A quick check shows the room is still empty so she has time to brush her hair and put her shoes back on before Mysterite arrives. “But I wonder why they called him SS14?”
Sharon decides to check the balcony view just in case she has been followed. The night air is now full of the sounds of ardent, passionate lovemaking. Sharon’s heart is racing again, this time with sexual tension and suddenly she knows she is not alone.
A strong hand pushes her neck down firmly, preventing her from turning and the soft hardness she has been yearning for all night is nuzzling between her legs. In an instance she is penetrated, arching her back to take the full length. “Oh, Mysterite, thank God you’ve come!”
”I haven’t come yet, Sharon,” he laughs, “I think you’ll know when I do.”
Something is wrong. Wrong voice, wrong smell, the hairs on his arms are not as she remembers. This is not her Mysterite!
Thu Jul 15 06:07:54 1999