On this particular day John was extra tired and didn't want to make the trek to Lauren's house for dinner, so instead he had Lauren come over and hang...out at his abandoned house. By the time John got back to his house Lauren had not yet arrived so John decided to take a well-needed shower. As the cool water rushed over his body he heard the door open and Lauren yell out, looking for him. John dried off and put a towel around his waist and sneaked off into his bedroom. On his way to the bedroom. ” I stammered, but it didn’t matter as I was now locked in a passionate kiss as his hands ran across my back, his muscular arms locked around me, pulling me inside, me kicking the door shut as he pulled me onto the bed.I pulled away from his lips, I was in heaven, he tasted so sweet and I wanted more but I didn’t even know who he was. “WAIT” I blurted out, “I don’t even know your name..”He looked mischievously into my eyes and breathed softly “Joe, I’ve seen you looking at me, you seemed to be. I feel as if I have to physically possess your body in order to regain control of myself. That's the only way I see out of this dilemma. I protect my identity religiously as an erotic author because included among the type of cocks and cunts who read my stories for excitement to improve their sex lives are also lots of unbalanced degenerates that would unmask me and expose me to my neighbors, friends, and business associates who would be repulsed if they knew about my far out voyeuristic sexual. The next morning Rose woke early and went to Bob’s house. She was there well before daylight and surprised to find he was not home. From his uncut lawn, she realized he had not been there for days. She left a note begging him to call her and went back home. Bob had not found the solitude he had hoped for. He had not seen another human being in the entire time he was camping on a remote stream. He had caught and eaten fish and had lain awake under the stars thinking about the amazing woman he.