<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Portal traveler<br/>● Adopted by witches <br/>● sometime nasty nurse<br/>● uncertain witch experimenter<br/>● Cosmo drinker<br/>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br/>● rebellious reactor <br/>● titillated <br/>   <br/> </span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Talk about a rollercoaster ride.  EM seems to have hopped onto the ride and grabbed me to ride along.  Actually, I’m thinking it’s to play, to play along—play with her and play with me.  <br/><br/>In the past, EM has been someone to think about.  But we’re friends, so hands off in RL.  The <em>I wonder what that would be like</em> has just resided in my imagination.<br/><br/>Now, EM is ‘mapping’, figuring out what’s gone on, what might go on.  EM opens and closes his/her eyes.  Words are just words, but when EM asks about how I’ve treated my nipples and what attention they might receive, I’m biting my lip.  Am I not supposed to be careful?  Instead of the clamps being a reminder, they’re now an encouragement.  I can’t bite my lip more!<br/><br/>To relieve the pressure, I lick my lips.  Oopsy!  It’s a Circe practiced move of enticement.  I didn’t do it for that reason.  I don’t think.<br/><br/>This roller coaster of EM’s design, climbs to the top of the rail’s track, suggesting focusing on EM’s tits.  I’m asked about seeing and touching her wonderful melons.  That is a spectacularly great idea!  In the next instant, I’m asking myself if I nodded yes and just didn’t notice.<br/><br/>EM suggests it’s pizza time.  Experiments later.  Maybe it’s the hostess circling EM.  Maybe it’s that I’m not great at resisting the temptation of flaunted tits as my nipples are played with, but I start thinking why just pizza, why not pizza and experimenting too?<br/><br/>So I just ‘accidentally’ kick EM under the table.  “Sorry!”  Not really.  And I’m really not sorry when my conciliatory hand rests on EM’s shoulder then languidly runs its own clever path to sample EM’s tits—nice!  Firm, large and . . . are they sensitive?<br/><br/>My hand is tempted to rest on the orb, but we may have a chaperone—Chloe?  She’s said to watch myself, to be careful and I have!  If I were keeping track, I’d say I’ve kept in check several wandering, wondering ideas.  But I’m not perfect!  EM is the one who hopped on the rollercoaster first.  Chloe probably realizes that.<br/><br/>After pizza and some respite, is it going to be experiment time?  Do we start small or big?  ‘Big’ of course leads me to refocus on EM’s tits.  And, according to the latest EM update, I can think about anything and it won’t affect him/her.  Except what he/she has said has affected me!  So what about that?  Is there something about who gets onto the lead rollercoaster car first?<br/><br/>Hmm.  Experiment.  Data—before and after.  Hmm.  “One thing that’s clear is that we should measure your tits EM. .  .  . that would make it partly academic and that’s important.”  Since whatever I imagine, according to EM, is fine, it does not hurt for me to imagine heading to the ladies with EM in tow, measuring her tits and seeing how sensitive they are.  Of course, measuring sensitivity includes different circumstances (factors/variables) in making determinations.  For instance, does kissing affect her tits?  What type of kissing?<br/><br/>Oddly, I’ve not ever imagined this before, well, this exact thing with EM.  Is it the book’s fault?  Clearly, EM is what they call a protagonist.  I, on the other hand, am just someone who is curious about the world. <br/></span>