| Straight: Online Lovers: Dr Strangelust (1/22) |
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What began as a flight of fancy for 21-year old English student nurse Emma Davis was fast developing into a dangerous obsession. No sooner had she finished reading the latest installment of Dr Strangelust's ongoing saga than she was busily firing off an e-mail, sloppy cumstained fingers slipping all over the keys. ~Oh gosh, Dr Strangelust, Chapter IV made me the wettest yet...I'm literally trembling with desire~ The cute redhead paused momentarily, reading back over the words, her words, yet words it was impossible to believe SHE had just typed. Her mind must surely have blanked momentarily, for she would never have said that sort of thing to one of her most fervent lovers, let alone a complete stranger. And not only was he a complete stranger but, judging by the stories he posted, Dr Strangelust could possibly be the nastiest, filthiest and most deranged sex fiend imaginable. Despite all that, Emma felt an overwhelming urge to continue. ~Please, please, please, please, please post the next episode – and quick! Love Emma x~ She looked again at the message, barely recognising words more akin to some knicker-wetting schoolgirl's first crush than a grown woman who should know better. Arriving at a compromise between logic and lust, Emma erased a couple of the 'pleases' so as not to appear so desperate, allowing a finger that was still scented with her inner juices to hover over the return key. You can't send that, the cogent recesses of her brain contested, yet the treacherous digit touched the pad irrespective, sending the message spiraling into cyberspace. Little did Emma realise, as her heart pounded ardently, that her life would follow a similar downward spiral over the coming days. That task out of the way, Emma lay back on the bed and enjoyed a half-hour snooze before being awoken by lust. Ingesting more of the good doctor's prose, these were words and phrases that seemed to soak to the very core, not just getting inside her head but her entire body. Over the past week she had discovered sensuous nerve ends in places she never thought existed, from the very tips of her toes tingled to the ends of her hair that seemed to dance with electricity. When she read, her entire body took on a rosy glow. And what a lovely body it was too. Standing 5'2 in her favourite white pumps, the demure redhead was blessed with a deliciously curvaceous pair of boobs and a peachy bottom. "Oh doctor, doctor, doctor," she sighed out loud, absorbing a few more sentences of the story before clamping shut her eyes to visualise the scene. So powerful was the writing that she had no choice than to allow her imagination to run wild, almost as if it were beyond her control. Yet perhaps what made the story all the more erotic and, not to say personalised, was that the main character in the story was also called Emma. Coincidence perhaps, it was that connection that had drawn her to it in the first instance, subsequently hooked her in and, from that point forward, kept her completely rapt over four wet chapters. Though looking back it seemed longer, it was a week ago that she'd discovered the EMC Writers' Site, the initials standing for 'Erotic Mind Control', after Kara had borrowed her laptop. Evidently her housemate was a fan too. In the story that was fast reaching its stark and uncompromising conclusion, however, the main character Emma could hardly be more different. An unfulfilled housewife of 26, she had taken |
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