Perhaps a diner with pancakes sounds better?Lauren texts exactly the way she speaks. Almost formal in her cadence, but with subtle confidence. It’s ...ard not to get sucked in.I close my eyes for a few moments as I lean my head back against the couch. Lauren is relentless and I wish I could say I hated it. I wish I could just go to bed, make it to Wednesday, keep my head down and get my work done.But every time I see her name flash across my screen and my body shudders with excitement, I know. Next Danni blindfolded me and my legs were gently pulled apart and a spreader bar fitted to my ankles forcing my legs wide apart and making my ass immediately available to my tormenters. I could hear them giggling and a clicking sound, yes they were taking photographs of me. Then there was the painful stinging sensation as one of them struck my across my exposed buttocks with a cane; whichever of them it was they were not holding back and the strokes were so hard I was close to crying. I. (Brandy) Bash, I guess I think it's more intent. In porn, the intent is animal impulse. Eroticism tries to stimulate the whole person. That doesn't mean that a story intended to be erotic always works, but I think you can generally see the difference in intent.(Tigger) Erotica appeals on a variety of levels and is dynamic! Porn only aims at one level, is static and therefore becomes boring after the first read.(PJ) So what's T* fiction? Porn? Eroticism? Both? Neither? Judged on a case by case. She was Cheryl Dedrick, and the closest thing I had to a personal secretary-assistant. She had also been one of my earliest supporters and had been a very useful queen bee during the campaign. She would be perfect for what I had in mind. I led her over to the coffee table and said, “Cheryl, have a seat. I wanted to talk to you about something.”“Of course, Mister Buckman, er, Congressman Buckman,” she said, smiling. She sat down in an armchair, and I sat down in a chair facing her.“Cheryl, let.