DADT

Soon dear. I promise.

TA, without you how would I be able to go on?

PURRRRRR!

Good to know. I'll weave it into the plot of a future Darling M Story.

I'm the one getting by on too little sleep because I have to stay up writing smut for your insatiable appetites. I give, and I give, and it never seems to be enough. Where's TA? My temples are throbbing.

You say that now. But after about 10 appointments, you'll want to go to 2 full hours.

TA, for you I'll work overtime. Oh sweetheart. Look at your poor neglected thighs. We must stroke them and get the blood circulating. And since I'm here anyway, why don't I use my thumbs to apply just a little pressure to those lovely hollows either side of your special place. For purely therapeutic reasons you understand. When I do that it tends to cause the lips to open and that is usually quite relaxing. Can you wait your turn for that?

Sweetie, you have no idea how popular you are.

Shelly, we've talked about this. You will get it when its ready, and not before. You are going to like it. The gals in this one are almost 3-D.

SSHHH! I'm working here. Take a number. I'll be with you in an hour. Missed you!

I'll hold you to that!

Lady, I'm sorry. People kept trying to talk to me and breaking my concentration. Asking me about some guy called ROLF. Never heard of him. I really want to get this right. Do have time for a Do Over?

Darling M: Thank you. That concludes my research, unless you want to add any other inklings of your tastes and proclivities? I am honored to write you a fantasy. I hope I do you justice. Achingly yours, DADT

Say again? I'm sorry you'll have to speak up. There's too much orgasmic screaming in my ear.

Darling M. Good morning. Lets see. I'm pretty easy to please. Your unquenchable lust will suffice. Tell me something. In your voyeuristic fantasies (and don't even try to pretend you don't have them) which toy do you conveniently happen to find just when you need it? Or are you completely Au Naturelle in your dreams. Your humble plaything, DADT

TA: You spoil me rotten. By all means stimulate my brain. Just don't stop with the finger slaves. PURRRRR! Darling M: Your "extra credit" is getting really good.

What was that? I can't hear very well with thighs wrapped around my ears. Shelly, ROFL = ?

Oh Darling M. Always putting the group before yourself. What a treasure. I only hope my "Extra Credit" will prove worthy of you. I'm thinking of a Voyeuristic fantasy for you to enjoy for "Alone Time" sometime next week. With your permission I would like to make you the protagonist of this steamy tale. How would you like that? And I promise this one will be yours and yours alone. Imagine me breathlessly whispering in your ear. Inspirational M. Your encouraging words spur me on. A masterpiece? You flatter me. I imagine my naughty thoughts arousing you just enough to make you caress your inner thighs. And if I word it just so, perhaps you'll want to stroke your sensual belly with your finger tips. Could I make you yearn enough that you massage your breasts? Would it be possible to make you want to close your eyes and imagine that strong arms are holding your legs so firmly you can't escape from the skilled tongue that teases you into insanity? Could my silly stories do any of that?

I'm touched that you think that I'm up to the challenge. I'll do my best to make Isabelle & Francesca come to life for you. And I promise that you will not think you are reading the script from a low budget, all girl, skin flick. Darling M, I hope you are not hurt that this won't be yours exclusively. The other girls asked ever so nicely. How could I turn them down? Sweet TA, are you on-call to help me when I get writer's block?

SWOON x 3. Where have you been? I'm a wreck! Yes, right there. And maybe a bit over there. PURRRR! Question for the audience: Other than the Darling M, does anyone else want a girl/girl story this week? Or should I just deliver it to her via PM, and think of something else for the rest to read during "Alone Time?"

SWOON! Intelligence & wit are outrageously sexy. But why am telling you this? Like you need telling. You Unattainable Minx. Oh really? Perhaps I have a few demands of my own. What say you to that Professor? As if I could possibly say "NO" to you Darling M. What sort of spicy ingredients shall I cook in for you? Should Isabelle be a practicing lesbian who came out two years ago after realizing that men just didn't know how to handle the full power of her sensuality? And is Francesca a recent divorcee, who was Isabelle's BFF during their sorority days (Where? Vassar maybe?), and realizes now, 10 years after college, that she needs to scratch her bi-curious itch which has been burning since sophomore year? Does that stir your pot, Sweetie? If I did, it would be the sweetest of endings! I would be unbelievably silky and fit you perfectly. I would support your "girls" with every fiber of my being. I would never squash them uncomfortably together ever. Each would be deliciously snug in my soft embrace. DOUBLE SWOON!

Moi, a Talented Male Writer? Really? (blush, blush). Oh Mother would be so proud. She would be overjoyed to know that my facility with words is being devoted to arousing extremely intelligent and sensual women. It was always her fondest wish that I would find a niche in the Arts. Professor, how can the male students in your classes concentrate? Even the site of you in mechanic's overalls would give me painful wood. Then you whisper in my ear that you want me to tell a tale of how tall, dark, statuesque Isabelle pressed her toned muscular thigh between the legs of fair, willowy, Francesca, who had always yearned to feel another woman's breath on her neck, and have her breasts and buttocks caressed by soft, feminine finger tips. Honestly, I wouldn't know where to start. I devour your praise as others would food and drink. Do you believe in reincarnation? I do. I plan to come back as your bra, you smokin slice of babedom. (Forgive me professor, am I being too familiar?)

Sorry guys. Between lack of inspiration and lack of time this week's smutty story has been canceled. I'll try to do better next week.

Beautifully Said.

Shelly & Lady cut it out or I'll go into retirement. The story will be delivered when its good and ready. Did I disappoint last time? Where's that sweet girl who does massages. I'm so tense now!