The following is in regards to Shane, suffering in rehab for his supposed sex addition with more than just a crush on his tasty group leader, Cyndi, when he gets an intriguing message online:
The message read, “You think I don’t notice you, trying not to notice me, but I do.”
Shane arched an eyebrow and clicked on NYLunatic’s profile, which revealed only the user’s gender, female. He couldn’t imagine who it could be. “You sure you have the right person?” he typed.
“Shane Gunder. I’m definitely sure.”
He started at the woman—if it was truly a woman—identifying him so accurately. Aside from the past month, he rarely found reason to go online, and his username was not something he gave out liberally. “I take it I know you then?”
“Of course you do. You fantasize about me all the time. You’re probably fantasizing about me right now.”
He stifled a sigh. He had no desire to play mind games with idiots on the internet. “Yeah? And who exactly is ‘me’?
“I’m hurt you don’t already know. Should I describe myself to you?”
“If you must.”
“Red hair. About five two. Pale skin. Freckles in places you wouldn’t believe. Wore a green dress you wanted to tear off me today. Currently not wearing much underneath it.”
Shane swallowed hard. No way. Cyndi? Knowing his username? Knowing his problem and coming on to him anyway?
“I want you to do me a favor, Shane. I’m going to tell you a fantasy of mine, and I want you to come thinking about me. Okay?”
That wouldn’t be difficult. “I thought we weren’t supposed to beat off while in the program.”
“Please. I know you do it anyway. And I can tell just by looking at you that you do it while thinking about me. So drop the pretense. I find the truth much sexier.”
“Fine.” He drew another cigarette from the pack and let it dangle from his mouth. “Let’s hear this fantasy.”
Shane lit his cigarette and smoked in a nervous silence for the next few minutes while Cyndi wrote her reply.
His heart hammered in his chest, both excited and scared to death of what Cyndi would say.
Finally, her message appeared. “The hallway of the center is completely silent. I find my office and slide my key in the lock. The door opens with a click. I step inside the room and shut the door behind me without turning on the light. Then I feel him behind me. Shane.
“He pulls my hair to the side and kisses my neck as his other hand works at tugging up my dress. His hand untangles from my hair and pushes the neckline of my dress down, exposing my tits, as the other hand makes a circle around my clit. I start to moan but his hand silences me, and he plunges a finger in my dripping cunt. Soon his hand is replaced with his cock.
“Then there’s a knock at the door. It’s my colleagues, fresh from the meeting and wanting to know if I’d like to get dinner. I can hear them breathing, separated from me by only a weak door. God, what would they think if they walked in and saw me getting screwed by one of the people I was supposed to be helping? So much is at stake here, but I can’t push him away. I want this too much…”
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