I’m swaying to the music playing in my head. You circle me, almost like a predator circling his prey, using gentle touches along my skin, causing me...to shiver and quietly moan. With each electric touch, my nether regions keep getting wetter and wetter, and my nipples harden under your intense gaze. You have ordered me to dance, but I don’t know how. I am grateful for your kind guidance and understanding as you help me explore this world I am so new to. After you are satisfied with my dance, you. Tonight she said she would walk me through a fantasy of the two of us going out and picking up a guy to take home to fuck me. It was so sexy hearing her talk me through the process of her dressing me, and getting ready to pimp me out to a guy at a bar. Once she got to a point where we found someone to take home, she told me to get my dildo lubed up and ready. She started describing to me how he would lay me on the bed and push my dress up, licking my smooth legs and stomach. Then he would. But I didn’t. Jason and I sat close, close enough for our thighs to be touching, close enough to hear each others’ loud pulses. We watched “A Streetcar Named Desire” an old black and white movie with Marlon Brando. I hadn’t seen it in a long time, but as I saw it now, it reminded me of Chris. The guy Brando played in the movie was a loud, hostile, brute, but also really good-looking, passionate, and irresistible at the same time. I didn’t notice Jason’s hand caressing my leg. I felt it, only. When had she become such a nerd?! Bowing to Peter’s complaints on defining one picture book from another even inside her own head! Still, she had to admit, the storyline was pretty good. It explored a lot more interesting and explicit ideas than the sort of shit that was shovelled towards most girls her age these days… all blushing romance and no bloody pay off. Over the top of her book she also kept getting distracted by the flashing colours of the TV screen. Video games. Upside down from this.