"If it's any consolation, I feel the same things myself. I hear you mention some great thing I've done and wonder was that really me. I've changed so ...uch it's a little difficult to accept."His smile was wistful."You put too much pressure on yourself, Jeff. You can't know everything and do everything and be everything. That's," I searched for the right word, "hubris." There's that insight again."This smile was proud. I wondered how many different smiles we had.It was not insulting. He felt both. " She kissed my neck, slowly unbuttoning my blouse and slipping it off. She removed my bra, leaving me topless. Picking my slender frame up in her strong arms, she stripped me completely as she carried me to the bed and laid me down on it, divesting herself of her own clothes as she did so. Her soft fingers caressed my breasts, then began circling my nipples. I moaned gently in response. Her touch felt wonderful.Her tongue was next, licking my cleavage and then sucking on me. She bit down. A man appeared next to The Authoress. Dee was hooked.She began to drift into that state where she often found herself while reading stories written by The Authoress. Dee sometimes got so carried away while reading, that she pictured herself as one, or more, of the characters in the stories, usually becoming highly aroused during the sex scenes.Dee took off the wig as she was overheating. She immersed herself in the scene unfolding before her, her imagination ran wild. The man, quite large and. His suitcase was spun around and settled against the wall, but she didn’t move until he came to stand beside her. The warm of his hand smoothed over her head, brushing through her long hair. She trembled at the soft touch, not having known what to expect. She leaned toward him, and froze when his fingers tangled in the locks that hung down her back. She wordlessly tipped her head back and looked up at his face that was stern but hot. She heard more than saw his hand at his belt, loosening the.
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