Heart’s Desire (Quelle and Silk Satine)
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				Title: <strong>Heart’s Desire (Quelle and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 16:24:25</strong>
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				“You see, Doctor, I had always been sickly and thin and pale growing up… I was not allowed to join the other children in their games, nor join in any sports in school.”&nbsp; <br><br>Evie Alden bit her lower lip as she stared out the window of Dr. Derek Keene’s office, high up on the seventh floor of the professional building, her eyes blindly sweeping over the warm, crimson glow of sunset settling over the city like a blanket being tucked around for sleep.&nbsp; “I had never run or climbed a tree. I never rode a horse.&nbsp; I couldn’t go up a flight of steps without stopping to rest… and why I avoided buildings like these if they had no elevators.&nbsp; Until recently.”&nbsp; <br><br>The woman who turned from the window to look at Dr. Keene was very unlike the person she was describing.&nbsp; Far from sickly now, she glowed with health, albeit with a shadow of sleeplessness under her large, troubled blue eyes and a hint of strain in the delicate features of her small, heart-shaped face.&nbsp; The paleness of her skin was more like a flawless, creamy alabaster shade, not so much from illness as from lack of sun exposure… although that was starting to change as well.&nbsp; And the scrawny thinness of her childhood and teen years had been replaced by slenderness balanced by the delicate swell of softly rounded curves hidden by the shapeless, dowdy clothes she favored for work and casual wear.&nbsp; Her thick, glossy dark hair was still neatly pinned up as it had been at work, although a few wispy curls inevitably escaped to brush the soft curve of her cheeks at the end of the day. <br><br>Dr. Keene would never have recognized the child she had been… or even the woman she had been before the heart transplant she had undergone just a little over a year ago.<br><br>“This heart…” her hand pressed to the valley of her breasts under the demure, shapeless blue shirt that she wore to work at the library, her fingers brushing over the scar just visible over her neckline.&nbsp; “It has changed my life for the better.&nbsp; I can do things I never dreamed were possible for me to do.&nbsp; But then, I didn’t do very much before I got this heart, so that is not saying much.” She laughs softly in apology.&nbsp; <br><br>Then her apologetic smile faded as she gazed at her psychiatrist.&nbsp; She had already told him the circumstances of her heart transplant; how she had been born with a defective chamber, and had lived a sheltered childhood, all the way through private schools and through college, where she had managed to finish her degree with the strength of her determination… although her doctors had told her that the effort would cost her dearly if a heart wasn’t found soon.&nbsp; <br><br>But by some tragic miracle, a heart had become available… a woman dying from an accident had coincided with her being next on the waiting list.&nbsp; And one year later, her doctors had given her a clean bill of health, all thoroughly satisfied that her body welcomed her new heart, and it beat strongly and vitally in its new home in her body.&nbsp; <br><br>And now, one year later… she turned troubled eyes to Dr. Keene. “The dreams started a few days ago.&nbsp; They’re so very vivid, Doctor… as if I were there myself, witnessing every detail.&nbsp; I’ve never had dreams like these before…”&nbsp; A deep shiver passed through her body, and she hugged herself, rubbing her hands over her upper arms.&nbsp; Or perhaps she should have said as if she were <em>experiencing</em> every detail.&nbsp; “And the funny thing is, Doctor, I—I feel as if I know this woman who is in my dreams… and it’s not me.”&nbsp; Oh, definitely not her!&nbsp; &nbsp;“I – I think it’s the heart donor.”&nbsp; She gazed pleadingly at Dr. Keene.&nbsp; “Is it possible, Doctor, for a heart to hold memories?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>quelle</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 11:27:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://quaunaut.squarespace.com/storage/post-images/derekKeene.png) (http://jumei.deviantart.com/art/Portrait-II-121859235)</div><em>Doctor</em> Keene would have listened to her intently, and though he occasionally wrote things on a legal pad that sat in his lap, otherwise his attention was fully paid to her, his eyes following her throughout his office's study. The walls were lined with different medical journals, both of psychiatric and physical flavors. Though his was a relatively new practice, barely in it's third year of existence, he still had the stature enough to read every last one of those journals, poring over each of them ever since he began school nearly a decade ago. He had the look of a man who was comfortable in his intelligence, if not completely proud of it: Most were not fully established psychiatrists at his age, let alone the age he was at three years ago when he had begun.<br><br>He looked to be a very fit man beneath the comfortable suit he wore. It was a dark tan color, over a brighter tan formal vest, and his black tie beneath, leaving the traditional white shirt beneath almost completely hidden. He had a pair of matching slacks to his blazer, though they appeared maybe an inch too long, and beneath those, two dark brown formal shoes. He dressed like this nearly every day, though by the end of his sessions would tend to loosen up enough to get the coat off. He hadn't yet with this one- while she opened up fine apparently, the final monologue and question from her left him a bit unsure.<br><br>"No, it isn't possible. There were theories, years ago, of molecular memory, but none panned out. You're simply dreaming of being someone else." He would openly sigh. He was lauded for how honest he usually was to patients, but it didn't make the next part any easier- usually, flat refusing to accept their own thoughts led to a decent fight for him. He usually didn't care, beyond that of their own well being, because he could last without any patients. A father of three, two handsome boys and a beautiful young teenage girl, and married to an heiress of a southern chocolate company who had grown up in northern New York state, he could have retired the moment he married her: But as she always reminded him, if not for him, she probably wouldn't be as happy as she was, let alone where she was. And he did have a genuine gift for helping those who wanted the help: Sadly though, those were few and far between. Nearly all of them tend to think they are the unique story that gets by the doc, the one that will one day make some sappy movie about how everyone thought someone was a little off, when they were the only one who saw things clearly. They were never right.<br><br>He had already written down the names of several possible prescriptions, mostly antipsychotics, to deal with these dreams. Each was of a very, very light dosage, but unless she had the willpower the last ten of his patients didn't, the dreams wouldn't stop otherwise. He watched her posture as she stood there looking at him a moment, running his free hand through his dark brown hair slowly, wondering for a moment if he was finally developing his mother's bald spot before dissuading himself of that stray thought, and noticing... something, about her that changed his mind. He would then look back down and cross out each one but the third of the four out. "So then, what kind of dreams have you been seeing, then? What are they in nature? Perhaps, take me through one of them." His face would almost look hopeful, though it rarely did: Most sessions were droll, the same as the last ten. That was the real key to psychiatry they never showed in the movies... persistence. To get those gigantic breakthroughs you need on the kinds of people who seek out a shrink, you have to put in the time. A lot of time: Most of the time, it was nine months. Hence why it was a lifelong profession- you still were likely helping patients who began seeing you fifteen years ago, off and on. Though, it did have the perk of being invited to some great parties at the end of the year.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart’s Desire (Quelle and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 15:57:03</strong>
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				<br>Evie bit her lower lip and looked sideways at Dr. Keene, under her lashes.&nbsp; She studied him carefully, looked for any hint of condescension or superiority, things she had encountered often enough in the medical community over the years.&nbsp; But she saw none of that.&nbsp; She saw a handsome man who seemed totally at ease in his professional role, and she sensed, instinctively, his genuine desire to help.&nbsp; And her cardiologist had recommended him highly.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed and went back to the couch from which she’d gotten up restlessly at least twice during the interview.&nbsp; A little nervously, she perched on the edge and folded her hands in her lap to keep them from fidgeting, and listened attentively to his reply to her question about transplanted hearts having memories.<br><br>“I suppose it was a shot in the dark,” she sighed.&nbsp; “It’s just that… they seem so real… and I haven’t been able to sleep well after some of the nightmares…”&nbsp; Her haunted blue eyes seemed even larger in her pale face.&nbsp; She didn’t really know what she had expected from a visit to the psychiatrist.&nbsp; Growing up, it was her mother who had usually felt the need for therapy while she had been shuttled from one cardiologist to another.&nbsp; Perhaps she would be doing well to come away with a prescription for sedatives…<br><br>At Dr. Keene’s suggestion that she tell him about her dreams, she leaned forward, hands tightening together in her lap.&nbsp; Her voice was soft and had a growing tremor to it. “I have&nbsp; nightmares, Doctor… and sometimes they come one right after the other.&nbsp; &nbsp;Usually it’s a dead body, obviously murdered, right in front of me… one man was stabbed to death, the knife still sticking out of his chest, a large pool of blood spreading out from under his body… another was tied in a chair and his throat cut until his head almost dangled off…” Her voice choked.&nbsp; “And a family… a father and mother and two children… gunned in their own home, slumped against a blood-spattered wall…”&nbsp; She raised a trembling hand to her smooth, slender throat and took a deep breath.&nbsp; “Then there are the other dreams.&nbsp; Not nightmares, but very… strange and alarming.”&nbsp; This time, she couldn’t help the delicate suffusion of color that crept up her face and warmed her wan cheeks.&nbsp; “Usually sexual in nature… and involving various settings of bondage and--- and kinks…”<br><br>Her voice trailed off in embarrassment.&nbsp; Most likely he had heard stranger things in his practice.&nbsp; But could she tell him that, as a virgin, she was alarmingly and inexplicably enjoying the dreams while being repelled by them at the same time?&nbsp; How could she explain it?&nbsp; How would <em>he</em> explain it?&nbsp; <br><br>“Do you… want me to describe the dreams, Doctor?” Evie asked hesitantly.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>quelle</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 21:30:43</strong>
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				As he listened, he tilted his head to the side, and crossed his leg once more. Circling the last medication on his list, he would only nod as she continued describing the dreams, how vivid and violent they were. It was a well established part of many different diseases, and a common side effect in most sleeping medications. "No, no. No need to describe them, I understand how that can feel, and I think I already know what's going on."<br><br>He reached under his chair to a small cubby contained within, pulling out a small pad for the prescription, writing down the name of the medicine and signing his name underneath it quickly, before looking up at her. "I'm going to assign you an anti-psychotic. You don't have psychosis or schizophrenia, but you do seem to be exhibiting symptoms that this should take care of perfectly. I do think you have a minor case of bipolar disorder- just enough to give the dreams. Balancing your diet a bit better and getting more sleep should solve it just fine." he said with a smile, throwing his leg back over and getting up to hold the prescription out for her. "Anything that doesn't deal with, these should. Take them for about three months, and after that the dreams should be gone for good. Just a bit of a flux now with your heart getting adequate levels of resources around your body." <br><br>If she took it, he would likely move to sit back down and cross his leg over again, even going so far as to ask if there was anything else she wanted to talk about.
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 18:22:49</strong>
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				<br>Evie sighed, then brought herself to nod her head as she took the prescription from his fingers.&nbsp; Her eyes skimmed over it briefly, then up again at Dr. Keene, her gaze searching his face… seeking something but finding only the professional wall of cool competence.&nbsp; “Thank you, Doctor.&nbsp; I shall follow your instructions as best I can.”<br><br>She was desperate for relief from the dreams, for both the nightmares and the erotic visions robbed her of much-needed rest in sleep… each in their own way… so she was willing to trust him and try whatever he prescribed.&nbsp; <br><br>She stood up, tucking the prescription into her purse, and smiled tentatively at him as she prepared to leave.&nbsp; “Thank you,” she repeated quietly.&nbsp; “No… I think there is nothing more I can tell you.&nbsp; If anything comes up… I’ll call you.”<br><br><br><em>Three months later</em><br><br><br>Evie paced the floor of her bedroom in agitation.&nbsp; She was at her wit’s end.&nbsp; She had just climbed out of bed for the third time, and dawn was still two hours away.&nbsp; Her rumpled bed, pillows everywhere and sheets already stripped off for being too warm on her burning body, and her long, tousled hair tangled around her bare shoulders as the straps of her nightgown kept sliding off, with blue eyes even larger and more shadowed than they were three months ago, were evidence of her battle to claim sleep.<br><br>Finally, she had to admit to the obvious--- her meds weren’t working.&nbsp; Her dreams had actually gotten worse--- and affecting her daily life in ways she couldn’t seem to control.&nbsp; She was changing… and she didn’t even know how, or why.&nbsp; <br><br>In the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face and stared in the mirror.&nbsp; She almost couldn’t recognize her face anymore, framed by the wild tumble of hair that she rarely bothered to brush out now unless she was getting ready to go to work… and even then she had abandoned the neat, spinstery knot she had always favored at the library.&nbsp; And nightgowns from Fredericks instead of her old reliable fleece pajamas, and work clothes that revealed more flesh than she had ever dared in her life…<br><br>Her breasts ached from her most recent tussle in a dream… as did the wet niche of flesh between her thighs. Unthinkingly her hand went to cup and knead one soft mound tautly straining against the thin, lacy material, and the other hand went down and deep between her legs.&nbsp; But her massaging fingers only made the ache worse, so she abandoned the exercise and decided wearily that she would just have to get ready for work very early, as she had been doing for weeks now, while ever hopeful that each night would be a full share of sleep once the medication truly kicked in.&nbsp; <br><br>Later, at work, she dialed Dr. Keene’s office and made another appointment.&nbsp; His secretary fit her in for a few days hence, and when the day came she paced the floor of his office, very much in the same state as she had been on the morning she made the appointment, except that her clothes weren’t the dowdy shapeless things they once were.&nbsp; Her blue button-down shirt clung to every curve of her breasts and small waist, while the black skirt hugged the ripe flare of her hips, the swell of a firm, shapely bottom, and the length of long legs supported by impossibly delicate high heels. <br><br>She stopped pacing in front of him, turbulent blue eyes meeting his accusingly after she had told him the state of her dreams and her life.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Your prescription isn’t working, Doctor.&nbsp; If anything, my dreams have gotten worse!”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>quelle</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 08:01:08</strong>
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				He raised an eyebrow to her. His secretary had told him that she sounded bad over the phone when she made the appointment, but this was truly something. For one, he had never noticed her body before... and this was <em>definitely</em> something he would have noticed. The woman was as attractive as he could estimate a woman being, and he thought in the back of his mind, <em>Maybe even better than my wife</em>. He would visibly shake his head to dispel the thoughts, but a trail of them still persisted every time he got a flash of ankle, a good angle on her butt, or a view of her breasts that seemed ready to burst from her shirt. And as much as he hated it... the next part would be even worse.<br><br>"Well, if that isn't working... then perhaps we'll actually have to work through them. I know that before I said you probably wouldn't have to tell me, but... it seems that unless we can work out what your dreams are, what they mean to you and your psyche, we may be at an impasse. Please, Miss Alden, lie down and give me a moment to fetch a new pad of paper." He would get up and do just that, going back around to his rarely-used desk, bathing his body in the light of the window behind him and lining the wall. It was an overcast day out, as if it would rain any moment, though, not as dark as it would be in a true storm. Reaching into a desk drawer, he would pull out a package full of yellow legal pads, and pull another out from there, before setting the package back into the desk, fetching another new pencil and slipping the other into his pants pocket, and moving to sit down in the chair behind the lounge chair she was instructed to lie on. <br><br>Once there, he'd slip a leg over his other, take a deep breath, and wait for her to prepare herself. "Well then. Tell me please, Evie, what kind of dreams have you been having? And... this time, start with the..." He began with a deep breath. "...sexual."
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 18:52:50</strong>
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				Evie stopped pacing and took a deep, shaky breath, then she smiled at Dr. Keene in relief.&nbsp; It relaxed her body enough to allow herself to sink down on the edge of the couch, her hands slowly rubbing the sides of her slender thighs in a nervous gesture.&nbsp; She was quite ready to share the sexual aspect of her dreams… while her mind shied away from the darker, more sinister corners.&nbsp; She desperately wanted answers to the immediate changes in herself, and in her life, and that meant facing the rampant sexuality burgeoning in her body that followed the Phoenix rebirth of her heart.<br><br>“I suppose you want me to start at the beginning, Doctor?” she asked tentatively.&nbsp; Thoughts of her first sexual dreams--- so vivid, so detailed--- suddenly made her very hot indeed.&nbsp; She parted the collar of her shirt, undoing one more button until a hint of the lace of her bra peeked just under the deep, silken valley of her tautly swelling flesh. “The first one… my wrists were strapped with leather belts to the headboard of the bed, like this…”&nbsp; <br><br>Slowly, she lowered herself and stretched out on the couch, her body a sinuous curve as she held her arms up and out as far as they would go in a broad Y above her head.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, long lashes flickering as her eyes moved around the dream room under her eyelids, her mind recollecting every detail of her surroundings in the dream.&nbsp; <br><br>“He had undressed me down to my underwear… just a scrap of lace over my breasts, and another scrap hugging my hips and barely covering me… and he proceeded to apply ice cubes to my nipples and down my body to the rise of my Venus mound, while he parted my legs and knelt between my thighs…”&nbsp; She shuddered deeply, her body squirming now in remembrance of that particular dream.&nbsp; “Then when I told him I couldn’t stand it any more, I begged him to fuck me… and he did….”&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyelids flew open, her breasts rising and falling now with her labored breathing, and her blue eyes rested, softly unfocused, on Dr. Keene’s face.&nbsp; “I—I suppose I should tell you that I’m a virgin, Doctor… but my body enjoyed it and responded as if I had done it before…”&nbsp; She swallowed, a feverish flush burning under the cream of her skin.&nbsp; “Afterwards, he made me lick and s-suck his member until he was aroused again and came in my mouth…”&nbsp; She sat up hurriedly then… suddenly, shockingly aware that she was actually aroused all over again from that dream.&nbsp; She clamped her thighs together over the dampening ache deep between, and tightly folded her hands on her lap.&nbsp; &nbsp;She smiled apologetically, her voice breathless as she told him, “And that was just the beginning.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>quelle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 10:14:23</strong>
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				He couldn't write a thing down while watching her. The way she had unbuttoned her shirt as quickly as she did, made it easy for him to see directly down and between her breasts from his angle. He could see the smallest beads of sweat growing over her skin, hinting at her arousal, and in fact, he could smell it on her. As she went over the dream in more detail than he ever needed, he found himself transfixed. For some reason, he saw himself, drawing the ice cube over her nipples, down her taunt stomach, tempting at her sex. He could feel the warmth of her slit at his tongue, feel the hardness building in him, to which he couldn't ignore in the real world either, finding himself having to shift his pants to not make his arousal so obvious. Bringing both legs down and setting the pad in a lap over the member, he could only swallow as she finished her story, and announced that it was just the beginning.<br><br>He would pause, taking a moment to breathe, to finish his own fantasy of it, before returning to the real world. Immediately, he would try to contort his face into an emotion of deep thought, of reminiscing, of trying to remember from those years in med school and psychiatry books what different kinds of sexual instances meant. This tied to none of them. Lace? Ice cubes? No central opposing figure? It seemed more like a wet dream, but beyond that, one of a previous exploit... but she was a virgin.<br><br>He would swallow once more at the task set before him, not realizing how nervous it must have made him seem. "If... if that is only the beginning... do you look at pornography often, Miss Alden?" He would ask with the tilting of his head and leaning back away from her chair, bringing his tongue to his upper row of teeth as if hoping for a specific answer, but still thinking that even that was against the profile for dreams like those she was having. <br><br>However, there was also another route. "And... go on. Perhaps... perhaps other dreams can give me other, better clues. If you're comfortable, and ready, to tell me." He would look her over a moment, more medically than as aroused as he was during her first tale. "I could get you a glass of water, if you're thirsty."
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 19:20:04</strong>
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				At Dr. Keene’s question about pornography, Evie took a deep breath. “I… no, Doctor, I had never had the urge to look at pornography… that is, until my dreams.”&nbsp; Then she hastened to add, “I still don’t.&nbsp; But yes, I find myself wanting to browse on the web and order things….”<br><br>As she sat on the edge of the couch, she struggled to retain some semblance of control over her body.&nbsp; She was doing it again.&nbsp; She was&nbsp; succumbing to the allure of the fantasies of her dreams by letting her body indulge in sensations she should be desperately trying to stamp out.&nbsp; Perhaps it was a bad idea to speak so freely to her psychiatrist, for the more she spoke, the more her erotic urges seemed to come out and&nbsp; possess her.&nbsp; <br><br><em>But was it so wrong to give in?</em> That small voice inside her, that maddeningly tempting, coaxing voice that sometimes made her believe she was going mad, needled her again.&nbsp; <em>You have a new heart… a new life.&nbsp; You became a new person the moment the heart had taken its first beat inside you.&nbsp; Are you content to go back to the way things were? To be hidden away, afraid to do anything… afraid to live… for fear of breaking?</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The voice whispered with unarguably seductive logic. Breathing deeply, she looked at Dr. Keene… and thought again just how attractive he was.&nbsp; She had felt the pull towards him from the moment she had met him. Married, she thought as her gaze drifted down to where his hands lay on top of his pad on his lap.&nbsp; A wedding band, conspicuously worn on his finger.&nbsp; Before she knew what she was doing, her eyes made a leisurely inspection of him, her expressive face registering unreserved appreciation for a completely desirable male, her inspection stalling on his lips and that tongue pressed up against white teeth.&nbsp; A sudden, unbidden thought gushed through her in a flood of heat… what would that tongue feel like pressed up against her nipples and other aching, secret areas of her body…?<br><br>She closed her eyes and took another deep shaky breath.&nbsp; Oh god… she was thinking of seducing a married man.&nbsp; And her psychiatrist, no less.&nbsp; <em>Why not?</em>&nbsp; That little voice was goading her again.&nbsp; <em>You only live once, Evie… and who knows how long you’ll have this new heart?&nbsp; Transplanted hearts have been known to fail.&nbsp; And you can see it in his eyes, in his nervousness… you know you can.&nbsp; You new instincts are telling you that the man is attracted to you too.</em><br><br>That thought alone seemed to push her toward the edge of desperation… and she suddenly realized that it was a desperation, not to eliminate these new, alarmingly exciting urges… but to live life to the fullest, to indulge her long suppressed curiosity of the forbidden.<br><br>She groaned softly, but it was a groan of partial surrender to the voice.&nbsp; Every other part of her was resisting… but somehow she found herself slowly standing up and moving towards the doctor, her gaze fixed on a pair of intelligent green eyes with feverish raptness.&nbsp; “Yes, Doctor, I’ll tell you about my next dreams,” she said softly.&nbsp; “They took place in some sort of club… with half-naked dancing girls writhing around poles… and little back rooms for private dances.”&nbsp; She stopped in front of him, then bent down, deliberately giving&nbsp; him a generous view of her cleavage, of ripe satin mounds cupped in the tiny lace cups of her bra, and gently removed the paper pad from his lap.&nbsp; “May I, Doctor?&nbsp; The next dreams involved very intimate lap dances in one of those back rooms… with the same customer…”&nbsp; She placed the pad on the desk, having to lean towards and beyond him to do so, her hot breath brushing across his cheek and her perfumed flesh within inches of his nose.&nbsp; “I--- I’d like to show you exactly what I... she... did to her customers in the dreams, Doctor…”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heart’s Desire (Quelle and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>quelle</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 03:37:01</strong>
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				The doctor was practically shaking with excitement, arousal, but stronger than all, fear. He would find his mouth did not work; Nor his hands, legs, or breath. His eyes worked, but they were not under his control. Every silent command her body gave him of where to lead his eyes elicited only a more desired response out of himself. He found the glow of the city beyond them impossibly bright. Her silhouette almost seemed black against it, and worst of all, this silhouette was of the ideal woman: Superior to any woman he had seen, and most of all, his wife. He would readily acknowledge outside of this moment that his wife was a beautiful woman, but right now, everything seemed inferior.<br><br>He would not stop her from moving his legal pad away, and the pen rolling off of his lap onto the ground would land with a soft thud. He involuntarily leaned back in the chair, but not to get away- instead, to give his lap a wider birth to be exalted to, by the woman. He wished, <em>no</em>, he demanded, that his body obey him and bring itself back under control, but it was not his own anymore. It was this woman's. He was her toy. He felt his own sweat building, building and building, his heat almost seeming to match the growing feeling he would get from her, especially when she leaned over him. His mind was simply blank; Blank, with a well inked quill, ready to be written over.
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 21:39:51</strong>
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				Once the pad was placed on the desk, Evie hesitated… and that struggle inside her could be detected in the stormy cloudiness of her blue eyes.&nbsp; The coaxing inner voice urged her on, <em>"Don’t you see? He wants you… seduce him.&nbsp; You only live once, Evie.”</em>&nbsp; <br><br>She closed her eyes, but that didn’t shut the voice out… in fact it only amplified the enticing echoes in her head.&nbsp; That she was going to seduce the man who might be able to help her get rid of that voice was not lost on her rational thought.<br><br>Slowly, she parted the doctor’s thighs with her knee and moved in between them, her hands stroking over his shoulders and up his neck to bury in his hair as she started a sinuous gyration of her supple body, her legs rubbing and grazing against his groin in her slow writhing.&nbsp; She looked down at him, saw the blankness in his eyes, and smiled.&nbsp; She said softly, “He looked just like you do in the dream…”<br>
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