He could feel hard, silky flesh against his tongue and a smooth blunt tip against the back of his throat, but he still had no trouble drawing breath. ...ll parts of George’s body were being thrilled and mollified at the same time as he was now completely engulfed by the apparition, literally smothered in pleasure. He would drown in sensory overload if this kept up, one part of his mind thought distantly, while another part screamed with pleasure to which he could not give voice as George’s mind,. The cop looked a bit green after that.“Why would anyone want to kidnap you?” he demanded again.“Contact the State Department, and ask them,” I shot back. I fucking hurt, and didn’t feel like dealing with being interrogated.Oddly enough, I think he did just that.I was bundled up onto a gurney, and shoved into an ambulance. At the hospital, they took x-rays, and found that my scapula had been bruised from the baton strike. I’d never known a bone could get bruised. They put a large blue gel wrap. Okay." Still unconvinced.Where do sexual fantasies come from? A lot of places I'm sure, and as far as I'm concerned I don't care where the fuck they come from. They're just my fantasies.Tori thinks too much.But that's just my opinion.I have no idea why I get wet when I imagine some man or woman watching me do myself. All I know is that it feels GOOD when I think about it.And it feels better---waaaaay better---when someone watches me for real.Way better.Like last Thursday afternoon when I laid. Once I realizedwhat the problem was I just sat farther back from the keyboard - andthat works but it's kind of uncomfortable to have to be reaching out afoot in front of you to type.Of course, it's not always possible to move your work farther out infront of you. Mom and I had gone out to a restaurant for supper lastnight. We had felt like Italian, so we're sitting in the booth, and Ihad put on a pink blouse, one of the larger ones actually, but there wasno way I could get any but the bottom.