Inseparable - Page 348

I keep thinking back to the passion filled evening I spent at the mansion and, even though I know it’s not the common way for a modern 21st-century woman to lose her virginity, I cannot think of anything more exciting I’ve ever done in my entire life and I wish I could experience that same kind of delicious pleasure and passion again.

Stacy and I often sit up late at night, discussing our dreams for the future and I realized that most of mine have not come true. Stacy feels that we should start thinking of expanding our magazine by also writing about subjects other than food and travel, but I feel like we should concentrate on just those two subjects for the moment. I know that Stacy’s ideas are a good one, but I don’t want to lose focus now that everything is running so smoothly.

“I think we can start branching out into new areas as soon as we really feel comfortable with our readership and understand them a bit better,” I say and Stacy thinks about it for a moment before nodding her head.

“I guess you’re right… Perhaps I’m just being too excited about all of this. To be honest, I can’t think of a time in my life when I have been as passionate and amped for anything as I am right now!”

“I know exactly what you mean, to me this all still feels like a dream sometimes and if only I can meet the right guy now, my life would be one hundred percent fulfilled,” I say with a bit of a sigh.

“Don’t tell me about it! I used to date on and off before we started this magazine, but right now I’m focusing on my work so intensely that I can’t even remember the last time I went to a restaurant with anyone other than you,” Stacy says.

“It’s a real pity you and I cannot have a love relationship,” I say with a naughty grin and Stacy slaps me a mile.

“Don’t get started with me… You really are a gorgeous girl and if you don’t like boys I’m sure you can find yourself a couple of hot redhead gals in LA to keep you happy,” she laughs.

“No, I’m okay… I think.” I find myself wondering if that’s really true. Whether I really am okay. Now that I’ve tasted the seduction of professional success it’s quite easy for me to understand how some women spend the rest of their lives just chasing professional promotion without ever sitting down with the guy. There’s something about it which is so empowering and reassuring that it would be easy to forget that I’m also a woman.

“Do you think it would be possible to run a business like ours and also have a man in your life at the same time?” I ask out of the blue and Stacy seems slightly caught offside by my unusual question. She thinks about it carefully before answering.

“You know what? That’s actually a very good question… I haven’t thought about it myself, but when I think of all the time we are spending at the magazine I wonder if there really is place for a man in my life right now…”

“That’s exactly what I thought. But then again, just exactly when do you think it will ever change? The better we do with the magazine the more we are going to invest our time and efforts in it and somewhere along the line we need to make a decision about also having a personal life on the side,” I say.

Stacy doesn’t have a ready answer to my concerns, so we just start talking about something else. But late

r that night, when I lie awake in my brand-new king-size bed, I think back to the night at the mansion. The more I think back about it, the more I seem to remember the blonde guy with the Dragon tattoos… Everyone else who took part in that night of passion have faded from my memory, but for some reason that one blonde guy seems to have come more sharply into focus as I keep running over the things we did upstairs in the mansion at the night of the auction.

“I just wish I could’ve met you under different circumstances,” I whisper to no one in particular and my hand sneaks down to my pussy and starts exploring its wet depths as I try to remember exactly how his touch felt against my naked body. In my mind’s eye I can see his cock standing erect and I can still recall how it tasted when I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it all the way down my throat… Spicy and salty, with just a tang of lust and desire thrown into the mix to make it taste absolutely perfect.

I insert two fingers into my pussy and start finger fucking myself until my breathing becomes erratic with the sense of pleasure and excitement… I move my entire hand over the length of my erect clit with fast movements and feel myself sliding even closer to the valley of delight as my excitement keeps growing. I see his gorgeous blue eyes in my imagination and remember the thrill of watching his naughty smile as he shoved his cock all the way into me… It all becomes too much and the next moment my entire body is racked with spasms of exquisite pleasure as I reach an intense climax. I moan loudly as waves of pleasure wash over me and I find myself yearning for him… wishing that he could be right there next to me to share the moment.

I get up from the bed and decide to take a hot shower. Anything just to get my mind off that guy! But even as I stand there underneath the soothing hot water droplets, I can’t seem to banish him out of my mind. I keep thinking of his look, his touch, his smell and, most of all, his incredible towering presence which seemed to possess my entire body and soul as he fucked me senseless that evening at the mansion.

When I finally fall asleep that evening I dream of him and I wake up the next morning feeling even more near than the night before.

“Just get to work and you’ll soon forget all about him,” I tell myself, but I know it’s a lie. As the day progresses at the office, I keep thinking of him all the time and I start fearing that this might be some kind of obsession… an obsession with absolutely no future, as I have no idea where he is and, even if I did, I know that he probably thinks of me as nothing more than a sexual object which provided him and his biker friends with some fun for one evening.

When I eventually manage to start focusing on an article which I’m writing about a new restaurant in town, I feel a sense of relief and inspiration as the subject finally fills my mind with thoughts other than the blonde biker guy with the dragon tattoos.

Just when I’m nicely settled and engrossed in my work, Stacy walks into my office and interrupts me.

“I’m really sorry to disturb you honey, but there is someone here to see you and I really think you’re going to want to see him too,” she says.

“Oh Stacy, can you do me a favor and just take care of it? I really don’t have time to see anyone now and I’m just getting along nicely with this article over here,” I say, thinking that it’s probably a photographer or one of the new journalists I’ve hired.

“Like I said… I think this is one office call you want to take personally,” Stacy said and before I can repeat my request that she should handle it herself, I see someone appearing behind her in the door. I feel more than just a little irritated and I’m just about to tell the guy that he should leave with Stacy so she can help him with whatever business brought him into my office but when she moves away and I can see who it is standing behind her. At first, my mind refuses to accept the signals which my eyes are sending to my brain… Surely it cannot be? But it is… It’s the Dragon tattoo guy from the mansion!

“I’m really sorry to disturb you in your active labor, but I thought I’d just drop by and say hi,” he says as if it’s the most natural thing in the world for a guy who’s taken part in a gangbang with me to show up at my work and shoot the breeze. I get up very slowly, partially out of shock and partially in an attempt to stop myself from hyperventilating.

“How did you find me… I mean, what do you want… I mean…”

“For the owner of a brand-new magazine you’re not too smooth with words, are you?” He says and I know he’s just making a joke to break the tension, but I feel slightly irritated with what he just said.

“Well, to be perfectly honest with you, it’s not every day that someone like you arrives here unannounced and I wasn’t exactly preparing myself to make a neat little speech to someone who has… how shall I put it, spent such a raucous time with me a couple of evenings ago.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything, no need for you to get riled up or twist your panties in a knot,” he says, “I was just wondering if you would like to go out for a couple of drinks with me later today.”

Just like that. The guy I’ve been fantasizing about for the last couple of days finally stands in front of me and he’s acting so obnoxious that I simply cannot find it within myself to say yes to him. A certain part of my body is telling me that I’m an absolute idiot; that I should just jump at this opportunity and have some drinks with him and then go back to his place and bang his brains out… But I’m at work and my intellectual side gets the better of me.

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