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GHN - Got Her Now
(mc, MF, nc, cons, love)
By JS3729
E'Mail = JS3729@mindspring.com
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This is a mind control story dealing with a man who suddenly finds he
has
the power to finally marry his true love. The only problem is she's
his best
friend's wife and she doesn't know how he feels, nor does she share
his
feelings.
This will eventually be romantic, but it is non-consentual at first.
Let me know how I'm doing.
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0. Prologue
Finally.
I'm just watching my wife in her garden. She looks as beautiful as
the first time I ever saw her. I can get hard just looking at her
beautiful figure and knowing that I have the same effect on her. Two
people were not meant to be this happy, but we are. This is the story
of how that happened. My wife would tell you herself, but she doesn't
remember a lot of it. She just cares about the here and now.
And I guess that's for the best.
1. Hidden Desire
I knew she was my perfect mate the first moment I saw her. I wanted
nothing more than to wake up next to her every morning for the rest of
my life.
My best friend, Virgil had just come back from the service with medals
and wife in tow. His wife was Marianne and she was the most beautiful
woman I had ever seen. How in the world had he ever managed to trap
such a goddess, and why couldn't I have been the one? They moved in
across the street and I was treated to her sight every day.
He came over immediatley upon settling in and greeted me. We hadn't
seen each other in three years as he was stationed on the other coast.
"Hey, Randy! You don't know how good it is to be back home. Marianne
couldn't wait to move here - she was tired of city life, and so was I.
You still single, old stud?"
"Of course, and we both know I'm no stud. How did you ever find
something that gorgeous and manage to marry her? I would have been so
tongue-tied I wouldn't have been able to speak." I meant every word
of that too. Virgil was the local stud before the service called, and
he was the last person I ever expected to settle down, much less with
perfection.
Virgil laughed and said. "Wouldn't you have married her if you had
the chance? I couldn't stand to see some ofther guy have her, so I
proposed. When she said yes, I realized that I did love her and I
wanted to settle down. I miss all the other chicks I could be having,
but when we go up to bed at night, I no longer see anything but her.
You'll meet her later. I've told her all about you, and it's only
fair you get the chance to defend yourself." he said, slapping me on
the shoulder.
Knowing Virgil the way I did, Marianne probably thought I was the
local rapist, pedophile and peeping Tom all rolled into one. Virgil
loved practical jokes almost as much as much as he loved fucking
women. And he was an expert in both fields. That gave me an idea on
how to win his wife away from him.
I don't know when I decided to steal Marianne away from him, but I
think it was when he said that he proposed just so some other guy
wouldn't get her. I would have proposed for love.
Two days passed and I met Marianne for the first time. She smiled and
hugged me warmly as if she'd known me all her life. I was so
embarrased I turned two different shades of red. She saw that and
gave me an astonished look.
"I can't believe you'd be embarrased by a little hug? After what Virg
said about you, I was half expecting you to grab me and French kiss me
or squeeze my ass or something. Yet, you blush. Has my practical
joker of a husband caught me again?" she said looking at Virgil with
amusement.
Virgil was trying to keep from laughing and not succeeding very well.
He gave it up, finally and broke out in gales of laughter. "You
should have seen your face, honey! You look almost as though you were
disappointed Randy DIDN'T try anything. I got ya this time, babe.
I'm one up now." He had a look of triumph on his face, but Marianne
was furious.
"Virgil, that's not at all funny. I been wanting to meet Randy since
we got here, and see for myself if any of that garbage you fed me was
true. Now, I've went and embarrassed a nice, sweet man, that doesn't
even know me. He probably thinks you marrried some kind of a sex
fiend or something. Wait 'til we get back home. Paybacks are hell,
you know." With that outburst, Marianne came over and gave me small
kiss on the cheek apologizing for earlier. I nearly fainted.
We visited for a couple of hours and Marianne began to relax. When
she heard I was single, she got the look in her eyes all women get
when opportunity for matchmaking kicks in. I've seen that look on
other women before, and it always unnerved me, because it was almost
like the poor guy was being stalked and hunted. With Marianne giving
me that look, I was even more afraid because I wanted me to do the
stalking of her!. Virgil, who by that time was pretty well buzzed,
never noticed a thing. This was getting easier and easier.
The next three months, I kept quiet and observed how they treated each
other. I began to see the signs of restlessness in Virgil again. He
wanted other women, and Marianne was being left alone nights more
often too. Better and Better. It was time for my first move.
2. Phone Call
Through my work (I'm a scientist), I had developed a formula that
bends peoples wills. I rarely, if ever used the formula except to
bail me out of some tight spots. I am so plain looking as a man, that
I finally had to use the formula to get laid. The problem was that I
knew the woman was only letting me screw her because the formula made
her obey my commands, and I could never develop any real feelings of
love. All my life I wanted a family and home I could call me own, but
I was so nerdy that woman ignored me or ridiculed me most of my life.
The only woman that ever was anything close to a real relationship,
broke my heart when she married a man she'd met a week earlier. They
moved out of town,. but not before she told me that I was so lousy a
boyfriend that she had to find a real man before it was too late.
That still hurt and it's been years.
The chemical works in an interesting way. It travels through sound
waves. All I have to do is drink it and speak into a phone or say
something or even use a voice recognition system on a computer to make
the chemical work.
I called Virgil up after taking the chemical.
"Hi buddy, what you got planned this weekend?" I needed to hear his
voice to activate the chemical. Marianne answered and yelled for him.
I had to be careful. I did not want to control Marianne, yet. I
would like to do this without having to control her, but I didn't
think I could succeed otherwise.
Virgil came on the line souinding annoyed. "The game was in the last
two minutes and its tied. This had better be good."
Virgil, you are under my power, you cannot resist me. Each time I
tell you something, you will do it without question. Now send
Marianne out for something. We need to talk alone. Call me back when
she's left. We'll need at least fifteen minutes." I heard him call
for Marianne and I hung up the phone. He called back in about five
minutes.
"She has went to the store. She will be gone a half hour or more."
he said in a monotone voice.
"Good. Listen to these instructions. When you understand them say
the number of the instruction back to me and repeat the instruction.
You will not be able to resist these instructions. They will become
part of your being. They will seem totally natural."
1. You will no longer have sex with Marianne of any kind.
Looking at her nude body makes you ill. You desire and can only
achieve orgasm in women other than your wife. You will make her feel
as though she does not turn you on anymore and you will ask her to
wear sexy clothes for you to help. These clothes you will then take
and give them to your string of mistresses.
2. When you fuck other women, you will arrange for all of your
sessions to be videotaped, and you will climax mightily knowing you
are being recorded. You will want to screw your conquests in your own
bed because you feel safer there.
3. You will not allow Marianne any sort of sexual aids and will
forbid her to masturbate. You will inform her that if she gets too
frustrated to come see me and I will help her over her frustrations.
You will not allow her to have any friends, male or female, over
unless you are there. If a couple joins you for the night, you will
try to screw the woman before they leave. If you cannot, you will
seek out the most expensive whore you can find and have her give you a
blowjob.
4. You will encourage Marianne to think of me as her only friend.
As the only person she can trust. You will hint that I may look
nerdish, but I am a stud in bed. You will inform her that I have
incredible stamina and can last all night. When she asks how you know
this, tell her that we screwed around together a few times when we
were younger. (This was an out and out lie, but I had plans for
Marianne, so this lie wouldn't make any difference)
5. Finally, you will began to have erotic dreams about other men.
You will find yourself masturbating to images of big cocks plowing
into your ass and sucking dicks. As the months go on, you will find
women's bodies increasingly ugly and your wife's the ugliest of all.
You will give into your desires and not touch a woman again. You will
become gay, and live for the touch of a man and the feel of a cock in
your ass and the sensation of your cock in a man's ass. You will not
have any desire for me, though. You will also take pity on your wife
and encourage her to have sex with her only true friend, me. You will
tell her that it is the only way to make you happy as you cannot be
her husband anymore.
I waited for a few minutes and he began to recite the numbers and
instructions back to me. After about fifteen minutes of this, I said
goodbye and hung up the phone.
Now all I had to do was wait.
3. Frustrations at the Neighbors
As I expected, after a month or two, Marianne was increasingly
irritated and horny. I caught her outside when she thought no one was
around ramming the garden hose in and out of her cunt and buying lots
and lots of cucumbers. Virgil, on the other hand was hardly ever
home. He would come stumbling in at one or two in the morning and
ignore his wife trying to kiss him. He was beginning to form
friendships with guys I had never seen before.
I remember one night when Virgil's old sergeant and his wife came over
for a visit. At about midnight, I was awakened with screaming across
the street. It sounded like Marianne. I threw some clothes on and
ran over there. Virgil had given me a key months earlier and I let
myself in.
Up in their bedroom was an astonishing sight. Marianne was tied in a
chair fully clothed and Virgil and the other couple were fucking on
the bed. Vrigil had his dick stuck in the wife's ass while her
husband was getting a blowjob. Marianne was screaming at Virgil to
untie her and let her join them, but they all ignored her. I ran to
her and she saw me and sobbed "Please take me out of here. I can't
stand to watch any more." I looked at Virgil and he ignored us as he
was ramming in and out of his guest's wife. They were all smiling and
happy. Marianne was miserable.
I took back to my house and let her cry it out. My plans were working
beautifully. She finally calmed down, and I asked her what happened.
Her story amazed me.
"Virgil invited his buddy over and his wife without telling me. I
didn't want to socialize with them because they are both bisexual, and
homosexuality makes me sick. Virgil told me if I wanted to join in,
I'd have to let the wife fuck me with a dildo while the husband
screwed him. I nearly vomited at that and I began screaming at him.
The sergeant and Virgil tied me up and told me to watch how loving
people make love. Thank God you came. I was so ashamed." She was
red in the face and truly embarassed. She had never looked so
beautiful. It took all my strength not to strip her naked and fuck
her then, but I knew I had to wait. She looked at me with trust, and
I didn't want to lose that. She begain crying again. I got up to
get a blanket and told her to sleep up in my room and I'd take the
couch. She looked at me suspiciously, and saw no trace of lust or
sexual innuendo and smiled and went upstairs. I got on the couch and
jacked off to the biggest cum I'd had in years. My plans were working
better than I'd hoped.
About six months later, Virgil had stopped coming home altogether. He
woudl come home long enought to change clothes and he would leave
again. He would sometimes bring women home and sometimes he'd bring
guys home. Marianne was now over hear on a daily basis, and she was
more and more friendly to me. I never made any moves on her, but I
got the feeling that she was waiting for me to make a pass at her, so
she could respond without guilt.
I finally asked her what was wrong with Virgil.
"He hasn't touched me in nine months and I'm so horny I can't stand
it. I've went through a dozen cucumbers and I'm on my second hose,
but none of it helps. I tried buying some dildos, but Virgil found
them and threw them out. I finally gave up trying to buy them,
because he'd check all my drawers and destroy whatever he found there.
He's caught me finger fucking myself and told me to stop it or he'd
have his black buddy Tim come over her and fuck me up the ass. Tim
has a fat twelve inch cock, and no way do I want that in me. I
stopped masturbating. I've thought about filing for divorce, but I
don't know anyone in this town. What am I going to do?" She looked
so pitiful, I couldn't stop myself and a wrapped my arms around her.
She hugged me back, and then gave me a soft kiss. She pulled back and
started to leave. I told her anytime she needed anything, I was here.
She left and I jacked off again.
Time for the next step.
4. Video Evidence
I took some of the chemical and called Marianne. This was the first
time I had used the chemical on her.
"Marianne you will listen to what I say and you will obey me. It will
become a part of you. It will be something that you have always
known and believed and with therefore seem totally natural.
I am going to get you two commands. I want you to listen to them and
repeat the numbers and the commands back to me. Do so until I hang up
the phone. Say YES if ouy understand."
"Yes"
"Good. Here are your commands.
1. You will have an uncontrollable urge to go through VIrgil's
video tape collection. When you find the videos Virgil has made with
other people you will become outraged. You will not be able to tell
Virgil about this outrage, you will only be able to tell me. You will
do so not leaving any details out. You will want me to make copies of
these tapes for evidence in the divorce you plasn to file against him.
2. When you meet me with the videos, you will insist we watch
them all together. As the videos run, you will be getting
increasingly horny. So horny in fact, that you must have a cock in
you. You need it, it is the only thing that can satisfy you. You
will not want to have sex with me but your horniness will make you
take me. As we make love, you will realize that this is the best sex
you have ever had in your life and you must have more. Each day you
will want my cock more and more until finally you will become addicted
to my cock and my sperm. You will begin to appreciate the way I've
always been there for you and you will notice that I have never made
any improper moves towards you. You will begin to feel a deep
friendship blooming with me that will grow and grow every time you are
with me.
If you understand these commands repeat them back to me."
She did until I hung up the phone. I had purposely not told her she
would fall in love with me because I wanted her to make that choice.
It was the only way I could be sure that she did love me and was not
following my commands. I had to take the chance that she would leave
and find someone else.
I waited until later that day whn Virgil was home to change clothes
and I called him. He answered and asked "What the hell do you want?"
I simply said "Virgil you will leave your home videos of you screwing
out where Marianne can find them. You will then forget all about them
and forget that you had ever made them. You will now no longer be
able to stand the sight of a naked woman. The only way you can get
sexual satisfaction is from another cock. Repeat this command to me
until I hang up. With each time you recite it, it will become
ingrained on your mind and will become the natural and the right thing
to do."
He repeated it for about ten minutes and I hung up the phone.
Time to wait again.
It took about three days for Marianne to show up carring a large
shopping bag full of video tapes. She was looking very pissed off
about something and was banging my door. Of course, I was in the
shower at the time.
"Just a minute, I'm in the shower" I yelled.
"Hurry up. You have to see these things, I need some advice, Randy."
came Marianne's just barely under control voice.
I towelled off and put on some shorts and a robe. I tied the robe
tight so not to scare her away, and also to give me room to grow (if
you know what I mean). She came barrelling in as soon as I opened the
door, threw her coat on the hall chair and went over to my VCR.
"What's happened, Marianne?"
"The bastard is taping all his affairs. I found these this morining
and I've never been so mad in my life. Now I know why he won't touch
me. Look!" She started up the video and they was Virgil screwing the
hell out of a young blonde girl in some hotel room. Must have been
one of the earlier encounteres. We watched about six more women and
Marianne was starting to get turned on. She was uncosciously rubbing
her big boobs and scooting her ass around on the couch. The girl was
certainly horny.
It was the second scene on the fourth tape that did it. Virgil was
screwing a large black man in the ass, and his large hard dick was
swinging back and forth in time to Virgil's thrusts. This scene was
taking place on Marianne's bed. I figured the black guy was this Tim
she had mentioned before and it sure looked like he could do some
damage with that tool. When the two of them changed positions,
Marianne groaned and grabbed me.
"Please fuck me now, Randy. PLEASE!!! I need a cock so bad. It's
been so long since I've been fucked that I need it. I need a cock
Let me have it, Randy, Pppllleeeaasse!!!"
How could I refuse. Well I had to at least try (to make it look
good). "Are you sure about this, Marianne? You are married to Virgil
and you'd be cheating on him."
The tears were rolling now. "Don't you think I know that! I've
wanted to screw you for months, but I didn't have the nerve. You''ve
been so nice to me, never doing anything to me, never even making any
effort to kiss or hold me unless I wanted you to. I need you now,
Randy. I need to be loved. I need to know somebody cares because its
obvious HE doesn't." she was looking right at Virgil's plunging ass
as he fucked another young girl. This one looked to be underage,
also. This could be REAL interesting at the divorce proceedings.
I looked at the woman I loved and she looked back at me with the need
in her eyes tearing me apart. I simply opened my robe and when she
saw my bulge threw my shorts, she literally ripped them off me and
began to suck on dick. I was hard in an instant. She took my first
load down her throat and she was softly crying.
"God, that felt so good. Lets get you ready again." and she reached
for me again.
"No, Marianne. You did me, it's only fair I return the favor. Please
get undressed and let me see that beautiful body of yours." She tore
her clothes off and I sat back stunned. I mean she was a vision with
clothes on, but naked she was the closest thing to an angel I've ever
seen. All that was needed was the wings - she already had the halo.
She had long thick brunette hair that was so soft a man could lose
himself in it. Her face was the kind that just begs to be kissed and
held. Her breast were large and proud and I wanted to taste all of
them. My eyes travelled down to her navel and it was even gorgeous.
I finally got my gaze down to her legs and what was between them and I
stopped dead. A more perfect pussy I had never envisioned. She
parted her legs slowly letting me appreciate what I was looking at,
and my mouth went down there of its own accord. She gave me the first
of many surprises then.
"You mean you will actually lick me there. No one had ever done that
to me before. I've always wanted somebody to, but Virgil thought it
was filthy."
I put my head up. "What do you mean nobody?"
"Virgil was the first lover I ever had. I was a virgin when we met."
This was exciting news. This would make my plans even easier. Now I
knew that I would only have to beat Virgil out as a lover. And since
I know that Virgil only cared about Virgil when he fucked someone,
that wouldn't be all that difficult.
I began to show Marianne what she had missed by not having a real man
make love to her, and by the noises and sounds of pleasure she was
making I was succeeding. She came the first time with a little
shudder and a look of surprise.
"What was that I just felt? It was soooo good. Can you do that
again, please?"
I looked up again amazed. "You mean you've never felt that before?
That's an orgasm, and nobody should ever make love love without having
at least one good orgasm. Didn't that ever happen with Virgil?
She just looked at me sadly. "Virgil's idea of making love was to see
how fast he could ram his dick in me and cum inside me. I asked him
when we were first married to please lick me like I would suck him,
but he just laughed and said to be happy with what I got. That was
the way things are. Women are to please their men and that should be
enough pleasure for any woman." She was sobbing again. I, however,
was angry. I had had a rack of guilt over what I had put Virgil
through, but I had that no longer. He deserves what he got, and I was
determined that before Marianne left today she would know what true
give and take lovemaking was about.
Soon I was back munching on her cunt and she was coming and coming.
She finally pulled me off her and I saw a look I never expected to see
this soon. I saw love. I hoped I didn't misread it, but I wasn't
going to press it either. She went over to the couch and laid down
and pulled me to her. She just grabbed my cock and guided it into her
and sighed when I penetrated her. Her cunt was so tight, that I truly
could believe she had been a virgin before meeting Virgil. Her vagina
and mine fit together as though we were made to fit each other. I
watched Marianne's face and her eyes registered nothing but sheer joy
and pleasure. She was whimpering and making little sighs of
happiness. I was extremely gentle in my stroking, wanted to prolong
this moment as long as I could. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I
knew that these were my instuctions being carried out, and I shouldn't
read anything into it. But if Marianne was acting, I give her the
Oscar right now. She had me convinced that I was doing something
special to her.
Marianne reached up as we came together and kissed me tenderly like a
wife should kiss a husband when having sex, not as a sex-straved woman
looking for satisfaction. When it was over, we both just laid there
and held each other. I never wanted to move. I was in heaven.
Later on we talked for a bit and I found out something about Marianne
that made me love her even more.
5. Confessions
I began to feel tremendous guilt about what I'd done. I had broke up
a happy marriage so that I could have the wife for myself. What was I
doing. I was just as bad as Virgil, no I was worse. Even though I'd
never see her again, I had to tell Marianne. Though I loved her with
all my heart, it was wrong what I was doing. She belonged to somebody
else And even if that somebody else treated her like dirt, she still
married him for better or worse.
"Marianne, " I started looking into those blue eyes that showed
nothing but love and compassion, "I have a confession to make. I was
trying to make you love me and leave Virgil, so I have been doing
things to him. changing him. I've also done some things to you." I
paused to think how to tell her this when she put her finger to my
lips and shook her head.
"I know, I've always known." she said with not a trace of anger, just
compassion again.
"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.
"I've known since the first day I met you that you were in love with
me. That hug at the door at our first meeting told me all I needed to
know. No one just out to screw somebody would have blushed at a hug,
but you did. I saw in your face how ashamed you were to have me see
you blush, and I knew immediately that you were attracted to me.
When I saw that you went out of your way to be as non-threatening to
me as you could be, even when I practically threw myself on you, I
knew it wasn't only sexual desire. You loved me, all of me. and it
scared the hell out of me."
"Why would it scare you?" I was puzzled.
"Because, Randy I've been deeply in love with you since I first met
you. You were my ideal in a man. You treated a woman as an equal,
not a plaything to show off or a body to deposit fluids in, unlike my
husband who fit both of those definations. Why do you think Virgil
married me?? He never loved me, I just made a good ornament on his
arm. I was also somewhat good in bed or so he said, so that was
another reason for him to keep me. What scared me was the intensity
of the feelings I have for you. You were who I was thinking was
making love to me when Virgil and screwed. There was never nay
lovemaking involved - just Wham Bam, Thank you Maam, that was Virgil's
speciality. When he began to have affairs, I gave a silent prayer of
thanks. Now I could work on the man I wanted to be with me, not the
mistake I married. But you were so afraid of showing your love for
me, that it hurt like hell not to tell you. You have no idea how many
times when I was over here talking to you that I wanted to take you in
my arms and kiss you for hours. But I was raised to belive marraige
was a commitment to another person, and I would NOT cheat on my
husband while I was still living with him."
"Bbbut, you cheated on him today. Why today?"
"This morning before I came over here, I filed the divorce papers with
my attorney. I told him that I had evidence of several instances of
adultery and I didn't want to live with that man anymore. I told him
I would be staying with a friend for the time being."
"You mean..."
"Yes, I'm staying here with the man I love as a roomer until the
divorce becomes final, and then I am going to correct the biggest
mistake of my life and marry the man I should have married in the
first place, if he still wants me."
Now I was the one who was crying and Marianne took me in her arms and
with made soft gentle love again.
6. Further Developments
Marianne and I expected to have an easy time with the divorce. What
we didn't expect was Virgil contesting every step of the way. All of
the evidence pointed to his infidelity, but somehow he won the
judgment and Marianne remained his wife.
Virgil then came over to me to tell me they were moving back across
country and to never contact him again. He also got an order against
me ever coming within one hundred feet of him or his wife. Marianne
was fighting back tears, but she had no choice.
The day they left is burned into my consciousness. Virgil made sure I
had no time alone with Marianne and I didn't even get to tell her
goodbye.
That was the last I saw of them for four years.
I had moved to the west coast to start over again. To many bad
memories of the old neighborhood and my business contacts were drying
up. I was hired on as a large chemical company in California and I
moved lock, stock and barrel.
I had been there a week when I got a phone call. It was Marianne.
"Randy, can I come over. please?"
"What about Virgil?"
"Virgil died a year ago of AIDS. He was trolling the gay bars of
Frisco. We haven't lived together since we moved here. I'm living at
home with my parents. Have been for four years."
"Why didn't you call me?"
"I couldn't. I wanted to start a new life. I wanted to see if I
could live without you. I wanted to be on my own as an independant
woman."
"And did you?"
"Yes and I was more and more miserable every day. Every time I dated
a man, I'd see you. I compared how they treated me to how you treated
me and I began to cry. I finally tracked down a friend of yours and
got your number again. I had thrown it out earlier when I was
determined to make it on my own. Your friend had said you'd moved out
here, and its taken me a week to find you new number."
I didn't want to ask this next question, but I had to.
"Marianne, you said Virgil died of AIDS. Have you been checked?"
"There's no need to. We never had sex since he started screwing men
when we still lived back east. I got tested anyway, and I'm clean as
a whistle. Also very, very lonely and I miss my lover and my friend."
"I'll be waiting Marianne, just as I have been for four years." I
head her sobbing as I hung up the phone.
7. Finally
She arrived the next day and we were married the next weekend. We
haven't been apart for more than two days in a row, and we are even
more in love with each other than when we got married. Unfortunately
we have no children as Virgil made Marianne get her tubes tied so that
she could screw without him worrying about having to support a kid.
I've offered several times to tell Marrianne the whole story, but she
says the past is past and that's where it should stay.
I so looked forward to waking up with her next to me, and we usually
sleep nude because we simply can't keep our hands off each other. We
have sex whereever and whenever we want and we always come togther.
She went back to school and took up nursing. She now works nights
(like me) and she has just made supervisor. The sex that day lasted
nearly seven hours.
I still have my chemical, but the only time I use it now is to make
our love life even better. I've shown it to Marianne and I've found
she's got a wonderful kinky side to her.
The other day, I was persuaded to dress up in clothes so that I looked
like a bum. She came in dressed to the nines as a high society lady.
The premise was the lady was taking pity on the poor downtrodden old
man and she felt like giving him a charitable blowjob. Needless to
say, it didn't stop there.
My favorite role when we play our games has to do with cheerleading.
As a boy I had a severe crush on a cheerleader named Tracie. She, of
course, ignored me, but somehow the slightly larger and more curved
version I was now undressing simply adored me.
Boy, ain't love wonderful.
The End
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