Sunday, February 27, 2011
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Joel stared, wide-eyed, at the screen. He could not believe that Sandra had written such a provocatively flirtatious message to ... him. Not that he considered himself undeserving of female attention - he just wasn't used to it. He went to bed wide awake, and completely uninterested in sleeping. His thoughts swam circles around the sensual image of her following him into a dark room, racing through his brain like a thundering river current. He couldn't resist the urge to gratify himself in the intoxication of such a fantasy. After half an hour of unparalleled erotic fascination, he was exhausted enough to go to fall asleep, certain that his dreams would hang on her sexy, unanticipated comment.
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She hovered over the idea of "delete". Why expose herself, when she had so tenderly nurtured her skills of deception? A mask hewn with the utmost of time and care, yet with a few revealing words she had shown herself; OH the sense of complete vulnerability, the nudity before an audience of greedy eyes!!! It was altogether both exciting and frightening. Every nerve quivered with an unlikely desire. 'Am I simply a slave to my own self-imposed loneliness, or is this something more?' she wondered. 'Could I merely accept this as fodder for fantasy? What else will take me to slumber but the promise of dreaming of Him...' She pulled up her blanket between her legs and stretched once more, cat-like, and prepared for an undoubtedly fitful sleep. Every light turned off, the blackness complete and surrounding her like ink, she drifted into the ether with hopes of being pulled further into the beautiful and sensual darkness.
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