. Although, regardless of the gender of the person I'm merging my mind with, it often becomes sexual. We are all sexual creatures, after all." By this...time, Béla was completely undressed – that is to say – naked. She walked toward the bathroom."Would you like to share the Jacuzzi with me?" Béla asked. "We can talk some more, if you like." 'Relax, will you?' she thought into Alicia's unsettled mind.Alicia hesitated. She wanted desperately to know everything that was in Béla's mind, and get Béla. I was fine with it. Has she run off or something? I don't believe it, Dana wouldn't do that. She's not like..." Don't say it," he snapped."So tell me what's going on with Dana," I snapped back."Legolas," he said sadly. "Dana died last month. She was in a car accident. She was in the hospital for three days fighting for her life. She had no family other than..." he stopped and looked at me."I forgot," he said. "You really don't know do you. God damn it this is fucked up. Some of this is. " Let me know if he responds to your advice." I'll do that. Mr. Vargas might very well be a nice fellow, if a little deluded. Like other writers of fiction he's engaging in a little fantasy and trying to entertain his readers at the same time. He just might not realize the harm he's causing by writing that filth. Vargas is not the only writer of that type of story, of course but his name just started being associated with the genre. Just like the name Lolita started being used as a term for a. "I thought I'd hold a little back-- since you might want a taste after our fuck." "Mmmm, fucking me so good made me VERY hungry..." she cooed, and without breaking eye contact, pressed her round tits against the underside of my cock. She squeezed them together with her arms on either side. I watched as they bulged beautifully, enveloping the contours of my still-hardening cock. She slowly began to rub her body up and down, sliding my engorged dick between her fleshy tits. It glided between them.