedroom and slipped into another sun dress, this time she found a more practical pair of panties, the seepage would be coming out for an hour at least and they should catch it for her as comfortably as possible. She walked back into the living room, her place to study…and sometimes her place to find a bit of fantasy during a break from the mental turmoil of studying for the Bar Exam. She sat in the usual chair and picked up the book, another chapter of her day fulfilled.
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part 2
I have edited the grammatical errors that caused my tale to be withdrawn, and hope it will now be found worthy of posting for your enjoyment.
Another day closer to the exam; the stress was really getting to Neotha as she sat in the typical chair, reading and searching the vast library of legalese still yet to be filtered through before the trial yet to come; the dread New York State Bar Exam. She had been at it for almost seven hours today; her twelve hour study sessions had drawn out to more and more in the past few days and even during the few hours she still allowed sleep to take her away, the dreams were filled with piles of legal documents and testimonials from varied trials… ‘Damn’ she thought ‘is it really worth it?’ The answer, of course, a resounding ‘yes’, it’s time for a break.
It had been so hot in the flat today she had decided to dress simply; a pair of loose fitting boy shorts and flimsy tank sufficed, no underwear to hold in any of the distracting heat of the day; no one would see her anyway since she had long since told everybody she called friend not to come by; the exam had to take precedence; ‘Damn another legal term’ she groaned as she set aside the current volume; definitely time for a good break. She rose from the seat and stretched, the imprint of her rounded ass still showed as she gazed back at the study chair, as she leaned over and touched her toes in an effort to get some of the kinks out of her back and realized she hadn’t been on line for a couple days as a glimpse of her laptop beside the other chair came to an upside down view. A smile came across her instantly as she began to hope for one of the best things she had found in months to take her mind off of the never ending strain of study.
She rose to standing again and walked softly and stood beside other chair, she hadn’t sat in it since she found glorious climax with her fantasy animated lover Alfonse and could still see some of the stain her jism had left in the soft supple leather. Her thoughts were lost momentarily to how best to clean it, but it could wait until after the exam; it wasn’t going anywhere for now, and besides she might just be able to add a bit to it before the hour was out, if she was lucky. She took a seat in the broad overstuffed arm chair and settled in, swung the laptop stand around to face her and clicked it on. Her anxiousness grew as the screen came on and she quickly clicked on the messenger site; ‘He’s usually on this time of day’ she thought as her heart began to flutter with what she could find if he were. When it opened she saw several people on line and was quickly reminded of why she always had it set to long on invisible to the varied friends on her list; his icon was dim and silent; but then, even he knew that interruptions could spoil a rousing session of cyber chat and sexual fantasy; she clicked on his name “The Storyteller” and typed out a brief hello; she waited for what seemed too long, and then…
T: “Hi there” came onto her text box, followed by another line “What’s up today?”
She felt relieved already, she knew all she would have to do is hint a little bit and he’d take her mind off of the trials of the study session. She replied “Studying as usual, but taking a break.” They had done this a few weeks ago, and it began just like that and she ended up with a whole new perspective on the day.
T: “Good for you, you study way too damned much Neotha, I know, trust me I know you have to, but it’s got to be hard on you.”
N: “Nope, it is just tiring and I have to get away from it once in a while. What are you up to today?”
T: “Just writing as usual, you know me; always looking for the next adventure to put on paper. *hehe*
N: “Oh, guess you’re busy then, maybe we can chat later on.”
T: “You know I’m never too busy to chat with you doll. You said you needed to get your mind off of the studies, can I help?”
N: “Only if you have time and want to.” She hit enter and giggled, she knew he’d take care of everything from here.”
T: “Well then, I do have time, if you want me to write a bit for you; you know I love to get you nice and relaxed . . . LOL.”
T: “You alone?”
N: “yep.”
T: “Good, get comfy then, let me tell you just what I’d like to do to get your mind off of all that legal stuff for a bit.”
N: “ok.”
T: “You’re sitting in a chair, I walk up behind you, and you know I’m there because you hear me breathing. My hands roam to your shoulders and begin rubbing them . . . my face slips down to your neck and kisses you beneath your ear gently as I whisper ‘Take a break girl; you are so tensed up; you put the book aside and lay your arms onto the arms of the chair. I push your shoulders forward and begin rubbing them with firm circles, my hands are strong and supple, you feel the knots tense and then relax.”
N: “Oh yeah.”
T: “I push your torso farther down and message your back; my fingers slither down and up your muscles as you coo your pleasure at the touch. I turn my hands to face fingers down and pull at the tensions, drawing it all to the shoulders and pull your torso back up some, again messaging your shoulders and neck; my talents relax the tensions as your mind drifts away from the legalese you have been enveloped in for so many hours.”
N: “Uhmmm, that’s nice.”
T: “Good. I drop my hands from your shoulders and move around you, now you can see me, a brief pair of athletic shorts and a tank top is all that covers me; I envision you in the same, or close to it.”
N: “Close enough, boy shorts and a tank. *giggles*”
T: “LOL. Like minds milady; underwear today?”
N: “Nope.”
T: “Oh my, that sounds too good to be true. You’re such a tease.”
N: “LOL, it’s true though.”
T: “OK, to continue: I pick up one hand and begin with the other hand working the kinks out of your shoulder from the front…I watch as your eyes drift shut and enjoy the gently prodding fingers as they pull the tensions down from your shoulder to your elbow, then wrist, then out past your fingertips. I drop your arm as it goes limp and repeat the process with the other. The whole time my eyes fixed on not only your beautiful face, but the ample breasts that shine from beneath the thin fabric of your tank top; the nipples seem to grow more as you relax and enjoy the manipulations of my strong deep muscle message. I hear a sigh and know your body is beginning to relax completely; from the waist up anyway. *LOL*”
N: “Now who’s teasing? *LOL*”
T: “Me? Tease? Maybe a little bit. Ok then, I’ll move along.”
T: “As the second arm goes limp and I drop it, both my hands go to your shoulders again, this time at the base of your neck; I splay my fingers and draw them down; slowly they traverse to the lush orbs barely exposed by the scoop neck of your tank top; I pause; uncertain if you really want me to do this. Are you sure?”
N: “Oh yeah; I am ready for whatever comes next.”
T: “Well, I will try to make it you that comes next then.”
T: “My fingers are parted wide as they ever so gently cross your tits; a hint of touch, a tickle of tease as they go over and then past them. I pull on your waist and lean you towards me, and with a smooth swift move I pull your tank top off. A gasp comes from my lips as I see the wonder of your body exposed; I lick my upper lip as I toss the shirt to the floor. My hands go to your waist and begin to rub up and back along your sides, each time closer than the last to again caressing the full rounded flesh; your nipples grow harder with each possible touch; finally I cradle them each in a hand and lift them, knead them and pull at them a bit until the nipples are all but touching.”
N: “Ooooo.”
T: “My face swoops closer and my mouth surrounds the two hardened nubbins at once, my tongue sweeps circles around them and presses hard against them. I hear you groan and feel your body as it squirms a bit. I let my mouth drift from them for a moment and part the two orbs; one in my left hand as it so gently caresses it with my thumb and index finger twisting the nipple just hard enough to force it to get even harder with want; my right hand does the same, until my mouth captures it and sucks the areola and nipple in with almost savage greed; I groan onto and into your flesh as I feel your response.”
N: “Uhmmm.”
T: “My right hand drops from the now eager tit as I continue to suck more and more wildly on it, a distraction from my intended goal. I lean closer and push my torso between your knees a bit farther; in a flash I loosen my grip and pull my shirt off; flesh to flesh is so much sweeter a means of touching. My fingers lay upon your thigh and begin the slow trek along it; up a bit and message…a bit more and move to the tender inner muscles of it…up ever more as I hear a moan come from your mouth and feel it in your chest with my lips…still sucking your breast, still caressing the other wit my talented fingers.”
T: “Again I loosen my grip…my mouth takes the other tit and suckles it as I did the first…yet my hands travel from the wondrous mounds of your tits and drag across your abdomen…not yet have I blessed your mound or lower with a touch…a tease, but effective at making you forget all else for a while…I whisper to you ‘raise up a bit for me doll…’ and pull the boy shorts over your hips and down past your knees…past your calves and past your feet.
They too fly to the floor beside your tank top and my shirt…I gasp at the beauty of your sweet petalled flower…so swelled already and not even paid heed to as yet ‘mmmmm’ I utter softly as my hands push apart your athletic thighs to view the heavenly garden of your mound and the flower that nestles beneath it with such glory.”
N: “more….want more…”
T: “and you shall have it all Neotha. I mean all of it before I am done.”
T: “My hands hold on to your thighs and push at them as my face goes closer, yet ever closer and then as my warm breath pass the petals my tongue sneaks out and slithers from base to top of the outer regions of your moist loving pussy; the taste is divine; almost intoxicating to me and I dip farther into the labia, slathering up whatever moisture I find; not enough yet, but soon. My hands grasp at the top of your thighs…my thumbs push at and then pull apart the flower called labia…my tongue invades it and licks bottom to top and top to bottom; the only part left unattended is the eager nubbin within the crown at the top; I avoid it for now….”
N: “What? No….please don’t avoid that.”
T: “Just testing dear to be sure you were paying attention. LOL”
N: “I have to type with one hand….don’t tease me…pleases.”
T: “My hands move lower between your legs…once beneath them I lift them both and put your feet on my shoulders…I pull us together my face totally buried in your sweet heavenly gash; I groan at the glorious flavors and feeling of the wetness you provide me; my arms hold you tightly to me as I eat my way deeper and deeper into the wonder of your abyss; even my nose is inside you as I pull from you only to gasp for a breath now and then; I can hardly wait for your screams to begin, knowing that with the increase of your nectar it will be soon.”
N: “uhmmm; yeah it will; please, I need it.”
T: “ I suck what fruity nectar I can from the channel of sweet dreams and glory; my tongue frantic now with want to scoop the fluids from you; I press harder to you with my face as one hand leaves your thigh and begins pushing down my own shorts…the meaty tool within wants its turn as well.”
N: “God yes; do it, take me please.”
T: “*hehe* OK, if it is what you want *chuckles* once my shorts are at my knees I raise up and lift your legs aloft, slide along them as I embrace them snugly to my torso. I feel the wetness of your groin as my cock passes by, each touch brings delight to my skin, and each drop of wetness increases my need. Finally the ten inch pole has risen past it, the mushroomed head now perched above the entry to heaven; your heaven; my lustful destination.”
N: “ah;; I gasp with need; my hands reach and pull at your hips”
T: “I push down to meet the lush wet entrance; the head pushes into the outer reaches of your flower; a slight thrust and the head slips in with an audible pop.”
N: “God yes. Deeper, give it to me.”
T: “I lift your legs as I stand before you, my cock slips in a bit more, and then more; inch by inch I feel your muscles draw me deeper. My heart races as my breaths come in pants for much needed air. Once I have driven in half I pull back and then push even a bit deeper; each stroke at slightly differing angles will drive us both to the brink; I wrap my arms around your thighs and pull your ass off the chair, now you are mine; your groin at the perfect height; my hips withdraw with the newfound freedom of movement and then in one felled swift push I drive into you almost to the hilt.”
N: “YES…harder”
T: “Time after time eight inches of thick meaty manhood invades you, different tempos with each time I plunge inward or withdraw; my hips move faster as my own arousal gets more demanding of me; I fuck on until…”
T: “I release my grip on your legs and let them fall around me, my cock supporting your lower body completely as I reach and grasp your wrists pulling you up against my torso. Your arms fly around my neck as I stand and take you for a bit; my gasping breaths whimper out a request. ‘Doggy style; please; I need it’.”
N: “Oh yes; anything; Cumming; soon!”
T: “I let your legs drop, pull my hips back and hear the slurp of your juices as the thick mass slips from within you; I turn you around with your helpful grace and push your upper body and face to the chair seat as you drop to your knees in front of me and part them for me to have easy access to you.”
T: “I squat behind your sopping wet rear…your nectars have made it deliciously slick and I love the feeling of it as I pull your cheeks apart and guide my bulbous head to the opening. I adjust my height and assure myself that I will not harm you with the next move; all is well and I thrust into you with savage lust; the base of my cock slams against your loins at once as ten inches fill you like you have never felt before, and then it begins.”
T: “Pounding rhythm takes the tempo of fucking faster and harder than even I have done before; I grunt as you moan; I pant as you gasp; my muscles tighten as your hips thrust against my own; the ultimate fuck with the ultimate woman. I feel the veins swell along the lengthy shaft; a sign that soon I will be forced to shoot my wad, somewhere. I tell you with each panting gasp that I cannot hold out much longer.”
N: “kkkkkkk…..ah…ugh….cum 4 me”
T: “Your wish is my command. I drive harder and then slower; from a high angle to a low one, each with it’s own delightful nuances; each driving me past the precipice of wondrous climax; I grunt with each time my mound hits your ass and my sack slaps at your mound below until finally I cannot resist any longer. I pull my cock from you abruptly, flip you over to your where your back is on the seat and let fly the first rope; it coats a line from your navel to your chin and I grasp the meaty prong to aim the next as you open your mouth to receive it. Perfection happens and the next steam fills your mouth. I stroke at my meaty tool awaiting you to swallow which you do eagerly and await the third rope. I dip at the knee and shove my cock to the hilt inside you and cum again; as the heated lava fills your inner depths you scream out another wave of your own climax. I am spent and lay down upon you, the creamy jism I left there squishes between us and I shudder at the pure wonder of what we share as your nectar combined with the final stream o semen flows around my shaft and seeps from you.”
N: “Thank you.”
T: “No, thank you for enduring my poor writing, hope it was at least a nice break from the day’s toils.”
N: “It was amazing”
T: “Well, it was really fun for me; you know it is one of my most favorite fantasies to get a woman off with just a few well chosen words. I grin with hope that success was found.”
N: “YOU DID, and I mean it…thank you so much”
T: “Aw shucks ma’ mm *blushing*, I am glad you enjoyed it though. Let me know whenever you need a break from your studies; one of these days we will have to try this with a phone line, I’d love to hear just how you moan Neotha, or do you scream?”
N: “Depends; we’ll see, maybe after the exam if the mood is right.”
T: “Well doll, hate to be a slave driver, but you need to get back to your studies, and I really need to go take care of something, if you catch my drift.”
N: “LOL…yep, I think so . . . *giggles*”
T: “Till next time *kisses and hugs*, and have sweet creamy dreams when you go to bed tonight; LOL; I know I will.”
N: “Bye for now. Thanks again, it was awesome.”
T: “Only because it was for you milady; you inspire me; bye for now. *kisses*”
He signed off, she clicked the page off and sat back for a minute; her hand still holding the ten inch dildo, her pussy so drenched it was beyond belief; she smiled and stood up, holding on to the arms of the chair to steady herself. Her shorts were soaked from the part that had covered her mound as they had been slid to the side to allow the dildo its path down through the crotch and completely wetted ass. She looked down at the poor old chair, flooded again. She pulled off the rumpled mass of her tank top and swiped up the creamy flood as the remains of her jism ran down past her knees. A giggle resounded at the wonder of cyber sex with the storyteller; one day she just might have to try to meet him face to face; her giggle turned into a low laugh for she knew he was old enough to be her father, but in cyber space age was irrelevant.
She showered and changed, refreshed and ready to go back to work; only a little over a week left now until the exam.
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