Unlimited
Sexual Favors
By
Cephalgia
and MJ
You know, I'm not
the type to objectify women by using them as mindless sexual objects in my
daydreams and nightly fantasies. I'm
not. Matter of fact - what sexual
fantasies? I do not indulge so.
I don't! Honest.
If I have a moment of weakness and succumb to the siren call of
daydreaming in the midst of a busy workday, I can assure you my head is not
filled by wanton visions of female flesh.
Nu-huh.
Nope.
Not I.
I, my dear
readers, am the type who imagines strolling down wind swept beaches of white sand,
holding hands with the love of my life who is actually a nurse or a pre-school
teacher and is wearing sensible sandals and long linen pants. There might be a kiss or two exchanged, timid
expressions of our gentle and everlasting love for each other and our cats.
Yup-ah. Just like that. And I most certainly do not, as some might
dare intimate, produce in my head graphically explicit home movies about my
straight next-door neighbor. I do not
imagine minute details of the arch of the back of the woman across from me on
the train ride to work. I would never
try to visualize the traffic cop without her clothes, just standing there in
the street, motioning for me to come through…
I leave that
to professionals. And then I read about
it.
Which is why,
dear readers, I would point you to the direction of Cephalgia and MJ's new story. Not because I would dare insinuate that you
are the types to enjoy that kind of ungodly, hot, sticky smut, but simply to
point out to you to what arousi- erm, disturbing lengths certain people will go
just to describe all different ways in which one woman can sexually satisfy
another.
Many different
ways. Many different times. *And* there's honey involved…
Go.
Read.
But, folks,
I'm a professional so, please, DO NOT READ THIS AT WORK. I mean it.
(Wooooo!)