Nipples poking at her bikini top and her sex tingling, she drank in the sight for as long as her nerves allowed before closing the curtains.A shiver s...ook her, and she immediately thought about the vibrator she'd tossed into her luggage at the last second. After fourteen months without sex - and a stretch almost as long before that - it had become her best friend.Fighting down her hormones, she jumped in the shower.Since she hadn't decided on where to have dinner yet, she pulled on a pair of. My Sunday morning shift was surprising pleasant and I actually leftwork in an amazing good mood. As the "Pink Pussy Cat" was only a 10minute detour from the hospital, I swung past the place to retrieve myshawl. Expecting to find a deserted venue, I was surprised that therewas a gathering of ladies in the private function room, leading offfrom the main lounge. A low noise cloud came from that area, withstrains of Blondie lifting up over the conversation hum. I wasintrigued with this party, as it. "The possibilities?" Marcia responded, with resigned incredulity.In fact, she'd been thinking of breaking things off with Walt. She'dtried to handle the situation as conscientiously as she could and yet shesaw now that she'd made a complete hash of it. The only thing to do wouldhave been to stop things before they'd even begun. But she'd been weakand lonely and vulnerable. And it had been so long since she was involvedwith anyone. It was a pleasant fantasy to think that she could have areal. Riter writing as Ezra Zane as archived at www.ruthiesclub.com, the web's premiere illustrated erotic pay site.Please! Give me your comments!Patty McRae sat beside me in history class. I was in love with her. For fifty minutes each day, I'd watch her out of the corner of my eye. I'd see the profile of her beautiful face, watch the gentle rise and fall of her breasts, see the sunlight halo her golden hair.I wanted to touch her, to feel the smooth softness of her pale skin. I ached to have her.