Chapter 40   - Dreams of Exhibitionism *

WARNING: You know the drill.

[You bite at your lip, trying to keep silent as I push into you at a punishable pace.

"Do you want to wager if anyone will come here?" I ask, my voice husky. "Let me hear you." You cry out my name. I focus solely on your eyes as your hips push against mine frantically, trying to keep my pace.

"Harder," you plead, gripping my arm. I meet your requests. I chant your name as you start to tighten around me. I watch as your toes curl and your body shakes as your orgasm takes over. I can't stop the grin on my face as I lean my head on your shoulder and fuck you through your orgasm. I come shortly after, harder than ever, feeling you tighten around me to milk me.

I lay you gently on the ground, both spent and we see that not a single soul had come to see our little performance.

How did you like that for a fantasy?]

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She imagined every word he said and had to say that his words were enticing. How had he known that it was a fantasy of hers? While it was absolutely critical for men to have a secretary slash librarian fantasy, for a woman to think in the same way was scarce. It was not that she wanted to please the man, but it was more that she had in her childhood wanted these jobs, craved what the stories gave these professions.

Moving her hand away, she kept the toy to a side and headed for the bathroom to take a steaming hot bath that could calm down her nerves. It was still early on Saturday and she had been riled up like this. She couldn't believe it.

She soaked herself in the bathtub and sighed, playing with her abused vagina, hoping it would not be sore in a bit. The bath left her feeling cleansed and fresh, giving her enough mental peace to go out and write out a reply for RayKon53.

[Rinten: You have sent me to heaven and then dragged me down to hell. I was left shaking and incapable of comprehending what had hit me with your words. At this rate, I think there will not only be a shortage of lotion in the world, but also batteries to charge my handy toys.]

It was quite possible that the two of them would forever remain single because they had too high of expectations from their partner after meeting each other. How nice would it be if they were there to fulfill their wishes? They seemed to always be in sync.

[I accept your offer. I quite like the idea of getting to know you inside and out. Wink wink. You must have been a handsome young boy when you played on stage. I should thank your mother for rearing you to be such a talented little boy. I can almost imagine a cute little boy playing to please their mother and doing a good job at it.]

For some reason, she could only imagine black hair and inky black eyes on a tiny boy who petulantly went to class.

[Now, I know why you can play me so well. It's your training in classical music that has grown in you a charm that will no doubt desecrate whatever defenses I have against you. Now, as you have shown yours, I will show you mine.]

She paused for a bit, wondering how much she should reveal about herself. She decided that she would give as much as she got.

[My parents raised me to be meek and silent at the face of criticism, which is why I don't think I can stand up for myself properly. I don't blame them one bit for making me a decent human being, but sometimes I wish I was a little more outspoken. Contrary to your belief, I am a shy person who rarely speaks to others about such matters. But I find myself wanting to be close to you, and I treat you as a close friend who can embrace my inner vixen. I can't tell you exactly what my father does, at the moment, but I inculcated my love for my career from him. Something about how he spoke about his profession led me to think differently of the world. He is a businessman and a successful one at that, nothing like a small fry like me. But I have gained much inspiration from him.]

She smiled as she wrote about her father.

[My mother is a housewife and a very caring person. She has always taught me to follow my dreams. And I think that is about all I want to share with you today. Show me yours, Ray.

How did you know that I have a fascination with exhibitionism and a thrill inside trains? I don't remember telling you that. But I also happen to have a completely innocent librarian fantasy that I would love to play out in front of you someday.

Don' t think that I didn't notice your little dig about coming to me in reality. I know you are a busy individual, but when are you going to make a trip to the poor side of town, meet a friend. I sincerely hope that it is going to be a pleasurable trip.]