A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)
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				Title: <strong>A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>15-12-2006, 16:53:15</strong>
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				Ithaca was one of those small towns that would not have prospered if it were not for the university that it had grown around.&nbsp; Cornell University was one of the youngest members of what has come to be called the Ivy League of schools.&nbsp; Its pastoral campus, and small town feel attract students from all over the country.&nbsp; The various schools are well represented at this University, and the Arts were no exception.&nbsp; The program was well funded, varied, and known for being extraordinarily broadminded.<br><br>Edward Poe was an artist and a writer, and had done exceptionally well at Cornell.&nbsp; He had returned for their graduate program, intending to leave the school with a Masters.&nbsp; As part of his scholastic requirement, he was required to help with the school newspaper, and publish a literary magazine composed primarily of student submissions.&nbsp; Edward was given wide leeway on what the magazine would contain, and managed to get his ideas approved.&nbsp; Anyone that worked in the publishing lab was free to volunteer for the literary magazine as well, and each was encouraged to submit artwork and stories as well.<br><br>Edward was a handsome young man, in his first year of Graduate school, having come right back, rather than take any time off.&nbsp; He had enjoyed school, and enjoyed his subjective popularity within the like-minded group of students he kept company with.&nbsp; He was pale, more used to spending time under the moon than the sun, and despite not being a part of University Athletics, was in excellent shape.&nbsp; Devilishly attractive, with a look that sometimes seemed mischievous; his blue eyes combined with his night-dark hair had served him well in his time there.&nbsp; He tended to wear clothing in dark colors, though on his income, it was more Old Navy than The Gap, but it was clear that he paid attention to his appearance, even when wearing just a T-shirt.<br><br>The Publishing Lab served a number of campus publications, primarily the newspapers, and thanks to an excellent budget committee…was extremely modern.&nbsp; There were several clusters of computers, encouraging students to work in groups, a few different kinds of laser-printers to produce proofs before things were either sent to the Printer, or sent to another printer to be pumped out en masse.&nbsp; Off of the large “Bullpen” were a couple of offices, including that of the Editor, and the Professor who was in charge of overseeing activity there for the semester…it was a job largely entrusted to a Grad Student, in this case, Edward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>15-12-2006, 19:26:01</strong>
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				It was February, and Dana stomped her feet on the threshold of the foyer to knock the snow off of her boots.&nbsp; The building seemed silent - not surprising for a Friday night, and most of her fellow students were off at parties.&nbsp; That never had been Dana's thing, more one for quiet corners with a book and her music than loud crowds and alcohol.&nbsp; Besides, she had let herself get behind on some work she was doing for the Publishing Lab as a work-study because of a paper due in one of her classes.&nbsp; Fortunately the grad-student in charge of the Lab seemed a flexible sort who wouldn't mind that she caught up on the layout of this year's "A Thousand and One Words".&nbsp; Putting in some hours into the night in an empty building with nothing to worry about but the computer, the material, and her iPod was right up Dana's alley.<br><br>Her glasses started to fog quickly.&nbsp; The building seemed quite warm, but then these old buildings had radiators that seemed to unpredictably shift from day to day.&nbsp; She took off the glasses and tried to wipe them on the sleeve of her dark blue sweater as she trudged half blind along the hallway and then downstairs into the basement where the Publishing Lab was set.&nbsp; There were a few scattered lights on, probably left by the cleaning staff on their way out.&nbsp; Dana fished her campus ID out of her well-worn jeans and swiped it, entering into the Lab proper with a "BEEP" of approval.&nbsp; She put her smeared glasses back on, squinted, and headed for her workstation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>16-12-2006, 04:55:19</strong>
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				Edward, or Ed, was where he usually could be found; in the Lab.&nbsp; He had half the lights off, which was the norm for the lab when it was empty, and most of the machines had been turned off.&nbsp; The PC in the Editor’s office was on, and on that desk and on that screen was the work he was attempting to redo…one of his proofreaders had missed a slew of errors, and as usual, it was up to him to redo everything so it could be sent to the printers the following day.&nbsp; It was the danger of making assignments too close to the weekend, especially now, only a semester or so in to school, and parties till running rampant.<br><br>He pulled off his navy blue rollneck sweater, cursing as he came out of the dim Editor’s office.&nbsp; It was too hot in the lab, and he remembered some MIS major telling him that was bad for the machines.&nbsp; The old radiator was on the blink again.&nbsp; Ed charged into the lab, and marched over to the radiator trying to adjust the knob, but it was stuck, or more likely, painted into place thanks to the last maintenance runs through the basement.&nbsp; He growled and kicked the thing, running his hands through hair that seemed twice as thick thanks to the actual humidity in the room.&nbsp; Edward stalked back into the Editor’s office, swinging the door behind him absently. It slowed to a stop a hand’s breadth or three short of closing.&nbsp; There was a single light on in the office, a desk light that was easily missed from inside the lab, and the pale light of the flat screen as he worked.<br><br>Edward hit “SEND”, and delivered both his scanned artwork and his story into the INBOX for the literary magazine.&nbsp; He was rather pleased with the story, it was, to say the least, daring for a college magazine…and the artwork had taken, perhaps, more effort than the story.&nbsp; Not that he minded sketching female nudes for the practice, but he had wanted a couple in this piece, and so had posed and set the camera to automatic…as he used his own body as a reference.&nbsp; It had been a fun shoot…<br><br>He shook his head, checked the time, and frowned.&nbsp; He cleared his mind of erotic thoughts, and returned to the work of proofreading and corrections.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>17-12-2006, 04:30:31</strong>
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				Dana wriggled out of her heavy coat and draped it over the back of the chair next to her station.&nbsp; She liked to sit at this particular one, perhaps due to being in the corner, nearer to the offices than the center of the cluster and the hallway where sometimes people tended to stand and chatter on about the usual drama of being a college student - particularly given that many of the people coming through here were literature or theater types given to drama anyway.&nbsp; Dana was more of a quiet academic - always getting good grades but never having really found a passion about any one subject.&nbsp; Now in her sophomore year she was going to have to make up her mind and chose a major, but she kept putting off her advisor.&nbsp; Ever she didn't put too much pressure on Dana, she wasn't the kind of girl that got much attention.<br><br>Dana was a bit shorter than average, about 5' 5", and what she considered to be average in most every way.&nbsp; Her build was neither skinny nor curvy, her hair was a simple brown, usually worn in a french braid that she did each morning after her shower.&nbsp; Her brown-rimmed glasses were functional rather than fashionable.&nbsp; Her complexion was actually quite clear and smooth, though since she pretty much never wore makeup that didn't really stand out either.&nbsp; She tended to wear loose, comfortable clothes that did nothing for her figure.&nbsp; Tonight the bulky brown sweater was enough to hide her curves on top, and the slightly baggy jeans made her look heavier in the bottom and the legs than she really was.&nbsp; She was pretty anonymous, a blank, and it was the way she had come to like it.<br><br>She settled into the chair and pulled up the queue of things to do in the shared Inbox, and started taking documents out one by one, editing over them briefly and importing them into the publication layout program.&nbsp; She had a critical eye for spelling and grammar, and a very good eye for composition of text versus artwork.&nbsp; She had designed the framing artwork that suggested scrollwork which had been chosen by Edward Poe for the piece, though she modestly didn't think of herself as much of an artist.&nbsp; More an illustrator at best.&nbsp; Dana puts on her iPod, selects a playlist of largely instrumental folksy pieces so as not to have the words of lyrics conflicting with her work, and gets to it.<br><br>The first couple pieces in her to-do list were short poems, easily framed and laid out.&nbsp; By the time she had finished those she had decided it was decidedly too hot in here, and it wasn't just her body adjusting from being outside.&nbsp; She pulled off the heavy sweater and dumped it next to her coat, now being in an mannish long-sleeve, button-down grey shirt.&nbsp; Now it could be seen that she actually had a figure, a pretty trim waist, a chest well proportioned to her size, and a pretty and slender neck and collarbones.<br><br>She notices the next one is actually from Ed, which catches her interest.&nbsp; She had been struck by the handsome grad student, though in the introductory meeting for the Lab he was clearly being flirted with by a couple much prettier girls in the group - attentions that he seemed to be happily returning.&nbsp; Dana, as usual, had been content to simply sit back and assume he wouldn't have had any interest in her anyway.&nbsp; No one had since she came to college.<br><br>As soon as she opens his piece, she reads along as she imports it and begins laying it out, and almost immediately a blush comes to her face.&nbsp; It quickly becomes clear that this is a piece of erotica, with an older man seducing a younger woman.&nbsp; The prose is lyrical, and while it steers clear of explicitly naming of anatomy or acts, perhaps to ensure publication, that only seems to heighten Dana's imagination.&nbsp; Her heart beats faster as the man lures the girl to his home, as he woos her and eventually boldly begins to kiss and caress her.&nbsp; The girl is at first coy, but then powerful in her own sexuality as she undresses for him.<br><br>Dana stops with a guilty impulse, stands up for a moment and looks around.&nbsp; The place is clearly deserted.&nbsp; She sits down and starts to read without concern for layout, and her free hand rises to gently start playing with her breast through her shirt and bra.&nbsp; As she reads she remembers her boyfriend in highschool, her only love and lover, as they once laid on her bed in her home one hot summer day.&nbsp; He had been the first one to see her naked, to touch her, to bring her to orgasm with skillful fingers, and eventually to take her virginity.&nbsp; It felt like that day again reading this, the room as hot as that July day, though the woman in the story seemed far more confident and far more beautiful than Dana ever had been.&nbsp; She absent-mindedly unbuttoned her blouse, slid the strap of her bra down on her shoulders to free the cups, and teased each nipple of her small, girlish breasts as she read.&nbsp; Her mind was half in the story and half in remembering Jason.&nbsp; Best not to remember how he dumped her for a prettier, bustier girl, not how she had cried and retreated into herself, not how she never had been able to find the same pleasure and release in masturbation that she had had in his arms.<br><br>Then she came to the picture.&nbsp; Two figures, wrapped in each other, clearly nude though nothing blatant was showing, their faces blissful and half lidded.&nbsp; The girl beautiful, smooth, curvy and slender.&nbsp; The man well-build, strong, masculine.&nbsp; Dana took her hand from the keyboard and slid it down, unbuttoning her jeans, under her panties to where she was already wet beneath her curls.&nbsp; It was so hot, she was so hot, the picture and story was so hot.&nbsp; Her shirt was half-off, bra pushed inelegantly down to free her breasts, her body slumped down and hand in her panties.&nbsp; She was entirely in herself, in this quiet place, lit by the screen of the computer and a few distant bulbs.&nbsp; She felt it build inside her and she moaned ever so quietly to herself, but then she suddenly came, an orgasm better than any she'd given herself for months, and she let out a loud, passionate sound somewhere between a cry and a groan before lying still there in the chair, eyes half-closed, one hand now only slowly caressing over a flushed breast, with a quiet "oooohhhhh....."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>18-12-2006, 05:33:37</strong>
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				Ed reached into his backpack, only to find that he was without the USB-key he kept his music on.&nbsp; He would normally work with a little music playing, not too loud, because he would wind up singing along, since he was by himself, and that would only slow him down.&nbsp; The music was something to sort of keep him company, especially when he worked in the lab alone.&nbsp; The place didn’t scare him or anything, but the silence loomed, or so he felt, and a little noise made the place seemed more alive.&nbsp; Music also helped him focus for some reason, just like he did when the Lab was full of people, and they were struggling to meet a deadline.&nbsp; It was like the external stimulus forced him to dial in his concentration with that much more effort.&nbsp; He had always worked best when up against a deadline, and this proofreading was no exception, only he would rather have had a little music to fill the silence.&nbsp; Ed was tempted to go to music streaming websites, but he knew himself well enough to know that such an endeavor would turn into a black hole of time, as he searched for the perfect song or set of songs.&nbsp; So, he went on to work, humming softly to himself.<br><br>His nose was nearly touching the flat screen, as he leaned in to look at a series of errors that a kindergartener could have found.&nbsp; Ed groaned, and small spike of annoyance making him growl slightly as he began to work the corrections.&nbsp; It was then that he head the lab door open.&nbsp; Ed was used to the sounds of the Lab; the hum of the PC, the tic-tic-tic of the heater, the sound of pebbles hitting the small basement windows when the wind picked up.&nbsp; So when the door to the lab opened, he heard it.&nbsp; There was the beep of the card-swipe lock, and the click as the door unlocked for the right card.&nbsp; Ed didn’t go and check right away, he figured it was someone else either working late for some project, or taking advantage of their Lab access because the regular computer labs might be on the blink again.&nbsp; He shrugged, and went back to work.&nbsp; Ed glanced up when he caught movement, and saw Dana taking a seat not far from the partly open door.&nbsp; It was Dana, one of tune UnderGrads that worked on the magazine.&nbsp; He had noticed her, despite her clear attempt to fade into the background and not be noticed.&nbsp; He had found himself wondering what was under the unflattering clothes.&nbsp; She was very good for the Lab, and she seemed sharp, but she was even quiet about her scholastic abilities.&nbsp; Dana had a pretty face, though she never seemed made up, and for some reason her attempts to disappear into the background, turned her into a mystery to be solved.&nbsp; Ed could see her in profile, though he had to lean to one side to see more of her, he might have greeted her, but there was the work to get done, and he didn’t want to get caught up in socializing.<br><br>Dana had a good eye for layout work, and it pleased Ed to know that she was willing to put in her won spare time, and not simply slide by on the minimum.&nbsp; He made a note to remind himself to make certain she got credit for her time. Ed heard her settle in, and get to work.&nbsp; He frowned as he noticed her iPod, but after that moment, simply went back to work himself, actually find that easier to do with a little bit of noise in the lab.<br><br>He did not look up again, until it became curiously quiet in the Lab.&nbsp; Ed leaned to the side a bit, and could see Dana was still there, but she had stopped working…or at least, she was not moving the mouse around nearly as much as he was used to seeing from here as she worked.&nbsp; He thought perhaps that she was reading, and found himself curious about whether or not she had found his piece.&nbsp; He was not savvy enough to call it up on his screen, so he simply looked up now and then, to see whether or not she was enjoying whatever it was.&nbsp; Publishing his work opened it to public criticism, and that was something that always brought mixed feelings.&nbsp; It was then that he noticed Dana had removed her sweater, and he could not help but see her figure.&nbsp; She had wonderful lines, breasts that were perfect, and a swan-like neck that he almost itched to draw.&nbsp; Ed continued to watch her curiously, stealing glances at her slender form.&nbsp; He caught her blushing, and now was doubly intrigued by what he might be reading.&nbsp; A few moments later, she was looking around, and Ed was tempted to announce himself, but for some reason, did not.&nbsp; He felt his eyebrows begin to rise, as she began to touch herself through her shirt, and some small part of his mind cursed, as he became far more interesting in Dana than in his work.<br><br>Ed felt himself stir as she unbuttoned her blouse.&nbsp; New warmth blossomed in his cheeks, and he realized that he was also getting a charge out of watching her.&nbsp; She did not know he was there, and he might have turned off the one light on the desk, if he was not worried she would notice.&nbsp; He took a breath, urging her to continue in his mind.&nbsp; His pants became uncomfortable as her hands slid within her shirt, sliding her bra out of the way, so she could tease her nipples.&nbsp; She did so beneath her cloths, and somehow, that was doubly erotic.&nbsp; He moaned softly, as he caught site of taut nipple pressed against the cloth of her shirt.<br><br>He watched her hand move from the keyboard to her jeans, and pulled his own pants away from his center, trying to give himself more room.&nbsp; The ache at his center only grew as Dana began to pleasure herself.&nbsp; Ed’s lips pressed into a thin line, as he leaned back into his seat, and unbuttoned his own pants, and pulled himself free of his boxers with a sigh.&nbsp; He all but sprang free, and began to slowly caress his own manhood, as he watched Dana begin to squirm in her chair.&nbsp; Her moan made him swell with desire, and when she came, loosing a sound that sent a shiver down his spine, he forced himself not to continue, removing his hand and placing it on the desk with a small groan of frustration as continued to watch Dana writhe from her orgasm.&nbsp; Edward was painfully ready, but he did not think simply taking care of himself would do.&nbsp; He sat there for a moment, watching Dana caress herself, enjoying the flush in her skin, and the teasing view of the curves of her breasts.&nbsp; He groaned, and considered his options.&nbsp; <br><br>Ed could suffer in silence, and let the moment pass, perhaps making certain suggestions to Dana in the days ahead.&nbsp; Or he could walk out there right now, his pants bulging with expectation, and say something coy.&nbsp; Then a thought occurred to him, there was something he did know how to do, PC to PC, especially in the Lab.&nbsp; He had used the feature to send notes when the place was full.&nbsp; He rolled back to his machine, still energized by what he had seen, and called up the system messenger…it would open a window on Dana’s screen.&nbsp; He was concerned, for a moment that he might frighten her…but the impulse took him, and the concern faded, burned away by his more powerful desire.<br><br>A window popped open with a single note tone on Dana’s machine.&nbsp; It was impossible to ignore, as it appeared in the center of her screen.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Right now…in this moment…you may be the single sexiest woman on campus…in the world.&nbsp; Did you enjoy the story as much as you enjoyed yourself?</strong></em></div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>18-12-2006, 16:28:08</strong>
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				Dana startled, straightening in her seat and pulling her blouse closed over her breasts with one white-knuckled hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked around the empty, quiet lab frantically.&nbsp; Could there be a webcam somewhere?&nbsp; Was someone mocking her?&nbsp; She re-read the message as her heart pounded.&nbsp; It didn't seem mocking.<br><br>She pulled the bra up and over her breasts quickly, sliding the straps back over her shoulders.&nbsp; The bra really didn't fit so well normally, an unstructured simple cotton thing she had gotten last year.&nbsp; She thought it had shrunk in the rough laundry of college, unable to really realize that she had gotten bigger.&nbsp; She still thought of herself as the high school girl who wore padded A-cup bras, as Jason had eventually told his friends, and they told others until she heard other girls talking about how totally flat she was.&nbsp; Being short didn't help.&nbsp; Last year after one of her old bras literally fell apart in the laundry she had bought cheap B-cup bras which fit better then, and now wore them as loose on the band as she could.&nbsp; Sometimes she didn't even wear one, when her clothes were thick enough to hide the fact.&nbsp; Yet she couldn't think of herself has having much of a chest, not compared to the busty girls she involuntarily roomed with freshman year, in their sexy Victoria's Secret push-up bras, tight shirts, and low necklines.&nbsp; This year was much better, in a nice quiet single dorm room, tiny as it was, on a floor set aside for the more academically minded - mostly foreign students, really.&nbsp; Anyway, given a choice between spending her meager money on new clothes or a couple of paperbacks, she easily chose the latter.<br><br>Her fingers closed a few buttons of the blouse before she decided what to do.&nbsp; There was a small area at the bottom of the system message that seemed to allow a reply.&nbsp; She typed quickly:<br><b>"Who are you, where are you?"</b>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>19-12-2006, 19:37:04</strong>
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				Edward had not bothered to close up his pants.&nbsp; He could not have done so comfortable anyway.&nbsp; He simply rolled up to the desk and began to type, his eyes flicking to Dana as he touched each key.&nbsp; When he finally hit send, he looked to her, his hand falling almost casually to his turgid member.&nbsp; He leaned forward in anticipation, only idly caressing, not wanting to satisfy his urges here.&nbsp; The desk was strewn with his work, and his better judgment held his desire for completion at bay, thought only barely, as his eyes roved over the woman in the Lab.<br><br>She noticed the message almost instantly, and covered up nearly as quickly.&nbsp; He growled softly in frustration, preferring the tease of seeing a little, to seeing nothing at all.&nbsp; Ed watched her begin to type her reply with a small smile.&nbsp; He had half expected to send her fleeing into the cold night, either in embarrassment or fear of a stalker.&nbsp; When she did not, he became eager to read her response, imagining just how far this could go.&nbsp; Ed wondered how far he could egg her on, if at all, and found that he was excited at the possibility.<br><br>The message popped up on his screen, unlike an Instant Messaging application, it showed no history, displaying only the blind, anonymous message.&nbsp; Ed knew there was a way to figure out where they came from, but he had no idea how, and he hoped that Dana did not either.&nbsp; He typed the response swiftly, but counted to fifteen in his head, before hitting the ENTER key, to send the message to Dana’s system.&nbsp; Ed smiled, and observed her with hungry eyes, curious what her reaction would be.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>You are far more important than I am.&nbsp; My name, where I am, that does not matter.&nbsp; What matters…is YOU.&nbsp; I have never seen anything more beautiful than you were in that moment of ecstasy.&nbsp; I want to see it again.&nbsp; Will you show me?</strong></em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>19-12-2006, 20:06:29</strong>
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				Dana's heart hammered, a mixture of fear, embarrassment, and ... and a thrill that she wasn't really used to.&nbsp; She half-stood out of the chair, looking around from her little pool of light into the darkness of the offices around her.&nbsp; Several of them had dim lights on, but then they always did.&nbsp; &nbsp;Someone who could tell what she was reading too - maybe a cam behind her.&nbsp; She put a hand over her chest and quickly looked at the row of machines behind her, but didn't see anything.<br><br>In her haste to cover up the few buttons she had secured on her blouse were in the wrong holes, leaving her looking very disheveled, which fit her mental state as well.&nbsp; Her blouse hung off-center, creating a pretty obvious gap across her belly and her bra, her pants were pushed down low on her hips, exposing the edges of simple white bikini panties.&nbsp; She was distracted by the appearance of a second message box, and sat back down to read it.<br><br>Was this some shy flatterer?&nbsp; The blush hung warm in her cheeks.&nbsp; It had been a long time since anyone but her mother had called her beautiful.&nbsp; It made her curious, and some of the fear faded away.&nbsp; She typed quickly.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>"Why should I?&nbsp; I don't want naked pictures of me on the Web."</strong></em></div><br>Ed could see that her startled scared look had been replaced by curiosity, and was that the hint of a smile?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>20-12-2006, 04:17:32</strong>
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				Edward smiled in amusement at Dana’s disheveled appearance; If anyone walked in now, and caught her looking as startled and guilty as she appeared, they would likely jump to exactly the right conclusion.&nbsp; He watched her look about, though he could not be sure what it was she was looking for.&nbsp; Ed thought maybe she was looking for him, hidden in some cranny or nook, or maybe spy-cams.&nbsp; The last thought made him smile again, as he peeked at what little skin he could see.&nbsp; He liked the curves of her hips, and the simple bikinis she wore, and wanted very much to see more.&nbsp; Ed was getting a thrill out of playing the voyeur, it was a charge he had not expected, and the allure of possibly proceeding to actual contact only excited him more.&nbsp; Slowly and gently, he pleasured himself, imagining what Dana’s hands might feel like, or better, her lips.&nbsp; He could almost catch the scent of sex in the air, though it was likely his imagination.<br><br>He saw her catch the message, and smiled when she sat back down to read it.&nbsp; He could see the flush in her skin, and he cocked his head to one side, squinting slightly.&nbsp; Ed could swear she looked more interested now, and that possibly, she was smiling.&nbsp; He shivered in ecstatic anticipation, and proceeded to type the next message, again, watching her, and waiting for a space of time, before hitting SEND.<br><div align="center"><em><strong><br>No internet.&nbsp; No recordings.&nbsp; You are my discovery, too beautiful to share…too sensual…too sexy for the drooling masses. Why?&nbsp; Because you want to…because your body aches to feel what it just felt again, and mine aches to see it just once more.<br></strong></em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>20-12-2006, 04:44:54</strong>
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				Dana gently bit her lip as she read.&nbsp; Was it just the suggestion, or was there part of her that just wanted to believe it?&nbsp; She slowly undid those misplaced buttons, letting her shirt hang open for a moment, telling herself it was just so she could do them up right again.&nbsp; She looked down at the too-worn and too-small bra, her curves pushing over its top, her hard nipples against the soft, thin cotton.&nbsp; She put one hand over a breast, softly running fingers over that excited nub, then took both hands to the keyboard.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>It was the story I was reading, and the drawing, and yes I liked them.</strong></em></div><br>She glanced at the document still in the background, the entwined couple, the prose that made her imagination run.&nbsp; But now it was like something out of her imagination was happening to her.&nbsp; She continued writing, her fingers flying.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>So you like watching me.&nbsp; If I let you watch, you have to do something for me.</strong></em></div><br>She took a deep breath.&nbsp; Her hands were shaking.&nbsp; She couldn't even articulate and fully decide what she would ask, but it made her shake even to start to agree to anything.&nbsp; It took an act of bold will to hit SEND, with the still nagging worry she was being toyed with, but the greater wish and desire that it was what it might seem.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>20-12-2006, 05:00:30</strong>
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				Edward could see her bite her lip, that simple expression sending a shiver through him.&nbsp; Then she undid her buttons, her shirt falling open, and he could hardly believe it had happened.&nbsp; It was like a moment in a film, or a novel.&nbsp; He could see her bra struggling to hold the globes they hid from his eyes, and perhaps the hint of her nipples straining against the fabric.&nbsp; Ed nearly growled when she touched one of her breasts, and tenses his muscles, willing himself back from a precipice that the view and his own tender self-attention was bringing him too close to.&nbsp; Then Dana was typing, and he smiled, it could only be in response to his message.&nbsp; The first arrived, and he grinned broadly; it had to be his drawing, perhaps even his story…there was not another piece of art quite as titillating as his.&nbsp; He made a small sound of pleasure, the very idea that she had been moved to arousal by his work, seemed to redouble his own.&nbsp; He was about to reply, when the second message arrived, and sent a tingle through his body.&nbsp; Ed watched Dana as he typed; he was good enough to only have to spare his hands a quick glance.&nbsp; He licked his lips, and hit the key that send the message without the wait that had been his one token attempt at restraint.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Yes, I love watching you.&nbsp; Like watching a rose blossom, it is thrilling.&nbsp; Fair is fair.&nbsp; What would you like me to do?</strong></em></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>20-12-2006, 14:22:28</strong>
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				She honestly didn't know what she wanted him to do.&nbsp; That request had almost been more a test, to see if whoever it was was really willing to do more than just watch her.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><em>I don't know yet.&nbsp; I won't ask you to do more than you ask me to do.</em></strong></div><br>She took another deep breath.&nbsp; Was she really ready to do this, knowing that someone was watching, and not knowing who it even was?&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; It was thrilling.&nbsp; She had only pleasured herself alone since Jason, and no one seemed to be interested in her, and she had somewhat gotten used to that.&nbsp; But now she wanted that, loved the simple attention.&nbsp; In the dark of the empty room, she could be daring, as daring as she might be in her fantasies when she lay in bed with her hand between her legs.&nbsp; Even then she always had to stifle her sounds, for fear that someone else might hear, and that was never as satisfying.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><em>So what should I do, and where should I be so you can best watch?</em></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>20-12-2006, 19:15:53</strong>
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				Edward watched her considering her next message.&nbsp; He was thankful for his position;&nbsp; &nbsp;Hidden in the shadows the light of the monitor’s flat screen dimmed, and the light in the lab splashing in front of the door, deepening the darkness.&nbsp; He knew that there was potential for being caught, especially by Dana, but that was part of the charge, the thrill of exercising his desire here and now, with such pretty and willing partner.&nbsp; Ed wondered what he would be able to talk her into, and shivered again in pleasurable anticipation.&nbsp; He replied to her message, smiling.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>When you know, you have only to ask.</strong></em></div><br>He could see her breath deep, revealing a little more skin, her breasts swelling above the fabric of her bra.&nbsp; Ed took a deep breath himself, taking control of his breathing, before he began to pant.&nbsp; He could not tell if her actions were full of sensuous guile, or if she was just plain erotic…but the combination of new circumstances and sensations were leaving him warm in the pit of his belly, and flush in his skin.&nbsp; His lips parted, as if to moan, as he imagined how her skin would feel against him, but he contained the sound, swallowed it deep, and leaned forward slightly to read her next message.&nbsp; The air felt electric as he read her question.&nbsp; Ed's reply was swift.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Where you are is just fine.&nbsp; Caress yourself.&nbsp; You know best where you like to be touched, but please, remove your bra.&nbsp; You may leave the shirt on, but open.<br></strong></em></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>20-12-2006, 20:12:35</strong>
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				Dana could feel the burning in her cheeks at the thought, but somehow getting these direct yet undemanding instructions was incredibly thrilling.&nbsp; Her whole body seemed to vibrate with nervous excitement and arousal.&nbsp; She stood up in front of the chair and let the shirt fall off down her arms onto the chair, then reached behind her to unfasten the bra.&nbsp; She held it there on her breasts for a moment, took another deep breath, and then tossed it over on top of her sweater.<br><br>She stood there for a moment, her breasts standing out so firm as only newly blossomed breasts can.&nbsp; Her aerolae were small and a delicate light pink on her pale skin, her nipples small but clearly hardened.&nbsp; Her frame was small and light, tapering to a narrow waist.&nbsp; The top of the swell of her hips were clear, if teasingly concealed by the loose pants as they descended into her bottom and thighs, though now that the pants were riding low on her hips it was clear she was fairly curvy there.<br><br>She bent over to type a quick message, a little smile on her face as much from nerves as anything.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><em>Do you like this?</em></strong></div><br>As soon as she hit send she slowly turned around in place.&nbsp; Her bare back had a beautiful smooth complexion, and below the little dimples in her back, her panties were pushed down just enough to show the parting of her bottom.<br><br>She felt like her heart would explode it was beating so hard.&nbsp; And if someone walked in, or if he really was recording this, she knew she would want to die of embarrassment.&nbsp; And somehow that made it even more thrilling, even more arousing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>20-12-2006, 21:06:38</strong>
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				It was all Ed could do to resist arriving at the end of his very personal ministrations.&nbsp; He took his hand away from himself, his knuckles going white as he gripped the arm of the chair, and his body strained to contain itself at the sight of Dana rising and doing just as she was told.&nbsp; Seeing her body had only pushed him further towards that sweet precipice, but he bore down, held himself back, his body shivering as he resisted with force of will what nature was very simply demanding.&nbsp; He took deep, silent breaths, recognizing the flush in her cheeks, and the way it made her seem to glow in his eyes.&nbsp; Her shirt and her bra slid away, and he trembled from holding back.<br><br>His eyes were everywhere at once; they took in the pert roundness of her breasts…slight and beautiful frame, with wonderfully curvy hips.&nbsp; The flush upon the peaks of her breasts, and he knew that her areolae would fit perfectly into his mouth, and that her taut nipples would be as sweet as candy.&nbsp; Edward had a distinct urge to simply have a taste of her, a scent, something tangible and real to hold onto.&nbsp; He gritted his teeth as his eyes raked over her delectable flesh, exhaling strongly through his nose.&nbsp; He delighted in her build, following the swell of her hips to where they ended, his eyes following her centerline back up to her face.&nbsp; Dana was gorgeous, made more so by being so unassuming.&nbsp; Ed wanted her, wanted her for his own, more badly and powerfully than even the seductive Professor he had been with as an UnderGrad.&nbsp; Shivering, he read her quick message.<br><br>He was about to reply, one hand gripping himself tightly, as he continued to keep contained, when he caught a slight motion.&nbsp; He looked up to watch her turn in place, and his lips parted, a soundless <em>Ooh</em> forming upon them.&nbsp; Ed adored the line of her back, the dimples and depression at the small of it, and the swell of her bottom.&nbsp; He noticed the hint of the split of her bottom, a new kind of cleavage hidden from his eyes yet again.&nbsp; Ed murmured her name, quietly, the sound coming out with the next couple of breaths.&nbsp; He pulled his hand away, and squeezed his hands into fists, holding back the moan he wanted to loose, the groan that rumbled softly in his chest.<br><br>It took Edward a moment to feel certain that he would not come to end, but once he was sure, he typed out his answer, and sent it to his...lover?<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>Yes.&nbsp; God, Yes.&nbsp; Very much.&nbsp; You ARE beautiful.&nbsp; It’s almost enough to just let you stand there like that…almost.&nbsp; Touch your breasts…excite yourself.<br></strong></em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>20-12-2006, 21:30:27</strong>
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				Dana ran her hands up over her breasts as they rose and fell with her excited breathing.&nbsp; Her fingers danced over her nipples, soft and teasing herself.&nbsp; Oh, she felt as if she might just come as she stood there out of the excitement of the moment and the sensations on her own breasts.&nbsp; Her knees felt a little weak just at the thought.<br><br>She slid her right hand down her belly's slight outward curve and down under the waistband of her panties and her jeans.&nbsp; As her fingers slid through her already damp pubes a shiver went through her, and as soon as she started to trace her own lips she had to close her eyes.&nbsp; She moaned then, not holding herself back.&nbsp; As her fingers started to circle her own clit her knees buckled for a moment, and her other hand had to swiftly release her breast and brace herself on the front of the computer table.&nbsp; She stood there, slightly hunched forward, her breasts only subtly changing shape, one hand one the table and the other down her pants.&nbsp; Her body shook and she slid her fingers over herself.&nbsp; Maybe it was the earlier orgasm, maybe it was the feeling of being watched, whatever it was her orgasm came powerfully and quickly, though she would have been hard pressed to describe the passage of time in that moment.&nbsp; Her moan was almost a growl, and exultation, her hips rocking involuntarily as it came through her.<br><br>She had to sit down, sliding into the chair but not stopping, her hand returning to play with her breasts as her hips bucked into her fingers with the aftershocks and waves of it.&nbsp; The heat and the passion brought a sheen of perspiration over her skin, making it glow in the low light.<br><br>Finally, after what seemed a long time, she opened her eyes.&nbsp; She pushed her glasses back up on her eyes so she could see again and gave a content, languid smile at her screen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>20-12-2006, 22:37:08</strong>
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				Ed could hardly believe what was happening, or what he was seeing.&nbsp; His fingers flexed, and again, he was stroking his turgidity, shivering, his denial having made his manhood very sensitive.&nbsp; If he brought himself to that edge again, he doubted that he would be able to stop it, so his fingers moved slowly, gently, teasing his flesh, especially the swollen end.&nbsp; He licked his lips as Dana teased her own nipples, and he felt his tightening in response.&nbsp; Ed moaned very softly, forced to release some small sound, for fear that it would burst out even louder if he tried to stop it.&nbsp; He hoped the hum and buzz of the PCs and the lights would hide it completely.&nbsp; He felt certain he would be caught; his gaze weighed heavily on Dana’s skin, on her every curve, and took in every gesture.<br><br>Far too focused on Dana to realize that she had not written back for more instructions, he bit his lip as her hand slid over her belly, and under the waistband of her white cotton panties.&nbsp; He fingers were hidden by her jeans, but he knew where they were, what they touched.&nbsp; Ed inhaled deeply, as if he could catch the scent of her dew-moistened mound from where he sat.&nbsp; He watched her hand’s slight motions, and Dana’s lovely face, as he eyes closed.&nbsp; Her moan was like a bolt of lightning, and he straightened in his chair, slowly rising to his feet without thought or plan.&nbsp; He stifled a groan in his chest, and noticed a pearlescent drop of fluid slowly growing at the tip of his member.&nbsp; Ed saw her knees weaken, saw her catch herself, her breasts barely hanging, remaining pert and perky and delightfully squeezable.&nbsp; The drop became pendulous, and as he watched her caressing herself, either slipping her finger within, or massage her hidden pearl, Ed could not be sure which, he took that drop, and used the nearly clear liquid to lubricate himself, the ring of his fingers sliding a little more easily over his readiness.&nbsp; Dana’s body shook, and without realizing it, his hips were moving in time to the motions of her hidden hand, as if he were making love to her from where he was hidden.&nbsp; He imagined himself sliding in and out of her, gently massaging her breasts, as he made slow love to her upon the Editor’s desk.&nbsp; He felt the pressure build, moaning softly again, and he knew that it was too much, and too late to think about stopping.&nbsp; Ed grabbed the waste basket with its plaster liner, thankfully empty, and placed it on the desk, on its side.&nbsp; His eyes never left Dana.&nbsp; Her call, her ululating moan and growl pushed him over the edge, and as his hand teased the ridge of his sex, he knew that stroke was his last.&nbsp; Edward bit his lip, and his hips bucked forward hard as he arrived.&nbsp; He groaned and growled, held behind clenched teeth, and he felt like he exploded, and later would be thankful for the waste basket that he had placed in the line of fire.&nbsp; Edward emptied himself into it, finding that his earlier denials had conspired to make this one release intense enough to weaken his legs, and like Dana, he used a hand for support.<br><br>Ed’s vision blurred for a moment, and he realized that he was perspiring slightly.&nbsp; He watched Dana sit down, breathing heavily, and as silently as possibly.&nbsp; He moaned again, softly, as he watched her caress her breasts, and continue to pass her fingers over her sex.&nbsp; If there was anything more erotic than what he had witness, then he needed to go see that too, because at the moment, he felt like the luckiest voyeur in the world.&nbsp; The thought made him smile slightly, as he watched his distant lover glow in the light, basking as if they were lit only for her.<br><br>He could see her smiling at the screen, and that reminded him she was likely waiting for him to respond.&nbsp; Ed looked at his hand, and open a drawer with his other.&nbsp; He found a small square pack of tissue, and with his unoccupied hand, typed out a message, both his breathing and his shivers of ecstasy slowing the completion and delivery of the message.&nbsp; After hitting the ENTER key, he leaned back in his chair, doing his best to clean himself and his hands.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>That was amazing.&nbsp; You’re so beautiful…even now.&nbsp; Most beautiful creature I have ever seen.&nbsp; That was --&nbsp; perfect.<br><br></strong></em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>20-12-2006, 23:05:51</strong>
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				Dana leaned forward to the screen, still feeling like she was floating in her own glow.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>That was amazing for me too.</strong></em></div><br>That sounded so lame, but it was true.&nbsp; She wanted to say more, but didn't want to ruin it either.&nbsp; Part of her didn't even want to know who was on the other side.&nbsp; She leaned back into the chair.<br><br>Then a sudden knocking sound came from the radiator, and for a moment Dana thought the door to the lab was opening, her head twisting fast to look at it.&nbsp; Her face showed panic.&nbsp; God, what if a janitor walked in?&nbsp; What if a professor walked in?&nbsp; Would she be suspended, expelled?&nbsp; Her arousal and need satisfied, now her nervous, shy, fearful side took over.&nbsp; She typed rapidly as she clicked shut the page layout program.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>I've got to go.</strong></em></div><br>She pulled on the shirt, buttoned two buttons to keep it closed on her, and quickly pulled her sweater on over it.&nbsp; She grabbed her coat.&nbsp; Ed could see now, there was fear in her face, her brief moment of confidence and sexually wiped away.&nbsp; Her mouth was dry and there were tears welling in her eyes she was so scared.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>I want to do this again.&nbsp; Not Here.&nbsp; Please please don't tell anyone.&nbsp; djmoore@cornell.edu.</strong></em></div><br>She hit the logout command and literally ran for the door, not even pulling on her coat until she was outside.<br><br>Fallen under the chair and forgotten, Ed could see her bra lying in a crumple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>23-12-2006, 04:06:11</strong>
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				Edward was still cleaning up when he saw Dana lean forward to read the screen.&nbsp; He smiled at what she typed in return, and took a moment for himself before answering.&nbsp; He was trying to catch his breath without being loud, and he was still enjoying some minor aftershocks that shivered through him.&nbsp; This was not the first time Ed had achieved a real climax, but he had never felt so satisfied by his own hand.&nbsp; The difference, of course, was Dana…but it was more than just seeing a ripe body, and a sensual woman.&nbsp; Ed heard the sound from the radiator, and froze, until he realized what it was.&nbsp; Then Dana sent him another message, and by the time he looked, she was rapidly putting on clothes, and gathering her things.&nbsp; He almost called out to stop her from going, but his words were cut off by the arrival of another message.&nbsp; The last made him smile, and he let her go, still smiling bemusedly when he heard the door to the lab click shut.<br><br>He made certain there was little easily found evidence of his work break, tying shut the plastic bag, putting in another from the bottom of the waste basket, and tossing the tied shut bag in the bottom, along with some scrap paper garbage on top.&nbsp; Ed got up to go and save Dana’s work, he doubted she had time to do so, the way she scooted out of there.&nbsp; He put his hand on the still warm seat, smiling again, and noticed the abandoned bra beneath it at the same time.&nbsp; Edward picked up the bra, and after looking around, he rather shyly held it close to his nose and inhaled, hoping to get a hint of Dana’s scent.&nbsp; He exhaled with a sigh,&nbsp; &nbsp;saved Dana’s work, closed down her station, and then returned to his own.&nbsp; Ed stuffed the bra into his back pocket, already pondering a way to take the next step with Dana.&nbsp; Proofreading was difficult to focus on, and he worked much later into the evening than he wanted, but the work was done, and he felt very good about how he had spent his time.<br><br>When he got home, he sat at his desk, powered on his PC, and sent Dana an e-mail, hoping that it would whet her appetite for things to come.&nbsp; Ed felt a rush in just sending the mail, and felt himself growing warm in the glow cast by the monitor.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>To:</strong></span> <strong><em>djmoore@cornell.edu</em></strong><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>From:</strong></span> <strong><em>purloined@gmail.com</em></strong><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Re:</strong></span> <strong>DJ’s Secret</strong><br><br><strong><em>Hello my Dearest DJ,<br><br>To say that I enjoyed our time together would be the height of understatement.&nbsp; For a time after your hasty departure, I <em>basked</em> in it.&nbsp; I imagined what your skin must feel like as it passed under my fingertips, the way your moans would make me shiver, and even, dare I say it, the <em>taste</em> of you.&nbsp; :: sigh ::<br><br>Your last message was all that made your exit easy to endure.&nbsp; I want us to do that again too.&nbsp; You left me shivering, and all but boneless.&nbsp; Never doubt that you are beautiful.&nbsp; Never.<br><br>I will contact you again with instructions on where and when we should “meet”.&nbsp; If this pleases you, you need only reply; Yes, to this mail, and I will do the rest.&nbsp; :)<br><br>Yours, In Lust,<br><br>Purloined </em></strong> :-*<br><br>Edward pulled the bra out, and placed on his desk beside his keyboard.&nbsp; He caressed it with his fingers for a time, rereading the text of his e-mail, and then finally decided that he should send it.&nbsp; With a click of his mouse, the note was on its way, and he would check for a reply in the morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>27-12-2006, 16:27:55</strong>
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				Dana trudged through the snow, baring paying much attention to where she was going while her mind raced on what had happened.&nbsp; It was thrilling and scary all at the same time.&nbsp; She kept replaying it in her mind while her body automatically traced the steps back to her dorm, which was just on the other side of the campus, in an older building near the library.&nbsp; It wasn't until she'd headed upstairs to her floor and unlocked the door to her room before she really started paying attention to her surroundings again.&nbsp; Her room was a small little single in the corner of the building, a tiny thing really.&nbsp; It barely had enough room for her bed, a small desk, and a closet.&nbsp; After her freshman year experience with roommates, she had done everything she could to get a single, though it was tough to convince her family that she really needed it and the slightly higher cost that came with it.&nbsp; Lawrence Hall was a great solution for her - set aside after a wave of concern about student partying, it was meant for those who were serious about their academics.&nbsp; While theoretically the majority of students were too young to drink, this dorm had a more strict charter against smoking, drinking, and partying.&nbsp; Thus it was the undesirable "Geek Dorm" to many students - only three stories tall with segregated all-male and all-female floors.<br><br>Dana shrugged off her coat and hung it behind her door, then turned and absentmindedly stared out her small, narrow window at a small patch of woods and the back of the Library.&nbsp; She reached up and lowered the shade over the window, and then stopped.&nbsp; As she had stretched, the combination of motion and slight draft of air filtered through her sweater and the loosely buttoned shirt, and she realized she wasn't wearing her bra.&nbsp; She stood petrified for a moment as she thought about her bra sitting there waiting to be found.&nbsp; She turned around, grabbed her coat, and headed back out the door.&nbsp; She could still go back, grab her bra, and get back here before anyone noticed.&nbsp; It's not like anyone would be in the Lab anyway, right?<br><br>Her fleet flew down the stairs.&nbsp; "What time do they close access to the lab, anyway?", she thought to herself.&nbsp; She vaguely remembered something when she got the swipecard about cut off hours for undergrad's cards.&nbsp; She was about to open the door from the stairway into the foyer when she looked through the glass window of the door and froze.&nbsp; In the half-lit little foyer she saw two figures leaning against the back of a couch.&nbsp; She immediately recognized the girl as being Reiko, a petite Japanese-looking girl from her floor.&nbsp; She was in the arms of a blond guy, their mouths locked in a passionate kiss.&nbsp; Dana held her breath, not wanting to open the door and startle them, and not wanting to stop watching either.&nbsp; Reiko was wearing a pleated skirt, something Dana hadn't notice her wear before.&nbsp; It was actually pretty short, and the blonde's hands stroked down over her small bottom and slipped underneath the the skirt.&nbsp; Reiko was smaller than Dana in every way, and usually was anonymous with her quiet demeanor, glasses, and demure look.&nbsp; To see her here, in a short black skirt, hair down, and in the arms of a guy was a surprise.&nbsp; The boy's hands stroke up her thighs, exposing her bottom and small black thong to Dana's view.&nbsp; Dana realized her heart was racing, and not just from coming down the stairs so fast - it was exciting to watch them.&nbsp; As they twisted and turned together, Dana recognized the boy from the European History class than they were all three in.&nbsp; He was also a quiet, studious type though he was more verbal in answering and asking questions in class - Brian she thought his name was.&nbsp; She noticed that both of their glasses were sitting on the edge of the couch, presumably removed so they wouldn't get in the way of their snogging.&nbsp; Dana raised on hand to her breast, to her hard aroused nipple, and toyed with it as she watched the two of them.&nbsp; Is this what her admirer had felt as he watched her?<br><br>After a few moment, Reiko disengaged herself from him.&nbsp; His hands trailed over her tiny waist and drifted towards her small chest before she slipped away, laughing, denying him that fondle.&nbsp; Dana couldn't hear what they were saying, but she realized as soon as they put on their glasses and looked this way that they'd see her, see her watching them.&nbsp; She backed up, and headed up the stairs.&nbsp; As she got to the third floor landing, she heard the two of them entering the stairwell.&nbsp; She tried to be quiet, swiping her card and slowly opening the door.<br><br>"Tomorrow night?" the boy said.&nbsp; "Mmm... yes, definitely yes", she heard Reiko say.&nbsp; And there was the sound of a kiss.&nbsp; "Goodnight".&nbsp; And the sound of Reiko's heels started up the stairs.&nbsp; Dana slipped through the door and dashed to her room.<br><br>She closed the door quietly, and leaned back against it.&nbsp; She never would have thought of Reiko wearing a skirt, much less a thong, much less getting felt up by a guy.&nbsp; She had nice legs, Dana thought absently.&nbsp; It was exciting to watch them, to imagine what they must be feeling - his hands on her thighs and bottom, the warmth of their bodies pressed together, lips on tender lips.&nbsp; Dana slid her hand over herself under the coat; she couldn't believe this - she felt like she wanted to get herself off again for the third time tonight.&nbsp; She took off the coat and took a deep breath.&nbsp; She'd leave her alarm on, get up early like it was a normal morning, and get over to the Lab long before anyone else would stir themselves on a Saturday morning and get her bra.&nbsp; The janitors had probably finished their rounds by 6 or 7 pm anyway, long before she went in there, so no one would find it.&nbsp; Even if someone did, no one would look at her and think it was hers.&nbsp; It could be anyone's.<br><br>She slowly took off her clothes and put them in her hamper, and slid on her comfy flannel pyjama pants and an old t-shirt.&nbsp; She slid into bed, and went to sleep thinking warm, pleasant thoughts about herself for the first time in a long time.<br><br>&nbsp;* * *<br><br>She rose with the alarm and got out of bed quickly.&nbsp; Stretching, she glanced at her laptop on her desk, and decided to log in before her shower.&nbsp; When she found the email from her admirer, her heart raced and her hands began to shake.&nbsp; It was like a reminder that the previous night hadn't just been a dream.&nbsp; She wanted to write something witty, but not stupid, and made several starts before simply sending an email back that said nothing but "Yes".&nbsp; A Gmail account.&nbsp; Anyone could make a Gmail account.&nbsp; Maybe she should make one, so she wouldn't have emails from him in her box when she was doing other things.&nbsp; It was a "him", wasn't it?&nbsp; The thought raced through her mind but then she discarded any other interpretation.<br><br>She shed her pyjamas, wrapped herself in a big white terrycloth bathrobe, picked up her little shower basket and a towel, and headed for the bathrooms still thinking about what she was getting into.&nbsp; As she expected, there was no one in there at 6am in the morning.&nbsp; Out of habit, she went to the last shower stall, the one across from the unused handicapped stall, and pulled the cheap plastic curtain closed as she started up the water.&nbsp; The water started cold and Dana jumped back, then suddenly realized she still had her glasses on from reading her email, so she tucked them into the pocket of the robe hanging on the hook outside the shower.&nbsp; She was in the middle of washing her hair when she thought she saw a shadow under the edge of the curtain and then heard another shower starting.&nbsp; She wondered who else would be up this early as she soaped herself down.&nbsp; She realized the sound of the shower was coming from the handicap stall, which was odd.&nbsp; Her curiosity got the better of her, and she knelt down and peeked under the curtain and the stall edge to see if that was really what it was.&nbsp; Sure enough, she should see two little feet across the aisle.&nbsp; The other girl moved, and Dana could hear the squeek as she lowered the fold-out bench from the wall down, and then her feet disappeared.&nbsp; Dana stood and inched over to her curtain, peeking through the gap between the curtain and the side of the stall.&nbsp; The other curtain was only roughly closed, and Dana could see into the other shower - it was Reiko.<br><br>The little Japanese girl was sitting on the bench, her black hair wetly streaming down onto her shoulders and reaching towards her small, pert breasts.&nbsp; She was sitting with legs spread wide open, and to Dana's amazement it looked like she was lathering up between her legs.&nbsp; As Reiko bent away from Dana to pick up a small razor, Dana slid one hand out and pulled her glasses from her robe and put them on, staring in fascination.&nbsp; Reiko intently and carefully worked the razor over herself, smoothly shaving away stubble with practiced strokes.&nbsp; Dana was amazed, both at how Reiko was not what she expected and at the eroticism she felt in watching the scene.&nbsp; She felt safe in her voyeurism both from hiding behind the curtain and since Reiko wasn't wearing her own glasses.&nbsp; Reiko finished, and got out a bit of some kind of lotion, which she began rubbing over herself.&nbsp; She rolled her head back in a relaxed motion, and closed her eyes and her hand got more and more rapid in its motions over her sex.&nbsp; Her little chest rose and fell and Dana found herself getting more and more aroused as she realized what Reiko was doing.&nbsp; Dana took a step back, running one hand over her dark wet curls, and accidentally kicked her shower basket which fell over with a loud sound. Dana jumped, and gathered it up, pulling her towel around her and shutting off the water.&nbsp; Just like the previous night, now she felt the need to get out of there.&nbsp; She didn't want to come face to face with Reiko here and now, and darted out hoping that Reiko wouldn't know who it was who had been showering across from her.&nbsp; She didn't finish drying off until she was safe back in her room, then quickly pulled on clothes, grabbed her bookbag, and headed out.<br><br>A poptart from the cafeteria in hand, she trudged back across the snow and the quiet campus towards the Lab, hoping she could recover her bra, catch up on the work she had abandoned, and then disappear again before anyone even came in.&nbsp; But her mind kept being distracted by wondering when she'd get another email, who her admirer was, and what she had seen of the seemingly demure Reiko.&nbsp; It was like a window had been opened into another world for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>27-12-2006, 22:40:10</strong>
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				Edward had gone home after his work was done, and sent his e-mail on to Dana.&nbsp; He had gone to bed, but had not fallen asleep right away.&nbsp; Instead, he remained awake for some time, staring at the ceiling, feeling a mixture of excitement and arousal.&nbsp; He was breaking new ground in his experience, and he thought if other writers had felt the same after some daring escapade.&nbsp; Did Lord Byron feel like this?&nbsp; Did the Marquis?&nbsp; He felt as if he were on the cusp of something, and yet could not quite say what that something was.&nbsp; Oddly, it was the not knowing that was part of the thrill of it all.&nbsp; Ed considered how things should begin, he was worried about pushing Dana too far, too soon, and having it all come to screeching and disappointing halt.&nbsp; He would have to be careful.<br><br>He tossed and turned for next hour, and then a slow smile crept over his face, and he finally fell asleep.<br><br><hr><br>Edward all but bounced out of bed in the morning.&nbsp; His dreams had turned erotic half way through the night, and the memories of Dana were still very fresh in his mind.&nbsp; He got into his shower, with every intention of satisfying a lingering need, when he heard a knock on his door, and the surprisingly a moment after that, the sound of the door opening as he crossed the room naked, having intended to get into the shower.&nbsp; Ed cursed, he’d forgotten to lock his door when he came in last night, he’d been in too much of a hurry to send that e-mail.&nbsp; The door opened, and there stood Sarah…a rather gifted painter from one of his classes, and sometimes his Girl Friday…or Monday or Tuesday.&nbsp; She smiled at him as she entered, looking him over with her eyebrows rising when she noticed his physical state.&nbsp; She was a pretty young woman, a couple of years behind Ed, with deep black hair, pale skin, and a curvy body whose lines he had enjoyed sketching.<br><br>“Have I come at a bad time or a good time?”&nbsp; She inquired archly.<br><br>Edward shrugged, though his manhood betrayed his nonchalance by standing at attention and all but waving Sarah closer.&nbsp; She smiled and moved closer, and Ed found that his feelings were mixed, despite the fact that he felt like the hook upon which a very amorous worm wiggled.&nbsp; His misgivings melted away at Sarah’s soft hand folded around his readiness, and perhaps to her surprise, she became the benefactor of his lingering desire.&nbsp; He kissed her then, pulling her close, his tongue seeking hers as her mouth yielded to him.&nbsp; She moaned softly, caressing Ed’s shaft, as she began to hastily remove pieces of her own clothing.&nbsp; Ed all but tore clothes from her body; a few buttons in her shirt were sacrificed to his surprising need.&nbsp; Her black lace bra was expertly removed, his hands having slid under the cups to knead her full breasts, rendering her nipples so taut, that together with her areola, they stood out like small pink top-hats.&nbsp; Only then did he undo the front clasp, and let the lace fall away.&nbsp; She dropped to her knees then, and for a moment, Ed wondered if she had remembered to lock the door behind her, but the thought was lost when her mouth found the tip of his member, and after a deceptively tentative lick, the lips slid over his turgidity, her nose brushing skin and soft downy hair.&nbsp; Edward groaned, and his hands instinctively slipping into Sarah’s hair.&nbsp; She was so focused on him, that when he moved slightly, she moved with him.&nbsp; She smiled around his tool, her eyes finding his, and soon it became a game…he would move, she would take him in deep, he would move back, and she would move forward.&nbsp; It went on like that until they had nearly reached his bed, at which point, he pulled her to her feet, and all but tossed her onto his bed.<br><br>&nbsp;Ed did not quite make the mistake of calling Dana’s name, no matter how much his imagination got a hold of him, but he had asked Sarah to touch herself when she straddled him at one point, giving her precise instructions how to do so…mimicking what Dana had done earlier, though this time, he had did not have the need to pleasure himself.&nbsp; Sarah’s body was well suited to erotic fantasies, and while she was surprised at this new side of Ed, she was already too strongly held by her own passions to think about it too much.&nbsp; It was a beautiful sight; Sarah throwing her head back, her dark hair spraying perspiration into a rainbow over his bed, her body arched as one of her hands squeezed her breast, and rubbed her nipple, while the other rubbed her own pearl, all while riding Ed with hedonistic abandon.&nbsp; Ed held her by the hips, and arched up into her, and basically held on, breathlessly encouraging her to continue touching herself.&nbsp; Her own self-stimulation caused her channel to tighten, and Ed to gasp from the pleasure of it.<br><br>Once again, Ed came to his end, powerfully, and Sarah reaped the reward, climaxing before he did, the erotic charge of his hungry and dominant behavior having excited her all the more.&nbsp; It was nearly an hour after her surprise arrival, and she had been given little time to say more than a few pleasure filled words.&nbsp; She was either kissing Ed’s lips or skin, or something further down.&nbsp; Now she rolled over to him, and arm slithering around him as she sighed deeply.<br><br>“Damn, Ed…where’d all that come from?”&nbsp; She moved against his leg, once again thankful for regular testing and the pill.<br><br>He lay beside Sarah savoring the irony of what had just occurred.&nbsp; Ed had enjoyed himself, there was no doubting that, but his mind had been on Dana, even as Sarah’s fingernails scratched down his chest.&nbsp; And despite the wonderful release, he was feeling oddly unsatisfied.&nbsp; Something had been missing, but again, he could not put his finger on it.&nbsp; Sarah had proven pliant, so it was not that.&nbsp; He had surprised her with instructions, but she had complied with every one…he should have enjoyed that more than he had.&nbsp; He wondered now if it was Dana’s comparative innocence he found so intoxicating, he inexperience, her blossoming quality.&nbsp; Sarah was blossomed already, beautiful and confident, and understood very well that she could make foolish young men do what she asked simply by batting her eyes or feigning weakness or flashing them a bit of cleavage.&nbsp; Dana, by contrast, was discovering her sexual animal, and that was definitely part of the thrill.&nbsp; Just thinking about began to get him ready all over again.<br><br>He finally turned to Sarah, and smiled, “Oh, well, I read something…got my motor running…”<br><br>“What?&nbsp; And when will you be reading it again?”&nbsp; She grinned at him, and reached out to slowly slide her hand over his still slick manhood.&nbsp; “Goodness, I don’t think I can go another round like that one Ed, I have class soon…but if you…”<br><br>Ed shook his head, and gently pushed her hand off of him.&nbsp; “No, once is enough for now.”&nbsp; He leaned over and gave her a kiss, and then rolled out of bed.&nbsp; “So what was the original reason you came by?”&nbsp; Edward pulled her to her feet, and slipped an arm around her as they walked to his shower.<br><br>“Oh, I wanted to see if I could get a copy of that sketch you did…I am going to use it as a basis for a painting, but I need to get it over to graphic design so I can blow it up a bit, and paint over it.” Sarah explained, slapping his bottom, before gripping as they walked.<br><br>“Ah, okay…that’s easy enough, I have it on file, I’ll e-mail it to you tonight.”<br><br>The shower consisted of small talk, and talk about their work.&nbsp; It was almost curiously business-like and friendly after the tryst they had just experienced.&nbsp; He washed her, she washed him, and he even helped her dry off and get dressed, because he didn’t want her to be late for class.&nbsp; Ed felt a small pang of guilt that he had not gleaned as much enjoyment from the meeting, as she did.&nbsp; She had tried to get things going in the shower as well, but he had gently reminded her of class, and claimed that he had an interview.&nbsp; Edward didn’t like making up an excuse, but it was better than hurting her feelings.<br><br>He saw Sarah off with a kiss, before he finished dressing himself, grabbed his messenger’s bag, and headed out the door.&nbsp; His boots crunched in the snow, as he made his way towards campus and breakfast.&nbsp; Ed had the perfect idea for Dana, but he would need to take a ride into town and to the mall.&nbsp; He was certain that Dana would be his doorway into a whole new world, the kind he’d only read or written about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>27-12-2006, 23:19:50</strong>
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				Dana slipped into the lab, and gladly found that she was the first one there.&nbsp; But no matter how she looked around the lab or retraced her steps into the hallway, she couldn't find her bra.&nbsp; She even glance in some of the offices in case someone moved it to a grad student or professor's desk as a joke.&nbsp; Nothing.<br><br>She heard voices outside the Lab, and abandoned her search to rush back to her computer and act like she was setting up for work.&nbsp; Two students entered, chatting, a guy and girl.&nbsp; They didn't even give Dana a glance, which was normal.&nbsp; She was certainly back in her normal anonymous clothes: jeans, a pullover long-sleeve shirt and a sweatshirt, her hair pulled back in a way that looked a bit too severe.&nbsp; By contrast, both of them wore fashionable clothes, the girl's coat open to show a tight shirt that enhanced her otherwise average chest, her jeans tight around her long legs.&nbsp; The guy's spiky hair was artistically disheveled, a look that probably took 15 minutes of careful shaping and gel, and his jeans were also formed around his tight bottom.&nbsp; They headed over to a different cluster of computers, talking about some party the night before.<br><br>Dana turned her head to her work.&nbsp; She had left so much undone after rushing from the lab.&nbsp; She put on her iPod and concentrated on her layouts.&nbsp; With a bit of a beating heart she quickly finished up the layout for the erotic piece, trying to keep her mind from wandering back to the previous night as she did so, and then moved on to more boring and less distracting stories and poems that needed editing and presentation work.&nbsp; She ignored the other sounds of people coming in, though whenever she finished a piece she checked over to her school email to see if she had anything new in reply.&nbsp; "DJ" he had called her.&nbsp; Maybe she should make a anonymous account for these emails.&nbsp; The idea of secrecy was very exciting, covert, like sneaking out with her boyfriend when she was in highschool.&nbsp; "DJ".&nbsp; "DJ What?" she thought.&nbsp; If she was going to have a secret alter-ego, what would it be?&nbsp; Her mind vaguely put that in her mind as she kept at her work, happy in her own little fantasy of what might be.&nbsp; She worked for a couple hours, leaving her computer only to head to the ladies room, and not paying much attention to anyone else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>28-12-2006, 06:28:51</strong>
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				Ed was walking over the snow covered sidewalk with a bemused smile on his face as he thought about the day ahead.&nbsp; He would need to get to the mall at some point to further his plans.&nbsp; It was a crisp winter morning, the sky was a clear blue, and the sun made the white snow shimmer and shine.&nbsp; He loved winter in Ithaca, he could think of few places better to be an Art Major.&nbsp; Edward had seen beautiful photos of the countryside for entrance into various school publications, had hiked trails into the woods, to see the closest thing to untouched wilderness he had seen thus far in his life.&nbsp; He had sketched a deer heard from a hunting stand in a tree, and captured a red fox on film, which her used as a basis for a series of images he actually sold to Field and Stream.<br><br>He had just about made it to campus proper when he heard the honk of a car horn, and the sound of tires squeaking as the brakes brought the vehicle to a halt.&nbsp; Edward turned to see the familiar blue Jeep of Amy Allen, another Grad Student in the Architect program.&nbsp; She waved him over, and he jogged across the street to lean into the passenger window she had lowered for him.&nbsp; Amy was a cute brown-haired girl, with artfully upswept hair, and a look that he could only call ‘naughty librarian’, down to the horn-rimmed glasses she managed to make look stylish, and business-like outfits that managed to somehow be sexy, without revealing an inch of skin.&nbsp; Sarah was a classic beauty, the stuff of co-ed dreams, with wonderful lines and curves…Amy reminded him of Botticelli’s Venus.<br><br>Amy grinned at him, “I’m headed to the Mall, but I can give you a lift…they haven’t plowed part of campus…so you’ll be up to your hips in drifts soon.”<br><br>He smiled in return, remembering orientation day, his first day at Cornell, and Amy’s as well.&nbsp; “You know what, I’ll go with you, if that’s cool…I’ve got something to pick up.”<br><br>“Sure!&nbsp; I could use the company…been studying and drafting for three days, I need to depressurize.&nbsp; Get in.”&nbsp; Amy hit a button, and popped the lock on Edward’s side.&nbsp; Once the door closed, she was on her way, trusting Edward to find his way into a seat belt.<br><br>Ed laughed and after tossing his bag in the back, belted himself in, and grabbed the ‘oh shit’ handle as Amy tore off down the road, all four wheels spinning a second before grabbing asphalt.&nbsp; “Take it easy!&nbsp; The mall isn’t trying to run away, I promise you!”<br><br>Amy just laughed and began to jabber about her classes, the crappy assignment she had to complete over the weekend, and amazingly, the last boy she bedded.&nbsp; Ed listened as he always did, gave his opinion here and there, and offered to help her with some sketches to round out a presentation she had to make.&nbsp; It was the same every year, and every time they met, not the same words, but the same easy friendship they’d struck up from day one.&nbsp; Edward laughed all the way to the Mall it seemed, and while he told Amy about his morning with Sarah, he kept Dana to himself…that was his secret, his and Dana’s.<br><br>Once at the Mall, Edward begged off going into the bookstore, and made his way into Victoria’s Secret.&nbsp; He bought a Gift Card, smiling at the woman behind the counter as he did so, and wincing inside at the money he put into it.&nbsp; Ed believed it would be more than worth it.&nbsp; He pocketed the card, and went in search of Amy, who, of course, was no longer in the bookstore.&nbsp; It was something of a given that any trip to the Mall with Amy would end in him hunting high and low for her, before they made it back to campus.&nbsp; It was, he supposed, part of her quirky charm.&nbsp; Edward rolled his eyes, stopped at Starbucks, and the hunt began.<br><br><hr><br>Edward made it to the Lab in one piece, after an hour long search for Amy.&nbsp; He could have shortened that time, but he ran afoul of the art supply store, and lost at least forty minutes browsing the shelves and the displays.&nbsp; He was further distracted by the useless, yet undeniably cool, stuff at the Sharper Image store.&nbsp; In truth, it was Amy who found him in the Shiatsu massage chair.&nbsp; He was smiling when he came through the door, and said a few hellos to the other students by the door.&nbsp; Ed noticed Dana, of course, but pretended he did not.&nbsp; He walked past the work stations, and into the Editor’s Office, doing his best to look like he had some work to do.&nbsp; He looked in on Dana now and then, hoping she would get up to look at a print out or talk to someone, so he could deliver the next step in their little adventure.&nbsp; Finally, she got up, and walked out of the Journalism Lab.<br><br>He stood in the door of the office for a moment, and quietly walked over to the workstations.&nbsp; He made a show of checking first one, and then another, and then slipped the gift card, which also had a note, both of which were pinned to the bra he had left behind, into her bag.&nbsp; He left the red gift card envelope peeking out, hoping it would catch Dana’s eye.&nbsp; Then, trying not to hurry, Ed went back into the Editor’s Office, and left the door open, waiting to see her reaction, once she discovered the surprise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>28-12-2006, 14:37:39</strong>
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				Eventually, Dana's stomach began to protest that one poptart did not make a breakfast.&nbsp; She leaned back and stretched, a gesture sure to catch Ed's eye, and even the sweatshirt couldn't disguise a hint of her figure.&nbsp; She started to grab her bag, and suddenly noticed the red envelope.&nbsp; With an intake of breath, she darted a look about the cluster of computers, but no one seemed to be paying attention to her or her bag.&nbsp; She slowly lifted the envelope out, then noticed what it was attached to - her bra!&nbsp; She unpinned the bra and stuffed it deep into her bag, a blush rising on her face.&nbsp; She noticed the brand logo on the envelope, and slowly, curiously, and quietly opened the envelope and read the note inside...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>28-12-2006, 16:45:49</strong>
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				Edward was back at his desk when Dana returned.&nbsp; He had, of course, noticed her return, he was watching for it, and managed to observe her while appearing to look a the sample layouts on his desk.&nbsp; When she leaned back and stretched, he very nearly sighed, recalling what that same motion might look like if she were not wearing any clothes at all.&nbsp; Ed’s desire stirred, growing in his belly, the warmth of it lending a slight flush to his skin.<br><br><em>When is she going to see the – </em>&nbsp; Just as his patience was beginning to falter, he could tell that the envelope finally caught Dana’s eye.&nbsp; He smiled slightly, trying to keep the expression hidden by covering his mouth, and looking thoughtful.&nbsp; Edward surreptitiously watched his playmate, his eyes sweeping over her form, and studying her face and eyes, as she read the note he had left her.<br><br><em>For My Goddess,<br><br>As lovely as this intimate article was to have and to hold and to take your sweet scent from, I felt it would be best to return it with this note.&nbsp; In this way, will you know that it is, indeed, sent from your secret, if anonymous, Lover.&nbsp; And I am that, my Belle Dame, my beauteous flower, my Moon, my Goddess.&nbsp; I long to see you once again, to watch you under soft lights, writhing in ecstasy, your perspiration lending you a soft glow that calls to me like a flame calls to a moth.&nbsp; You try to hide your beauty, and your stunning sensuality, but you cannot hide it from me.&nbsp; I see it in every breath…I see it when you stretch and move…I see it when you gently bite the end of your pen in thought…I see it in my dreams, and I ache.<br><br>It seemed to me, Sweet DJ, that as wondrous as your breasts appeared, when spilling over the top of the scrap of cloth that I have returned you, that is did not fit well.&nbsp; Your breasts are too firm, too pert, too…perfect for such common cloth to cover them.&nbsp; I have sent a gift with this note, and I wish you to make use of it, though I leave the choice of selection to your own sense of color and style.&nbsp; I want you to do so today.&nbsp; You will also borrow the digital video-camera from your Publishing Lab, and find a way to take pictures of yourself wearing your gifts, and e-mail them to me before tomorrow.<br><br>Tomorrow, I want you to wear one of your selections with your normal clothes, and you will doubtless feel as sensual as I know you are.&nbsp; You will be as I see you, while the ignorant masses see only what you allow them to see.&nbsp; But bear in mind, whatever you choose, they are for my eyes alone.&nbsp; I will be waiting for the e-mail, and then we will find place where you can play, and I…can watch…and worship.<br><br>Yours, In Desire,<br><br>Purloined&nbsp; xxx ooo</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>28-12-2006, 18:26:19</strong>
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				Dana felt her face grow hot as she read it.&nbsp; Part of her mind turned up its nose at the flowery, effusive language, but her heart ate it up.&nbsp; One hand rose to cover her mouth as she read it, and then read it again.&nbsp; Looking around her, she quickly folded it up and stuffed it in her bag, zipping it closed.&nbsp; She stood up, her mind racing, and then after a brief pause headed for the other end of the Lab.<br><br>She asked a bored looking workstudy about signing out a video camera and was handed a form to fill out.&nbsp; She briefly described a fictional idea about filming the elegance of the soft snow on the campus, penned her student id number and signature to it, and soon had a heavily used case with one of the older cameras.&nbsp; She noticed at the bottom of the form that while creative projects were encouraged, students may be asked to describe their project experience to the professor or one of the grad students at the lab.&nbsp; She checked the little box next to Edward Poe's name, figuring that since she knew him that she'd have the best chance if she had to explain something later.&nbsp; She felt terribly nervous, but the student at the counter was far more interested in his IMs and watching a group of more attractive girls wearing less clothing at another table.<br><br>Dana tucked the camera in her bag and headed out.&nbsp; How would she get to the nearest Victoria's Secret to buy something by tonight?&nbsp; There was one at the mall, she knew from hearing other girls talking.&nbsp; She ducked into the cafeteria to quell her empty stomach as she thought.&nbsp; Sitting alone, she watched out the big glass windows onto the quad.&nbsp; She sat up straight as a big bus pulled up - the shuttle bus!&nbsp; She thought she'd heard that it made a stop at the North Campus apartments less than a mile from the mall.&nbsp; She rushed from the cafeteria, bookbag flying, and ducked onto the bus just as the driver was getting ready to close the doors.&nbsp; She slipped into the seat behind the driver, an older black woman, while other students chattered behind her.<br><br>"Excuse me...", she began tentatively.<br>"Yes hon?", the driver looked up in her mirror and made eye contact with the shy girl behind her.<br>"This bus goes up to North Campus, right?"<br>"Yep, that's the third stop out from here."<br>"That's near the mall, right?"<br>"It's not far, just down Westwood Avenue a few blocks and you'll see the parking lot.&nbsp; I'm sure some of the other girls behind you are heading there too." the older woman smiled<br>"Thanks" Dana leaned back as the bus bumped along.<br>"Just make sure you get back to campus by six.&nbsp; That's the last round for a Saturday."<br>Dana nodded and glanced at her watch.&nbsp; 1:15pm.&nbsp; Plenty of time.<br><br>Dana watched offices and shops go by, then back to residential, then to the little nook that the university had been able to buy to fill its ever expanding need for student housing.&nbsp; North Campus was mostly for grad-students, some visiting professors, and a special global exchange program.&nbsp; It was quickly clear to Dana which people on the bus were heading to their homes, and which ones to the mall.&nbsp; The ones with laptops open or their noses in books belonged to one category, and a cluster of undergrad girls and a few of their boyfriends fit the others.&nbsp; Dana filtered out of the bus behind, the others, gave the driver a smile, and slowly followed her fellow mall-goers, letting them take a wide lead so she wouldn't have to uncomfortably walk amongst them.<br><br>The mall was quiet compared to the chaos of the last time she had been in a mall, back at home doing last-minute holiday shopping.&nbsp; She wandered briefly before spotting the Victoria's Secret.&nbsp; She took a deep breath, and walked in....<br><br>(OOC: I have to stop this post here for time reasons, so Corwin you can post more for Ed if you want to, or just wait for me to get time to come back.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>28-12-2006, 21:14:55</strong>
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				"Hi, welcome, please let me know if I can help you."<br><br>No sooner had Dana crossed the threshold of the store, her eyes wandering over all of the bras, robes, and fancier lingerie than she was greeted by a woman straightening slips and robes on their hanged.&nbsp; The woman gave Dana a friendly smile.&nbsp; She looked to be in her early thirties, a bit taller than Dana (or was it the heels?) and looking trim but curvy in black slacks and blouse.&nbsp; Dana wandered over, her cheeks already feeling a little flush.<br><br>"Hi.&nbsp; I, uhh, have a gift card, but I think I don't really know what my size is anymore."&nbsp; Dana glanced over at the woman's badge, which read "Michelle", then smiled hesitantly.<br><br>"Oh we can take care of that.&nbsp; You ought to get remeasured every once in a while anyway.&nbsp; Come on over to the dressing room.&nbsp; I'm Michelle, by the way."&nbsp; Her eyes swept over Dana as if measuring her already, in a friendly but detached way.&nbsp; Michele led her past more racks of lingerie, past two high school girls giggling over a pink-bowed display of thongs, and to the corner nook where louvred wood doors were framed by mirrors.<br><br>"Umm.&nbsp; Do I need to take off my clothes?" Dana asked quietly, embarrassed as soon as she said it.&nbsp; But Michele's voice was friendly and reassuring.<br>"Well, that sweatshirt looks too thick to get a good measurement on - if you have a shirt on underneath then we can do that.&nbsp; If the bra you're wearing fits okay, and isn't crushing you, that is.&nbsp; Or you can slip off your bra under your shirt and I'll measure you like that.&nbsp; If you'd feel more comfortable, we could step into the large dressing room."<br><br>Dana nodded, and allowed herself to be led into a dressing room.&nbsp; A full-length mirror nearly covered the narrower wall.&nbsp; Dana set herbookbag down, and pulled off her sweatshirt as she faced the mirror.&nbsp; In the reflection, Michelle stood patiently, a cloth measuring tape in her hands waiting.&nbsp; Dana looked her in the eyes, and took a deep breath.&nbsp; Dana pulled the shirt off, for a brief moment feeling like she was taking off her clothes in the lab again.&nbsp; Michele was watching her with friendly, warm eyes, without the feel of tension or desire, but even so Dana liked it.&nbsp; She tried to straighten the bra, which had ridden up so that the bottom curve of her breast peeked out.<br><br>"Yes, that's definitely too small for you.&nbsp; Just hold still."&nbsp; Michele's hand touched lightly on Dana's shoulder, then elbow, and the tape stretched around her.&nbsp; Michele's hands felt warm as they brushed and touched her, and the little metal tip of the measuring tape felt cold.&nbsp; "Okay, I'm going to unclasp the bra to measure the fullness of your breasts, but we can leave it covering them."&nbsp; Dana felt Michele unhook the bra, and the cups sagged ever so slightly forward as the tension was released.&nbsp; As Michele circled the tape around again, Dana felt it lightly press against tightening nipples.&nbsp; "Mmmm hmmm" Michele said from behind her.&nbsp; "You'll probably want a 34B or a 32C depending on the bra.&nbsp; If it's more full-coverage you'll probably want the C, if you want to show a little more than a 34B."<br><br>Dana looked into the mirror as she stood there, almost topless, the bra barely covering her breasts and Michele looking over her shoulder.<br><br>"I'm kind of looking for something for a special occasion.&nbsp; I don't really have any nice bras.&nbsp; Or panties."<br>Michele smiled.&nbsp; She'd seen this before, though usually with younger girls.&nbsp; "Do you know what kind you'd like?"<br>"No.&nbsp; I guess I want something that makes me look good - bigger maybe."<br>Michele tilted her head slightly to one side.&nbsp; "Would you mind if I suggested something?"<br>"No.&nbsp; Please.&nbsp; I mean, yes, I would like suggestions"<br>"You have a very pretty body, its just that your clothes don't show it, and that bra certainly doesn't either.&nbsp; I think I know some underthings that might look good for you, but they'll be lost under those clothes.&nbsp; We don't carry the clothing line in the store, but I think there is a return that was brought in that might fit you."<br>Dana hesitated.&nbsp; "I don't have that much money.&nbsp; Just the gift card.&nbsp; Actually, I don't even know how much is on it."<br>Michele smiled.&nbsp; "Don't worry.&nbsp; I can check it at the register.&nbsp; I'll be back in a second."&nbsp; She picked up the red envelope and stepped out of the dressing room while Dana simply looked at herself in the mirror.&nbsp; Was her body really pretty?&nbsp; Then suddenly she realized the note was still in the envelope.&nbsp; What if Michele read it!&nbsp; She turned quickly, wanting to run out the door after her, but realized that was crazy.&nbsp; Instead, she just turned back, sat down on the little bench, and looked back at herself in the mirror.&nbsp; The movement had made the bra cups fall off to either side of her breasts, and each now stood proudly on its own.&nbsp; She watched herself as she raised on hand to slowly caress its lower curves, the light line in her skin left from the pressure of the ill-fitting bra.<br><br>There was a light knock on the door.&nbsp; "It's Michele."<br>Dana instinctively covered her breasts with her hands and quietly said. "Okay..."<br><br>Michele stepped in, one arm covered with clothes and the other one holding forth the card to Dana.&nbsp; "Fifty dollars.&nbsp; With the sale we have going, I'm sure we can find you some nice things to fit in a budget."<br>Dana stood, taking the envelope and tucking it back in her bag, letting her breasts hang free.<br><br>Michele held out a bra and panty set.&nbsp; "Why don't you try this one.&nbsp; I'll step back out, if you like."&nbsp; She started to move back to the door.<br>"No." Dana surprised herself.&nbsp; "No, that's okay."&nbsp; She slipped off the old bra and took the bra and panty, then sat down and unlaced her shoes.<br>She stood up, pushing down her pants, and stepped out of them.&nbsp; Standing in front of the mirror and Michele wearing only her old cotton panties made Dana's heart beat faster.&nbsp; She pushed down her panties, and stepped out of them, her heart thrilling at being naked in front of the mirror and the other woman.<br>"We... we usually ask people to try on new panties over their old ones," Michele interjected, but then continued more smoothly.&nbsp; "Tell you what, your old ones wouldn't really help you see how they fit.&nbsp; I think you'll like this one.&nbsp; Why don't you wear this one and you can try the others on top of it."&nbsp; She handed Dana a blackpanty she had picked out.<br><br>Dana stepped into it, and immediately felt how different it felt from her old ones.&nbsp; Snug, smooth, satiny.&nbsp; The narrow sides barely rose at all over her hips.&nbsp; She turned sideways to the mirror.&nbsp; Her bottom looked smooth, nice, this one showing more of her cheeks than the old ones.&nbsp; Looking down, she could see some of her hair bunching under the smooth front and escaping from the top though.<br>"Yes, you might want to trim that a bit."&nbsp; Michele's voice was soft and gentle.<br>"I've never much more than snip at it with scissors." Dana ran a hand over her front.<br>"I'll jot down a website for you.&nbsp; It's not that hard, and you'll like the way it feels."<br>Dana looked up at Michele.&nbsp; She had a sudden temptation to ask Michele to show her, to see the other woman naked, even as she remembered watching Reiko.<br>"Here", Michelle said as she handed her a black bra, "This is a good standard."&nbsp; Michele stepped forward as Dana took it, watching her in the mirror as she put it on.&nbsp; The bra was smooth, with a lightunderwire, showing off the inner curves of her breasts nicely, giving them a little more shape and rise.<br><br>Dana felt incredibly sexy.&nbsp; Part of it was the lingerie, part of it was being nearly naked as Michele watched and she watched herself in the mirror, part of it was the attention.&nbsp; Dana turned, bent, and twisted at Michele's direction as she showed her the attributes of each.&nbsp; Michele had brought it the returned clothes, a pair of pants and a skirt.&nbsp; The pants were tighter and lower than any Dana had ever worn, and she might have been tempted to buy them if they hadn't been a little too short.&nbsp; The skirt was a bouncy, lightly pleated white number that came from low on her hips down tomid-thigh .&nbsp; She couldn't have worn either of them with her old panties.&nbsp; But when Dana saw the price tag, she reluctantly put them aside. <br><br>She forgot that Michele might have seen the note until Michele handed her the last bra and panty set.&nbsp; They were a sheer black balconets, with a small floral lace design over the cups that made some small attempt at covering the nipples while actually just drawing attention to them.&nbsp; The panties were sheer down the front with a similar pattern all the way down until only the tiniest patch of opaque material would probably just cover her sex.&nbsp; Dana put on the bra and held her breath as she looked at herself.&nbsp; She had to have these.&nbsp; She looked up at Michele's eyes, thinking that this was just the thing she might want to show herself off for her admirer.&nbsp; Did Michele know?&nbsp; Michele just met her eyes and smiled, and Dana didn't have the courage to ask her directly.<br><br>"You look incredible in that." Michele said.&nbsp; She knew she had the sale as soon as she saw the way Dana looked at herself in tiny black hiphuggers and the lace bra.<br>Dana turned and impulsively gave her a hug.&nbsp; "Thank you." she whispered.<br>Michele stroked her hand down the bare back of the young woman, wondering what background could have brought her to this place.<br><br>* * *<br><br>Dana strode back to the North Campus bus stop with more confidence in her step.&nbsp; She had spent all of the gift card and put some more on her debit card.&nbsp; She had always been so careful with her money, raised by a family for whom money was always tight, but she was confident that she'd be okay.&nbsp; The workstudy job was bringing in some decent spending money, she just couldn't do that too often.&nbsp; But her mind did wander to how she looked when she was wearing the skirt, how it swirled as she turned showing a bit more leg.&nbsp; Someday she'd go back and get a skirt like that.<br><br>The day was almost over, and she had special plans for tonight.&nbsp; It made her giddy just thinking about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>30-12-2006, 03:02:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;Edward could almost see the flush in Dana’s cheeks.&nbsp; His eyes flicked to anyone that got too close to her, hoping she was not too absorbed to miss someone that might be interested in what she was reading.&nbsp; But in this, Dana’s seemingly quiet nature kept her from arousing anyone else’s interest.&nbsp; He continued to observer her as she read his note, his imagination running away from him.&nbsp; Edward had not daydreamed in years, he wrote enough to get those thoughts down on paper, but now Dana had his mind whirling over the possibilities.&nbsp; His thought had gotten far enough away from him that he nearly missed Dana getting ready to leave.&nbsp; She grabbed her bag and made her way across the Lab, which prompted Edward to stand near the entrance to the office, and watch her.<br><br>He grinned broadly when he saw her sign out the camera, and had a sudden urge to run home and wait for the e-mails.&nbsp; He took a breath to calm himself, feeling his excitement already beginning to rise.&nbsp; Edward forced himself back to his seat, and back to work.&nbsp; He had papers to grade for a Professor, some more editing and proofreading to do, as well as some work of his own for a class or two.&nbsp; Normally, he would simply work through until dinner-time, pausing to make small talk with some of the other student in the Lab, quite often with the girls, or the other Grad students in the same school that had occasion to stop by.&nbsp; By dinner time, he would usually be close to done with his work, whether it was handing out assignments for the Lab, or reading through submission, but Dana had become a powerful distraction.&nbsp; He found his mind wandering when he should be focusing on his work, which caused him to reread the same paragraph over and over again, or he would catch himself sort of staring into space.<br><br>Edward wondered if Dana would make it to the Victoria’s Secret store tonight, and that sparked a whole series of thoughts.&nbsp; He imagined Dana’s nude form in the changing room, not that he had any idea what the changing room in the place looked like, but the room was not his focus.&nbsp; Dana’s lithe form in bra after bra…Dana in lace, satin, silk…Dana in various complete lingerie outfits he recalled from commercials…Dana pleasuring herself in the store room.&nbsp; He shook his head, and growled in frustration, prompting a passing student to glance in the doorway as he walked by.&nbsp; Ed tried to continue working for another hour, and then surrendered to his baser urges.&nbsp; He was not going to get anything done until he had seen Dana’s pictures, assuming she was sending them, and possibly not even then.&nbsp; With a sigh he saved his work, processed what he had finished and shutdown for the day.&nbsp; He delegated a few tasks to the staff of the paper and the journal, doing his best not to seem irresponsible, which was not as hard as he thought, considering the volume of work he usually did on his own.&nbsp; Then he left the lab, and with coat, hat, and gloves on, headed out into the evening and the cold.<br><br>He walked the whole way home.&nbsp; There was no fortunate meeting of friends, no feminine passers by that might offer him a ride.&nbsp; Not that he would have noticed.&nbsp; With his bag slung over his shoulder, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, and his head down, Edward made the walk home on auto-pilot.&nbsp; He was again pondering what he might receive from Dana that evening.&nbsp; If he got pictures, as he had instructed; what else might she be willing to do?&nbsp; How far could he take this?&nbsp; How far <em>would</em> he take this?&nbsp; Edward was excited by the prospect, more than he had expected, and he had to wonder if it was the woman, or the element of control.&nbsp; He was still pondering Dana, and their relationship, if it could be called that, when he realized that he was home.&nbsp; Ed fumbled out his keys, walked in the front door, and then up the stairs to his place on the second floor.&nbsp; He shed his winter gear as soon as he was in the apartment, and forced himself not to hook up his laptop, and check his mail.&nbsp; Instead he moved into the kitchen to fix himself a simple dinner of pasta and sauce, throwing in some extra sliced mushrooms.&nbsp; He got out of his clothes, until he was wearing flannel pajama bottoms, and a soft fleece pull over.&nbsp; Ed put dinner on the table in front of his TV, and only then hooked up his laptop and powered it on.&nbsp; He turned up the volume, so he would hear it if any mail arrived, and logged on to GoogleTalk, should Dana think of that.&nbsp; Then he sat down for dinner, and whatever he could find on TV, doing his best to pretend he was not expecting anything to happen that evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>04-01-2007, 22:47:56</strong>
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				Dana took a deep breath as she stepped back into her room, her bookbag over one arm with her purchases and a fast take-out meal from the cafeteria in her other.&nbsp; She sat down at her desk and ate, idly starting up her laptop as she did so.&nbsp; She certainly didn't want to send any pictures from her school account, so making a gmail account like the purloined account.&nbsp; Hmm... something like purloined... which made her think of "The Purloined Letter".&nbsp; <strong>Duh!</strong>&nbsp; It was so obvious now who her admirer was.&nbsp; Who would have been in plain sight, have access to the Lab, and be associated with Edgar Allen Poe, after all.&nbsp; She wondered if Edward actually was any relation to the author, after all.&nbsp; She thought for a moment about Ed, about what glimpses she had seen of him, and his reputation.&nbsp; He seemed to have no shortage of female attention, what did he want with her?&nbsp; The thought of some quiet (if not geeky) guy being her florid-prose'd admirer had been something she could understand, but feeling certain that it was Ed Poe made her actually a little less certain again.<br><br>She finished her sandwich and her fingers flew over her keyboard for a new email:<br><br>---<br>From: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>To: purloined@gmail.com<br>Subject: Greetings<br><br>So I can't believe that I only just now realized who you are.&nbsp; I feel rather foolish.<br>Please use this address, as I don't want to send such things by school email.<br>Thanks again for your gift, and I'll let you see what I've gotten once get all prepared.<br>I hope you'll like it.<br><br>But I don't understand.&nbsp; I've see the girls who hang around your office.<br>Why me?<br><br>DJ<br>---<br><br>She leaned back in her chair.&nbsp; She rummaged in her bookbag and set up the camera.&nbsp; With a little bit of work she soon had it displaying its preview image on her laptop.&nbsp; She really didn't feel comfortable with sending video quite yet, so it took her a bit more fiddling to figure out how to make a still shot.&nbsp; She took a quick headshot of her nervously smiling into the camera, a few stray hairs escaping over one cheek, attached it to the end and hit *SEND*.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>05-01-2007, 17:25:35</strong>
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				Ed was watching reruns of “Scrubs”.&nbsp; He did not watch much TV, save for a few genre shows, and even those were few and far between.&nbsp; He was always worried something that the enjoyed on TV would leak into his writing, and he would not realize it until the plagiarism lawsuits were already aimed his way.&nbsp; But, on those occasions when he had time or the inclination to enjoy a little mindless entertaining, it was either a show like Smallville or a Sci-Fi show, or a sitcom that he found genuinely funny.&nbsp; “Scrubs” was one of the latter.&nbsp; He twirled pasta onto his fork, and ate with steady moderation, neither too fast, nor too slow, but constant, taking time to enjoy every bite.&nbsp; He finished and pushed his plate a bit further away on his makeshift coffee table, and leaned back to finish a very cold, very tall glass of water as he watched the show.&nbsp; Ed laughed here and there, but was beginning to think that the time would pass more swiftly, if he took a nap or something.<br><br>Then he heard the tone from his laptop that indicated e-mail had arrived, and nearly jumped out of his pants.&nbsp; Ed had forgotten that he turned the volume up, and the TV had been in a silent spot, switching to a commercial.&nbsp; He got to his feet, shaking his head, finished the water, and set the glass down, ice cubes tinkling against the glass.&nbsp; Ed sat at his laptop, brought the screen up, and clicked the links that brought up his mail.&nbsp; He saw who it was from, and instantly recognized that it was Dana, and that it came with an attachment, which was cause for some initial excitement.&nbsp; Edward smiled at the screen, and then noticed the rest of her addy; DJLetter.&nbsp; Letter.&nbsp; Purloined Letter.&nbsp; He did not immediately guess that Dana had figured him out, he simply though the new address was clever, and probably safer than using her school e-mail.&nbsp; He opened the mail with a soft laugh and a grin…and after reading, found himself blinking at the screen.<br><br>For a moment, panic seized the graduate student.&nbsp; Granted, he had used private e-mail, but he was an upperclassmen, something of a faculty member, and he immediately worried that Dana might decided their game had gone far enough, or that he was little better than a peeping tom and report him, despite everything.&nbsp; But the moment passed, and he got up for more water, using that time to distance himself from the e-mail for a moment, before sitting back down, and considering what this could meant.&nbsp; He remembered the attachment then, and detached it, and clicked PREVIEW.&nbsp; A hastily taken headshot of Dana appeared on his screen, she was smiling, almost shyly, a few wisps of hair in her face…he thought she was adorable.&nbsp; She was a pretty girl, and permanently stamped in his mind as terribly sexy as well.&nbsp; Finding her that night in the Lab had been a discovery, like Ponce de Leon finding the Fountain of Youth, he felt that he had uncovered a secret, and by doing so…made it his own.&nbsp; He smiled at the screen, and thought that perhaps her knowing would be best…no sneaking around…perhaps the added tension of being together in a room full of people, and each knowing a secret about the other.&nbsp; Edward began to reply, pleased that he could discard the flowery compliments that he thought he needed to keep her interest, and typing a bit more plainly…he was a write after all.<br><br>To: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>From: purloined@gmail.com<br>Subject: Re: Greetings<br><br>Well, don’t be too hard on yourself, it is not a glaring connection, and I tried to be careful.&nbsp; It was a good idea to move off of school e-mail, I don’t think its heavily monitored, but you never know.&nbsp; You are more than welcome, Dana.&nbsp; :D I look forward to seeing what you selected.&nbsp; Eagerly, even.&nbsp; Oh, Dana, I am sure that I will…you’ll be in it, after all.<br><br>How can you not understand?&nbsp; You are a very pretty girl, Dana.&nbsp; Like finding a rose amongst daisies or persimmons or something.&nbsp; Granted, I saw you in a very private moment…but I don’t think that changes how very sexy you are.&nbsp; And you don’t even realize it.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Because I was smitten.&nbsp; Because it was the single most erotic thing I have ever seen, or experienced…and all I did was watch.&nbsp; Those girls you see around my office, I doubt any of them could make me feel the way you do…and I haven’t even touched you.<br><br>Yours,<br><br>Purloined<br>Ed Poe<br><br>PS: I love the quick pic you sent.&nbsp; You’re adorable even now. :)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>07-01-2007, 21:10:33</strong>
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				After sending the message, Dana had risen from her computer, trying to decide what to do next.&nbsp; To have the camera next to the computer pretty much meant that it was pointing towards either her bed or the closet.&nbsp; She didn't quite feel comfortable in lounging on the bed in lingerie for Ed yet - that seemed a bit too, well, too something - she almost didn't want to think about sex in connection with all this yet, as contradictory as that seemed.&nbsp; Besides the doors of the closet were a good solid background - stained golden light wood.<br><br>She spread out the lingerie on her bed, trying to decide what to do first.&nbsp; She grabbed a pair of scissors and starting trimming off tags as a way to postpone the decision.&nbsp; Three bras and three panties.&nbsp; She took a deep breath, and started shedding her clothes.<br><br>* * *<br><br>To: purloined@gmail.com<br>From: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject: Re: Greetings<br><br>Please remember this show is for you and you only.<br><br>(3 files attached)<br><br>* * *<br><br>1: Dana stands before what is clearly the doors of a small dorm closet.&nbsp; Her brown hair is down, falling on her shoulders, wavy despite its straight nature from being in the braid.&nbsp; She wears a white terrycloth bathrobe wrapped about her, covering whatever she is wearing beneath.&nbsp; Her hands are nervously crossed in front of her over the tie of the belt.&nbsp; The robe is long enough that just the bottom half of her calves are visible and her bare feet.&nbsp; Her smile is nervous but there is energy in her eyes.<br><br>2: She's posed to put one leg forward though the slit of the robe, exposing it high up the front of her thigh.&nbsp; Her legs are actually quite shapely, lightly muscled, more substantial than the stereotypical image of a skinny college girl.&nbsp; She's let the top open, the belt now hangs free on either side, and her hands are holding it closed.&nbsp; The neck is open enough to show her long neck, her collarbones, down her chest without being enough to show the curves of her breasts yet.<br><br>3: The robe is entirely open, one leg still thrust forward.&nbsp; She wears a pair of pink panties with white lace on the band, and a small pink bow at the front.&nbsp; The panties are relatively modest, covering her fairly completely, as much as many bikini bottoms Ed has been worn at the college's pool even.&nbsp; The bra is pink and white lace, covering her while showing the inner curves of her breasts very well.&nbsp; A small bow is centered right between the cups.&nbsp; There is a slight flush that Ed can see on her face, despite some problems with the lighting, and a lot of nervousness.<br><br>* * *<br><br>It took a lot for Dana to actually decide to let her face be in the pictures, but she figured there was no backing down now.&nbsp; While it wasn't visible in the picture without careful observation at full zoom, she had become very aware that her only barely trimmed bush puffed out the front of the panties.&nbsp; She would have to trim and shave to really wear the other panties without looking hairy, but she did want to send the first pictures right away.&nbsp; She was tempted to chicken out, to say that was all for the night, but she also found herself caught up in the idea of him looking at the pictures.&nbsp; It made a flutter in her chest that wasn't entirely about nerves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 22:15:40</strong>
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				Edward sat at his laptop, wondering if the game was over.&nbsp; Had his reply been to humorous, or too flowery, had he put her off by being cutesy?&nbsp; He was a writer, but even he realized that sometimes subtext and inflection was completely lost in an electronic medium.&nbsp; He browsed the net a little bit, looking at a few new items that were happening on the Sci Fi Channels…more good shows that he would miss, more than likely.&nbsp; But the reading and poking around kept him busy.&nbsp; He wondered what she would send him, and how daring she would be…he also wondered if she would have been more or less daring if she had nor figured out whom the pictures would be for.&nbsp; A number of possibilities passed through his mind, each one more exciting than the last.&nbsp; His mail chimed, and he took a breath, before opening it, and smiling.&nbsp; Three pictures…and it seemed she meant to string him along a bit…<i>perfect</i>.<br><br>The first image is just right to start the set.&nbsp; He took his time in looking it over, from the fall of her wavy hair, to the shape of her feet, and the curves of her calves.&nbsp; Ed was captivated by her eyes, and what he saw in them…her smile might be nervous, but her eyes were energetic, eager, warm…sensual.&nbsp; He grinned, and he felt a flush come into his skin as he switched to the next picture.<br><br>The second shot was incredibly sexy, and his eyes roamed that exposed leg as if he could make the still image disrobe even further.&nbsp; Ed thought she had perfect legs, and wondered why she did not dress a bit more to show them off.&nbsp; He had a sudden thought of kissing Dana along her thigh, and sat up a bit at the idea.&nbsp; He took a breath, and took time to enjoy her graceful neck, and the teasing view of her skin…but not quite her lovely breasts.&nbsp; Anticipation was doing more than making him feel warm, and he felt a heat at his center.<br><br>The last image has Ed staring.&nbsp; Dana looked absolutely beautiful, and more than that, the tease of the picture was powerfully provocative.&nbsp; He could not believe how it exciting it was.&nbsp; He licked his lips, as if she were there to kiss, and leaned back in his computer chair, taking a moment to release the clearest evidence of his arousal.&nbsp; He groaned as he followed the curves of her breasts, and hovered over the small bow at the center of her chest.&nbsp; He took a few breaths, and let his imagination wander for a moment, his hands upon the silk of her bra, his lips upon the soft skin of her neck…<br><br>Then he leaned forward, and typed a reply to her meal, eager to se more.<br><br>To: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>From: purloined@gmail.com<br>Subject:&nbsp; Re:Re: Greetings<br><br>Of, course, for my eyes only.<br><br>Oh my, Dana…you look beautiful in these…hot and sexy.&nbsp; You have the greatest legs…I think you should show them off more.&nbsp; And wear your hair down…<br><br>Show me more, Dana…I am hungry for more, and I would be lying if I did not say that I was excited about seeing more.&nbsp; In truth, I’m excited right now.&nbsp; How about you?<br><br>Yours,<br><br>Ed
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 14:27:23</strong>
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				Dana immediately to to taking the next few pictures, her hands shaking ever so slightly as her mind raced with what she was doing.&nbsp; It was such a crazy risk, a crazy thrill.&nbsp; For all she knew he could post these all over the Internet.&nbsp; But she wanted to, her heart thumped with it, she longed for his response - though if she wasn't entirely conscious of what she wanted.&nbsp; She took a few more pictures, then his email arrived and she rushed to the computer to read it before returning back to take a few more, crop them swiftly, and then dashed off an email back to him.&nbsp; Her fingers shook but flew over the keyboard, and her words ended up being more frank that perhaps she would have wanted if she had thought about it more.<br><br><br>To: purloined@gmail.com<br>From: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject: Re: Greetings<br><br>Yes, I'm excited too.&nbsp; I'm glad you like these.<br>Tell me what you're hungry for.<br><br>(3 files attached)<br><br>* * *<br><br>4: The next picture has Dana facing away from the camera.&nbsp; She had shrugged off the top of the bathrobe so that its sleeves rested on her forearms, and was pulled across her lower back.&nbsp; Her back was smooth and clear, with all of the tension and glow of youth.&nbsp; The narrow back strap of the bra seems delicate and light.&nbsp; Her upper arms are toned and very slender, clearly more from her youth and metabolism rather than any exercise to keep them that way.<br><br>5: The robe has dropped into a puddle of white cloth around her feet, her slender hips wrapped by the pink panties. Their bikini cut arcs across her bottom in a shape that many might find girlish, and that many women would avoid due to the tendency to show panty lines in tight pants or skirts.&nbsp; Dana is holding her elbows in close to her side, her arms wrapped over her front, conveying a sense of shyness and voyeurism that while not intended is quite powerful.&nbsp; Her legs are now seen in all their length, toned from walking more than the gym, curving into the swells of her hips.&nbsp; Her waist can now be seen to be quite slender compared to her growing hips, making a very classic shape compared to the narrowed hourglass of current fashion.<br><br>6: Dana now is glancing over her shoulder at the camera, a shy smile on her blushing face.&nbsp; She has unclasped the bra, and her hands hold it loosely over her chest, which is seen only from an oblique angle as she twists towards the camera.&nbsp; Some of her hair is half-falling over her ear and face, giving her a very vulnerable look.&nbsp; The twist and repositioning of her feet also shows her bottom more in profile, a firm but pleasantly protruding curve that had been concealed before from Ed's sight by her baggy choice of pants.<br><br>* * *<br><br>The thrill was incredible.&nbsp; As she posed herself for the last picture she found herself absently running her fingers over her nipples through the cups of the bra as she stood there.&nbsp; Now she sat topless before the computer, her body flushed, trying to decide what she would do next and waiting to see what he would say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 17:07:54</strong>
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				Edward continued to look at the pictures he had been sent, eager for more…even impatient for more as he once again carefully surveyed each image.&nbsp; His e-mail was away, and was hoping that the evening was not over, that the lovely woman in lingerie would send him more pictures, and perhaps still more after that.&nbsp; It was exciting to wonder how far she might be willing to go for him, and how much she might be enjoying their fun.&nbsp; Ed hoped that she was, that sending out these images boosted Dana’s confidence, and lit whatever fire had been lit that night back in the Publishing Lab.&nbsp; He eyed that last picture with lascivious delight, and rose once to dim the lights in the room, and turn on some music, rather than the TV.&nbsp; His eyes roved over just as his hands would, were she there with him, and he sighed from the electric thrill of it all.&nbsp; His e-mail toned, just as he was beginning to think they might be done, and he smiled.&nbsp; Ed quickly opened the e-mail, and grinned at the words and the fact that there were attachments with this mail as well.<br><br><em>Tell me what you’re hungry for.</em>&nbsp; The phrase made all kinds of things dance in Ed’s mind, as well as all kinds of positions and costumes to see Dana in.&nbsp; He growled slightly, and leaned forward as he pulled down and opened the images Dana had sent.<br><br>The fourth image drew a sound of murmured appreciation from Ed.&nbsp; He loved the line of her back, his eyes following it to where it began to curve inward at the small of it, the rest hidden by the robe.&nbsp; The bra stray is barely noticeable, and he wondered what it would feel like to be held by those arms to kiss them…following up to her shoulders, her graceful neck, to get the scent of her there.&nbsp; He shivered, and moved to the next one.&nbsp; The robe was gone, and he sighed slightly, and gently touched himself, not realizing that he was doing so.&nbsp; His eyes following her bottom the swell of her, and up and down the length of her delicious legs.&nbsp; He loved the pose of her body, the shyness it conveyed…it was easy for him to believe that he was getting these pictures himself, without her knowledge, as if he were using a webcam too peek in on her.&nbsp; Ed moaned softly.<br><br>“Oooh…Dana…”&nbsp; He whispered as he viewed the last image, the impact of the tease getting to him, as he leaned forward for a closer look.&nbsp; Ed stared, as if by doing so he could force the Dana in the image to drop her bra and move her hands.&nbsp; He continued to gently handle his arousal, feathery touches, as he imagined what her hand might feel like upon him.&nbsp; Her legs led wonderfully to a pert bottom, a bottom he wanted to feel in his hands, perhaps beneath his lips…as he took a gentle bite on the curve of it.&nbsp; He groaned, and leaned forward to dash off another e-mail.<br><br>To:&nbsp; DJLetter@gmail.com<br>From: purloined@gmail.com<br>Subject:&nbsp; Beautiful<br><br>Oh, that’s very good to hear.&nbsp; How could I <strong>not</strong> like these???<br><br>Hungry for…You, of course…show me more, show me everything.&nbsp; The things your last images are doing to me now...<br>You’re excited you said…show me.&nbsp; Let the camera be my eyes, but your hands are mine.<br><br>Hungrily,<br><br>Ed
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 18:47:46</strong>
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				"Everything"&nbsp; Dana said to herself out loud.&nbsp; She took a deep breath.&nbsp; She did ask what he wanted, and somehow it was easier because he asked.&nbsp; Was she really brave enough to do whatever he asked, and even take pictures of it?&nbsp; It felt like she was both teasing him and being thrilled like she was on stage - and just for him. Her heart pounded.&nbsp; She took the next pictures and dashed off a note with them.<br><br>To: purloined@gmail.com<br>From: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject: Re: Greetings<br><br>If these hands are yours, what do you want them to do?<br><br>(2 files attached)<br><br>&nbsp;* * *<br><br>7: She is in profile to the camera now.&nbsp; The bra is on the floor, but Dana's hands still cup and cover the center of each breast, exposing their soft outer curves but no more.&nbsp; In profile Ed can see the S-curve of her back flowing into the curve of her bottom, her thighs, her calves.&nbsp; Her belly is not quite the flat, taunt image of models, but has its own soft, every-so-slight outward curve before dipping down to between her legs.&nbsp; The panty's sides are low over her hip, but not particularly narrow.&nbsp; She's smiling a bit more comfortably at the camera.<br><br>8: Still in profile and the same pose, but now only her nipples are concealed, and only because she is holding them firmly in her fingers, like she's in the middle of rolling and pinching them lightly, much as she did when Ed saw her before.&nbsp; Her mouth is a bit more open, perhaps unconsciously with the sensation.&nbsp; Her firm breasts are so much easier for him to see, so much better lit than they were at their last encounter, and he can appreciate all of their shape, how proudly they stand away from her chest.&nbsp; She easily could get away without wearing a bra if she wanted to.<br><br>&nbsp;* * *<br><br><br>The words seemed to much bolder than she felt - could she back them up?&nbsp; The thrill was in not knowing - not knowing what he'd as of her, and not knowing if she could keep doing it.&nbsp; But it felt so good...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 21:59:02</strong>
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				Edward arranged the images in the order he had gotten them.&nbsp; He switched slowly from one to the other, like a progressively erotic sideshow.&nbsp; Ed enjoyed every image, finding something new in each to appreciate as he looked at each one for awhile, letting his libidinous imagination run rampant.&nbsp; He wondered how Dana would receive his e-mail, would she balk at pictures of herself in sensual play, or would she continue with where they seemed to naturally be going.<br><br>He did not have to wait too long to find out, a fact that made him certain that they would be together, electronically, for a little while to come.&nbsp; The response was tantalizing, but the pictures were amazing…he could tell she was getting a little more comfortable, and playful, and that would only make this more enjoyable for the both of them.&nbsp; His eyes followed the curve of her back, her bottom, and down into her legs…he fell for her a little more, admitting the shape of her body, and that smile.&nbsp; He willed her hands to move, but sighed at the soft outer curves that his fingers touched on the screen, tracing them lightly, as if Dana might feel it.&nbsp; The next picture made Ed lean back in his seat with a groan; it was almost like he had captured her in that moment, without her knowing.&nbsp; He could almost hear the soft gasp that escaped her parted lips.&nbsp; He breasts were so firm, and perky, and he wanted her to go on.<br><br>To: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>From: purloined@gmail.com<br>Subject: Re: Greetings<br><br>I want them to cup your breasts gently, until your nipples stand erect.&nbsp; I want them to explore and slide over your curves, finding those places where you like to be touched best.&nbsp; You’re so beautiful…let me see you…
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 22:39:49</strong>
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				Dana giggles as she makes the first two shots, and then fiddles with how to place the camera for a while until she decides on how to do the third. As a result, it takes a little longer for Ed to get the next email than he received the previous one...<br><br>----<br><br>To: purloined@gmail.com<br>From: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject: Re: Greetings<br><br>And when I dream... should I?<br>(3 files attached)<br><br>&nbsp;* * *<br><br>9: This picture is substantially different.&nbsp; Dana is closer, and now oblique to her front, with both breasts visible and the bottom of the short stopping above her belly button.&nbsp; She is cupping her breasts, her hands and fingers underneath them and slightly pushing them up.&nbsp; Her small aerolae ringed erect nipples standing out - in the room's light each of them has tiny shadows on the soft curves of her breasts.&nbsp; Her face is shadowed as she looks down at her breasts, her hair falling on either side like a curtain.<br><br>10: This picture is even closer and a direct front angle, only showing her from her smile down to just below where her hands hold her breasts lightly, as if for Ed's inspection.&nbsp; While her breasts are beautiful here, and their clear soft curves of glowing skin radiant, the focal point of the shot ends up being her collarbones and the lines of her neck.&nbsp; Crowning all this is a smile that seems and once shy, and naughty, and maybe a bit silly all at once.&nbsp; Though from the other shots it may not be clear if she really is spending time in composition or just has a knack for it, this one seems artistic on a different level, and the relative anonymity of not being able to see her eyes or more of her makes it so that even if other people saw it, only Ed would know who the model was.<br><br>11: The pose and the composition is completely different.&nbsp; The camera angle is looking down her length, as she lies on a pale blue comforter on her bed.&nbsp; At the top of the picture Ed can just see her feet, seeming far away due to the perspective.&nbsp; At the bottom are her breasts, much as they must look as she looks down on them, slightly sitting to either side a bit but her nipples still quite erect like little caps on her hills.&nbsp; She must have set the camera above the head of her bed.&nbsp; Between is her belly, and her hands resting there - one hand just slipped with it's fingertips under the band of the panties, the other stretched out, one finger extended to softly press around her mons out of sight between her legs.&nbsp; From this angle Ed can see that the panties are puffed out slightly by her hair, adding more curve to her mons that it would have otherwise.<br><br>&nbsp;* * *
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>29-01-2007, 04:48:32</strong>
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				Ed sent the message and waited.&nbsp; Trying not to hover on the mouse, waiting to click his e-mail, he once again reviewed the pictures that Dana had sent him.&nbsp; He was surprised that this whole thing was so exciting, and pleased that he had discovered something new, along with Dana, who seemed to be discovering herself in wonderful ways.&nbsp; Edward felt like he had uncovered a kind of buried treasure, and part of the thrill was that no one else knew that Dana was capable of being this…well…hot.<br><br>His arousal continued, as he reviewed the pictures, gently encouraging himself as he went from one to the next.&nbsp; There were enough that it was almost animated, with each image featuring a more and more undressed Dana.&nbsp; Ed leaned back in his seat, and a few moments later, received another mail.&nbsp; He opened it eagerly, considering the question for a moment, before opening the image files easily.<br><br>Ed blinked for a moment.&nbsp; Despite his request, he was a bit stunned (and thrilled) by what he saw.&nbsp; She did exactly as he asked, and it could not have been more erotic.&nbsp; It gave him a sense of control he was not really used to, and that it self added fuel to the fire.&nbsp; She cupped her own breasts, and the way she looked down at them, enjoying herself, made Ed enjoy himself just a little more.&nbsp; He found himself tracing her nipples with his eyes, enjoying the tiny shadows they case upon her skin.&nbsp; He squirmed for a moment, and moved to the next picture.&nbsp; Ed followed the lines of her neck, and clavicle, enjoying the artistry of the overall image, his eyes going to her perky breasts, held up as they were for him to enjoy.&nbsp; Her smile made him smile in return, as if she could see the expression on his face.&nbsp; He sighed heatedly, and moved on to the last image.&nbsp; Ed leaned forward, trying to take in all the details at once.&nbsp; His eyes followed the length of her, flowing over the curves of her breasts, admiring her nipples, and wondering what it would be like to roll them between his fingers.&nbsp; His breath came a little quicker, and a flush rose again in his skin.&nbsp; He followed her hand just between her legs, and nibbled his lower lip.&nbsp; He admired the line of her sink, smiling as he realized she did not shave it bare.&nbsp; Ed lingered over all of the pictures, lightly caressing himself, before he dashed off another e-mail.<br><br>To:&nbsp; purloined@gmail.com<br>From:&nbsp; DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject:&nbsp; Re:&nbsp; Re: Greetings<br><br>When you dream…dream of me.&nbsp; Of my hands running over your skin…your hands for now…my fingers, your fingers, brushing gently through the soft down between your legs.&nbsp; Show me more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-01-2007, 14:44:37</strong>
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				He gets once back quickly.<br><br>To: purloined@gmail.com<br>From: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject: Re: Greetings<br><br>:)<br><br>1 file attached.<br><br>* * *<br><br>12: This picture has the same pose as before, but Dana's laptop is sitting on her belly, the keyboard visible over her breasts.&nbsp; The screen shows the image of Dana and the laptop on her belly, repeat into itself like a hall of mirrors.&nbsp; Next to the monitor itself, Dana's hand holds a hand mirror, and in its reflection he can see her smiling face, looking a little silly, and the camera perched on the top of a low table right behind the head of her bed.<br><br>* * *<br><br>Dana giggled as she sent it.&nbsp; She knew it would break the mood, but it felt so silly on one level lying her so surrounded by the electronics.&nbsp; She knew now why outtake images from movies, TVs, or photoshoots often have the subjects laughing.&nbsp; She lay there, trying to be sexy, ignoring the laptop on the chair she had pulled up next to the bed, ignoring the camera behind her, ignoring that she stopped and edited the pictures crudely while the laptop sat on her belly.<br><br>At the same time, it was exciting.&nbsp; There was the thrill of what he was asking her, her own persisting arousal, and the creativity of making the shots and sending them off.&nbsp; Like being the model and the photographer all at once, both involved and removed from herself.<br><br>She sat the laptop back down on the chair, and lowered her hand to gently stroke herself through the panties, her head turned sideways to watch her hand touch herself and look for him to send back another email.&nbsp; Occasionally her free hand would reach out to press the spacebar and snap a picture or set the timer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>29-01-2007, 18:47:00</strong>
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				Ed had almost settled in to enjoy the pictures for a little bit, expecting a bit of time to pass before he received an e-mail response from Dana.&nbsp; The electric thrill still remained with him, ratcheted up a bit, thanks to her last set of pictures, and his latest request to her.&nbsp; When he got a reply so quickly, he blinked for a moment, cocked his head at the sight of the smiley, and opened the image.&nbsp; Edward barked out a laugh, and curiously, despite the incongruity of the image, and the possible break in mood…he thought it made Dana even more sexy, to have such a good sense of humor about the whole thing.&nbsp; She was beautiful, stunning, even with a laptop on her belly, and images repeating.&nbsp; He grinned, and replied right away.<br><br><br>To:&nbsp; purloined@gmail.com<br>From:&nbsp; DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject:&nbsp; Re:&nbsp; Re: Greetings<br><br>Is it strange that I find that sexy? :)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>30-01-2007, 16:01:14</strong>
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				Dana laughed as she saw his email.&nbsp; She felt a growing familiarity that made the whole thing feel less like a strange, dangerous dare and more like something playful.<br><br>To: purloined@gmail.com<br>From: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject: Re: Greetings<br><br>Maybe you're just a silly man.&nbsp; I like silly.&nbsp; I don't think I have enough silly in my life.<br><br>(1 file attached)<br><br>* * *<br><br>13: This shot is a closeup of Dana's cleavage, shot from above, with a mouse nestled between her breasts, its "tail" trailing off down towards her belly.&nbsp; Her nipples are only just in the shot, and from the way their shape is a bit pressed together, she is probably holding the camera straight above her on the bed with both hands to steady it.&nbsp; It makes for an interesting piece - if it was cropped to exclude the nipples it would have an even more artistic macro feel.<br><br>* * *
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>30-01-2007, 18:52:48</strong>
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				Edward smiled when he hit send, and leaned back a bit to enjoy the slideshow he had made.&nbsp; Not a moment later, he received a reply.&nbsp; He leaned forward grinning, and laughed softly at the message.&nbsp; He detached and viewed the file, and found his eyes drawing toward the wire that trailed towards Dana’s belly in the picture.&nbsp; He sighed at the nearly life-sized beasts, and their still hardened nipples.&nbsp; Seeing her breasts pressed together brought several images and acts to mind, and he enjoyed knowing that Dana’s smile was just off-screen.<br><br>To:&nbsp; purloined@gmail.com<br>From:&nbsp; DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject:&nbsp; Re:&nbsp; Re: Greetings<br><br>Well then.&nbsp; I will be happy to bring the silly when it is needed.&nbsp; Another exciting shot…in lingerie or bare, those are absolutely gorgeous.&nbsp; :) Hmm.&nbsp; Perhaps a close up of where that mouse's "tail" is headed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>30-01-2007, 22:09:35</strong>
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				Dana slowly ran her hands over her breasts as she awaited his response.&nbsp; She found herself at a pleasant place, one she wasn't really used to - a great mood, happy, and aroused all at the same time.&nbsp; In her one previous serious relationship, it always seemed that either they had been happy and playful, or sexual and intense.&nbsp; This middle ground was a fun place to be.<br><br>His instruction for the next picture set her heart beating again.&nbsp; She had just gotten used to showing her breasts, and now there was a thrill at pushing herself further.<br><br>To: purloined@gmail.com<br>From: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject: Re: Greetings<br><br>Oh, you mean like this... :)<br><br>(1 file attached)<br><br>* * *<br><br>14: Dana had clearly changed position again.&nbsp; Now she knelt on her bed, the camera on the level of her belly button, her body straight vertical from her knees up.&nbsp; The picture was framed so that the mouse's cable entered from the top at about the level of her ribs, crossed her belly button, and the plug was tucked under the edge of her panties, lying somewhere beneath the panties snuggled on her mons.&nbsp; The bottom of the frame cut off at her upper thigh.&nbsp; The panties were snug, but not pulled so tight as to reveal the shape of her sex.<br><br>* * *<br><br>She looked at the picture again before she sent it.&nbsp; It seemed the right level to her.&nbsp; She was enjoying thinking of him watching, wondering how much it was teasing him.&nbsp; There was a strange power and thrill in making him ask for more - and an excuse to give him only what he asked for, and a relinquishing of responsibility in giving him what he asked.&nbsp; For him to ask and her to provide, little bit by little bit, somehow that was different.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>31-01-2007, 19:55:28</strong>
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				Ed reviewed his slideshow, feathered his fingers over himself, sighing as he did so, relaxing into the moment.&nbsp; There was a feeling that his and Dana’s correspondence was like a dance, and while it seemed that he was leading, there were moments where Dana was leading him on, taking on a bit more control than perhaps she realized.&nbsp; As much as he enjoyed making his requests, it seemed to him that Dana was enjoying teasing him and leading him along.&nbsp; He moaned softly, just as another mail arrived.<br><br>Ed smiled at the image, his eyes following the wire immediately.&nbsp; He sighed, imagining what her downy sex must look like, and for the first time in his life, wondering what a mouse-plug might be feeling in that moment.&nbsp; He replied to her e-mail, before settling back to his show once again.<br><br>To:&nbsp; purloined@gmail.com<br>From:&nbsp; DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject:&nbsp; Re:&nbsp; Re: Greetings<br><br>Just like that. :)&nbsp; What does the plug see?&nbsp; I want to see it for myself…
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>01-02-2007, 23:22:54</strong>
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				Dana took a deep breath...<br><br>To: purloined@gmail.com<br>From: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject: Re: Greetings<br><br>I'll really have to clean up a bit before I show you the other dainties I bought.<br>I haven't really kept nicely trimmed since summer.&nbsp; Sorry.<br><br>(3 files attached)<br><br>&nbsp;* * *<br><br>15:&nbsp; The white lace band has moved down, the panties lowering over her hips, just an inch or so.&nbsp; Above the little white bow is now some short dark hairs, like she had shaved herself there some time ago, but not recently.&nbsp; The plug is caught slightly and makes a little bulge.&nbsp; The cropping is the same, but it gives the feel of being hurried, not as well composed as the earlier one.<br><br>16:&nbsp; The panties are pushed down even more, uncovering more thickly placed dark hairs that bush out above the elastic.&nbsp; The swell of her mons is barely visible beneath this cover of modesty.&nbsp; The plug has gotten pushed down and appears to no longer be on the mons, but slipped down between her legs.<br><br>17:&nbsp; The panties are completely gone.&nbsp; The plug now hangs, gently resting against the cushion of her pubes, which are thick enough as to completely conceal her sex beneath.&nbsp; Stray hairs get thinner as they are more distant upward and out from her sex.&nbsp; It looks like she once had her hair trimmed pretty small and close, but had let it go and stopped trimming and shaving.<br><br>&nbsp;* * *<br><br>If it wasn't so much fun to exchange these emails and pictures, she'd want to trim up with her scissors and run over to the bathroom to shave.&nbsp; She grabbed the bag that had held the lingerie, and fished out the receipt.&nbsp; On the back, Michele had written a website.&nbsp; Dana brought up a browser and looked it over as she waited for his reply.&nbsp; She really didn't like the way she looked there, particularly as she thought of Reiko.&nbsp; That memory made her heart pound.&nbsp; The images on the website were fairly clinical, but Reiko there in the shower...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 18:29:37</strong>
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				Edward returned to reviewing the images, his own fevered imaginings heightening the excitement and arousal that he was feeling.&nbsp; He lingered over the most recent of the images, letting himself continue to imagine what she hid from him behind her panties, gently handling his arousal, maintaining it, teasing himself as surely as Dana teased him in the images.&nbsp; He did not have to wait long for a return e-mail, and when he read it, he raised his eyebrows and shook his head, he would appreciate her either way…trimmed or not.<br><br>His eyes were drawn to the white lace of her panties, and that she had slid them down over her hips.&nbsp; His eyes followed her curves, and he murmured quietly in appreciate.&nbsp; He enjoyed the contrast of her dark hairs with the panties color, and the plug itself.&nbsp; It seemed like she was readying the image in a hurry, but he barely noticed that, he was focused on what she showed him, and went eagerly to the next shot.&nbsp; Ed smiled to see that her panties were even lower, and that he could just see the swell of her sex, he sighed, and followed the line of the mouse’s wire.&nbsp; He licked his lips unconsciously, and heaved a sigh as he went to the next image.&nbsp; Here her panties were off, and his eyes were drawn to where her legs nearly met, and the soft, slightly, bushiness to the hair of her sex.&nbsp; He imagined what it might feel like under his fingers, what her scent might be like.&nbsp; Ed again, watched his slideshow…nearly forgetting that he had to answer his mail, continuing to pleasure himself, strongly urged to do with the slideshow moving before him, enticing him to move from one to the next.&nbsp; He moaned softly, and remembered he had an e-mail to answer.<br><br>To:&nbsp; purloined@gmail.com<br>From:&nbsp; DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject:&nbsp; Re:&nbsp; Re: Greetings<br><br>Clean up?&nbsp; It’s perfectly lovely now.&nbsp; I like it…perhaps we can find a way for both of us to enjoy that.&nbsp; But for now, I like it…must be soft to the touch…sliding fingers through, to caress yourself… :) Show me…
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Thousand and One Words (Corwin and Silkcat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 20:36:07</strong>
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				Dana looked about her room, gathering a few things up.&nbsp; She felt like moving quickly, perhaps before her nerve was gone.&nbsp; Then she settled back onto her bed, running her fingers through her pubes, so tempted to just lose herself in self-pleasure right then and there.<br><br>To: purloined@gmail.com<br>From: DJLetter@gmail.com<br>Subject: Re: Greetings<br><br>Perhaps I can do a little cleaning up while you watch.&nbsp; Would you like that?<br><br>* * *<br><br>18: The shot is slightly different - she must have moved around.&nbsp; The top of the image used to be her ribs, now it it is just above her navel, and the zoom is slightly greater.&nbsp; The mouse cable and plug is gone, and where the plug had before been positioned to hide her, the hairs have been slightly disturbed.&nbsp; A knowing eye can just make out the top of one fold of her sex.&nbsp; Her hand is positioned just over the top of her mons, her fingertips just starting to run through her hair.<br><br>19: Her long slender fingers now are buried in her hair, her fingertips again concealing that hint of a sight.&nbsp; She clearly isn't very girly about her fingers - they are clipped short and the nails are unpainted.<br><br>20: One hand is now over the lower half, fingers now pushing up and separating the hairs.&nbsp; A second hand is also now on the scene, holding a pair of quite small scissors.&nbsp; They are open, a tuft of hair pushed up to meet them.<br><br>* * *
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