She sat there,
nervously staring at her monitor. "I really shouldn't be doing
this," she thought to herself for the hundredth time today. And
those fantasies were some doozies. She'd been to stage shows, seen the
specials on television, even looked on Youtube at clips of cartoons
and amateurs. "This is insane. It's all fake, anyway." This
had become a mantra in her mind, even as she had looked and explored,
fantasized and orgasmed. She finally double-clicked on the mp3, her
hand shaking. Her eyes closed, as the soft, firm voice intoned “Hello
there. Now it's time to relax...”
15 years ago
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