" My therapist urged me to write my thoughts down so I could discuss them during our sessions. I filled up about thirty spiral bound notebooks. It did...help, but I discovered something. I loved to write." She encouraged me, complimenting me on my style. Told me to seriously pursue it, if nothing else to aid in my healing. I took a creative writing course at the community college." So I started to write, compulsively. I bet I didn't turn the television on for six months. Almost got carpal tunnel. His Kitten stands over him, a 6 inch dildo strapped to her waist. She smirks as, inwardly, she savors this momentous opportunity afforded her by her Dom, her loving boyfriend, her Daddy. Tonight, he offers her his virgin ass. Daddy licks his lips as he flicks his nipples, watching his Kitten as she strokes her plastic cock. He stares at it, his mouth watering, yearning for a taste. Kitten smiles, increasing the strokes. "Daddy, do you want your Kitten's cock?" She purrs, squeezing the dildo's. All she'dlearned is that it was theoretically possible to delay her cycle, andthus avoid missing her mid-terms."Now we've got the other problem," Rachel sighed. "I've got fourpotential donors that I've got to see if I can juggle to get theirschedule revised. That is, _if_ we can be sure that we'll have hostsready for an altered transfer timeline." She looked at Tommi. "Nopromises, understand? But I'll see if I can work things out." I understand." Good." Rachel tried to give Tommi a. She bit her lower lip to prevent anymore noise from escaping when she remembered her mother's room was right next to hers. Gently, she let her middle finger make small circles around her tiny clit. She was leaking right through her panties by this point. She lifted her legs and removed the simple white cotton fabric to expose her dripping slit. Her right hand moved down towards her bare pussy. Two fingers began moving up and down the length of her wet opening. Her bottom lip was turning red as.