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Written by: The Dolphin

The girl in this story is a real person, an ex-girlfriend of mine.  We
parted amicably, and I still care about her a lot.  This story is a
work of fiction - it never happened, although I have shared it with
her, and she enjoyed it.  I hope you do too!  The names have been
changed to protect us both.  Georgetta is the name of another girl
that I have desired, but the physical descriptions of my heroine are
of my ex-girlfriend.
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The story so far:

Our lovely heroine, Georgetta, arrived home from work one Friday night
to discover a box had been left for her from her lover, Chris.  Taking
the box upstairs and opening it, she discovered a letter and a sexy
black leather outfit.  It seems that Georgetta and Chris had made a
bet, and Chris had won.  His reward was her following the instructions
in the letter.  Georgetta read the letter and proceeded to get dressed
like, well, a motorcycle slut (leather halter and miniskirt, fishnet
stockings, black boots).  She had then been instructed to pour herself
a glass of wine and begin reading the trashy romance novel Chris had
sent.  

After reading several delicious and sensuous chapters, she had needed
more wine.   She had just settled back into her chair with her second
glass of wine, and resumed reading.  She opened the book to her
bookmark and started on the next chapter...


Chapter 3:  Georgetta:  Scenes from a Trashy Romance Novel


Donna opened her eyes and stared into darkness.  She blinked several
times, but still could not see anything.  Then she realized she was
blindfolded.  Worse, they, whoever they were, had gagged her as well.
Her mouth tasted funny.  She tried to spit it out but found she
couldn't.  It took her a few minutes to regain her thoughts and assess
what was going on.   She felt like she was laying on her back, that
much she could figure out.  Something soft, most likely a bed.  

She tried to move her arms but realized that they were fastened above
her head.  Same with her legs.  She could feel they were tied to
something else as well.  She was basically tied spread-eagled on a
bed, blindfolded and gagged.   She also felt a little cold, but could
still feel her bra straps across her chest and the waistband of her
panties.  So she wasn't naked, but certainly not fully clothed either.
"This is not good," she thought to herself, not for the first time.  

She tugged with each arm, and then tried to move her legs, but to no
avail.  She was tied tight and not going anywhere until someone
decided to let her go.

She heard the door open and footsteps approach the bed.  She turned
her head towards the sound, but still could not see anything - the
blindfold cut off all of her sight.  Then she felt fingers on the side
of her face.  She turned away, and then realized that they were
caressing her face, and not hurting her.  She felt the hand work
slowly and softly down her cheek and ear, to her neck, caressing and
touching the sides of her neck and under her chin.  The one hand was
joined by a second, alternating between her earlobes, her neck, and
her chin.  Despite herself, Donna thought it felt quite nice.

The hands stopped and she heard footsteps move away from the bed.
Then she heard the music begin.  It was a jazz song.  For some reason
it made her think of her ex-fiancé - he had always loved listening to
jazz and they had frequently made love to the sounds of jazz on the
stereo.  Then she heard the steps approaching her again, and then the
wait and feeling of someone sitting on the bed next to her.  The hands
returned, stroking and caressing her face and neck, occasionally
moving to her upper chest.  Then she felt his hands on her gag,
loosening it.  He pulled it from her mouth.  Donna worked her tongue,
lips, and jaw, trying to moisten her dry mouth.  Then a few splashes
of a liquid were dropped into her mouth.  She tasted it and realized
it was water.  A hand reached behind her neck and lifted her head
upwards, and a glass was placed against her lips, allowing her to
drink.  She took several swallows before the glass was lifted away.

"Please let me g-" she started to say when her lips were covered by
his.  In shock, she turned away from the kiss, but he placed his hands
on either side of her face and turned her to him.  He kissed her
again, although she didn't return the favor.  But there was something
strangely familiar about his kiss...

Then his lips were on her neck, and nibbling softly on the sides of
her neck, up and down, and to that little spot on the right side of
her neck that was just so sensitive, and then back to her lips.  This
time, she kissed back, surprising herself.  His lips left hers, and
returned to that sensitive spot on her neck.  They worked downwards,
down her upper chest and to the top of her straining breasts, kissing
and nuzzling between them.  She felt his hands reach behind her for
the clasp of her brasserie, and lifted her back up slightly to help.

"There are only two men in this world that know how sensitive that
spot on my neck is," she thought to herself as the mysterious stranger
finished removing her bra and started kissing her breasts.  "One was
her now ex-lover Vernon, who she had left in the hotel room with that
slut Kendra, the other her   ex-fiancé, David.  But which one of the
two of them was doing this.  It can't be Vernon - he could never have
gotten down to the hotel parking garage in time to catch her from
behind.  That meant it had to be..."  Then she felt that distinctive
nibbling sensation on her left breast and knew it to be -

"David! -  David let me go you son-of-a-bitch!  How dare you do this
to me!"  she yelled at him.  A chuckling sound let her now she had
guessed correctly.  "Let me out of these ropes you bastard!" she
screamed at him, trying to twist her body and breasts away from his
kisses.

"Quiet, m'love" or I'll need to put the gag back in" he said to her.
"You just lay there and enjoy this evening's attention"  He moved his
lips down from her breasts, softly nibbling down her stomach and
caressing the space of skin just above her womanhood.  She felt him
grasp the fabric of her panty with both hands and then heard a ripping
noise as he ripped one side of the fabric.  She felt him slide the
remainder of the garment down her left leg, and then gasped as he
pressed his lips and tongue against her most sensitive spot.

Despite her cries to stop, that they had broken up, that she didn't
want him to do this, that he was a bastard and had left her for
another woman, David continued his affections to her womanhood, and
she could feel her excitement rising inside her.  Her protestations
died away as she was swept away in the exotic feelings he produced
within her.  She struggled weakly against the bonds holding her hands,
and then gave up, allowing him to take her.  As the moment came, she
shook with ecstacy, and lay there, allowing the emotions and feelings
to sweep through her.

Then he was inside her.  She felt his manhood penetrate deep into her,
and she found herself raising her hips to take him, to feel him.  They
moved together, she moving upwards, he driving into her.  She heard
his cries as he achieved his release and shook within her before
collapsing on  top of her.

After several minutes, he reached up and removed her blindfold.  She
squinted in the light, realizing that it was only from a few candles
he had placed around the bed.  She looked around and recognized the
decor and furnishings of the Ritz Carlton!  She had never even left
the hotel!

As she started to ask him to explain, he again dropped his lips to her
womanhood and began again, this time slower and more languorously than
the first time.  Hours and hours passed, it seemed to her, as she lay
there upon the bed.  She could feel the sheets grow wet beneath her,
as David brought her to a second and then third release.  His hands
roamed her body, caressing her breasts, moving up and down her legs.
After the third release he slowly stopped and lifted his body from
hers.

She felt his hands on her legs, releasing the ties from each foot.  As
she stretch and flexed each leg he moved to her arms and release each
one.  He laid down beside her and she rolled towards him, enveloping
his face with kisses.  She moved herself on top of him, and found him
ready for her again.  This time she moved slowly atop him, feeling his
hardness within herself.  She watched his face and eyes, trying to
gauge his level of excitement, slowing as she thought he neared
release.  Finally, as her thighs began to burn, she quickened the pace
of their lovemaking, and felt him achieve his release.  She collapsed
on top of him, holding him in place inside her.

"You have a lot of explaining to do," she said to him.


Georgetta turned the page in the novel and found a post-it note from
Chris.  It said:


That's all for your reading enjoyment this evening.  You can finish
the book another time.  Now it's time to proceed to the next activity
in this night's entertainment plans.  If you are still willing to
participate, open the envelope at the back of this book.

			Chris


Georgetta thought for a few moments.  She really wanted to see what
happened next in the story, find out whether Donna took David back or
got back together with Vernon.  She was also feeling very aroused.
That last scene had really turned her on, and she was more than a bit
curious as to what else Chris had planned for her.

She found the envelope stapled into the back of the book.  Ripping it
from the book cover, she opened it to find a second envelope and a
sheet of paper with further instructions.  The sheet read:




Georgetta,

I hope you have enjoyed your evening so far.  I have put a
considerable amount of work into this fantasy, and hope to allow you
to experienced one of the most incredible nights of your life.  You
now need to decide if you want to follow through where I am about to
take you.  You may have a slight idea based on your attire and the
last scene in the novel.  I assure you that you will not be hurt, and
that we will have a most incredible night of lovemaking and pleasure.

If you agree, then you are first to clean-up the wine glass and leave
the novel on the counter in the kitchen.  Then take the remaining
envelope into the bedroom and get the second box from inside the first
carton I left for you.  I will soon be there, my darling, and promise
to make incredible love to you regardless of your decision as to where
this night goes.  I can only imagine how incredibly sexy and desirable
you look right now, dressed in the boots and leather I have provided
for you.

Finally, if at any time this night is not going as you would desire
and want to stop the fantasy, you are to say "Thunderbird".  That will
be our code word to let me know that you want to stop and talk.
Otherwise, I will continue with my plans for the evening and assume
that I have your agreement.

For now, my love,

Chris





To be Continued in Chapter 4:  Fit to be
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