She dreamt of the logo again. This time, it wasn't just scrolling and blinking, it seemed to be throbbing, as well. Throbbing. And though the site had...no sound, in her mind, the logo had its own... 'song' wasn't the right word for it. It was more like an audible energy, a buzzing, a pulsing sound that slipped into the cracks of her mind and rewired her thoughts...The next morning, she'd checked her email before she'd even fully woken up, desperate to find that someone - /anyone/ - had found her. ..”“An added feature?” he asked.“I think so,” she giggled. “All these movies are clothing optional for the audience. I’ve already opted for lying here in my bed naked with the laptop next to me, but you can do what you want.”“This would work better if we were both on cell phones so we could put the phones on speaker. Can you arrange that?” he asked.“Of course,” she said. “You hurry up and make your clothing choice and I’ll call you right back on your cell phone.” She hung up before he could. As his cock pulsed and released his cum the feeling was electric. Heather felt Dylan tense up and then felt a warm rush inside her. She caught his gaze. Her lips found his. Her tongue pushed into his mouth. She could see the glazed look of a man caught in the moment. And at once she felt her orgasm ripple through her. Crashing and exploding into a glorious whole body feeling of exultation. "Yes! Fuck, fuck fuck!" Sentences were beyond her. She hadn't ever experienced a feeling like this. Such. Over the course of cab discussions, I came to know that she had a boyfriend and I was disappointed. However, she had become my friend by then. We used to chat over messenger and texts. Gradually, we became close. However, I never revealed my horny feelings for her.Asha used to come to my desk often and chit chat. We used to go out for evening tea. She came to know about my family. I gradually started noticing changes in her behaviour towards me.She was messaging me more and wanted to know more.