Becoming slightly overcome with these questions, I grabbed one of my books to look up Plutchik’s wheel of emotions. Quickly my eyes were drawn hard upon apprehension. Yes, that was the emotion I was experiencing. Looking closer, I realized its ugly tail, fear and terror, did speak some truth. Yet, neighboring closely were submission and awe. These too were welling up inside me, creating anticipation. I decided overcoming the fear, accepting how the subdued memory of her prose as a teacher presented awe and respect, offered fulfillment while submitting to the beckoning of fantasy. Realizing my thoughts and emotions as I stared through the kitchen window, I decided. Opening the fridge, grasping the cool, smooth, round bottle, and then popping the top of the small script bottle I chuckled for a moment at the irony while I slid a finger deep within its narrow length. My heart hastened as metaphors of lust pierced through my intellectual armor, prompting the raw need for sexual stimulation with its ultimate, gratifying climax.

Closing my eyes, memories of her first story fleeted through my imagination. Subconsciously, wanton desire welled up strong and began overflowing into my presence. It was odd, but I began twirling my fingers within the narrow script bottle, sliding my fingers over the blue angular pills. The power of her as my Erato was now beginning. I knew together we would reach new peaks of both gratification and experience. Still sliding my finger in and outward within the tight opening, its metaphor of being her youthful, tight, damp pussy, I realized my hips kept pace with them, pressing awkwardly against the counter. And my other hand now caressed the smooth, cool bottle, desperately seeking the firmness of her erect, stiffened nipple. I laughed out loud. It was somewhat of a devious laughter. Realization of the story title, “Seduced??” mingled with knowing submission lay next to apprehension. The ironies surrounding me compelled me further along what surely would be a most erotic experience of emotions, lust and fantasy meeting reality.

Sitting at my desk now, placing one of DJ’s discs in the player, I snuggled up in my kimono robe covering my naked body. The Viagra I removed from that sweet, firm “pussy” was under my tongue lingering. Sublingually it was much more potent, and offered its powers more quickly. The creamer was quite tasty as I thought of her womanly juices slipping into view. On my PC I selected the file that ran her stories in a continuum. I eagerly desired to read each of them flowing from one into the other. I had decided my state of arousal would not falter, but maintain itself the entirety of my read, feeling as I do that surely it would be both a pleasurable and somewhat painful undertaking.

Making a note of the time, I began first with a mental review to kinda rev me up, so to speak. First, that cool round bottle was near to present me with the sensation of her luscious breasts. The wetness and sweetness of its nectar would be most wonderful to taste after sliding two fingers slowly into the depths of the full glass. My heart seemed to skip a beat or two, while basking in the anxiousness of anticipated pleasure the task of