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"The Psychic Seducer"
By Paul S. Stevens
Chapter #4
In my search to learn all I could about my situation, I continued trying to seek out solutions on the Internet. I was getting better at using the computer's search engine to pin down more specific information on the subject of psychic phenomenon and its connections to puberty and sexual desires. A promising looking link sent me to an unexpected porn site. As the page opened, it scared me for a second as all I could think about was how, at this very moment, my foster mom or dad could walk in on me and catch me looking at porn. I didn't want my privileges to be taken away so soon after discovering the world through my new computer. I had a long way to go before I exhausted all the leads to revealing the elusive answers I was seeking, so I needed to tread lightly.
My instinct was to maneuver away from the site, but a video snapshot of a hot scene caught my eye, and I impetuously opened the link just to take a quick peek and satisfy my teenage curiosity. A few seconds later, after clicking on `Enter', falsely attesting that I was over eighteen, a video window appeared and began to play what I could only describe as an incredibly graphic hardcore porn scene. My heart began to race as the action unfolded. It took place outside in a far away corner of what looked like a crowded shopping mall parking lot where one older teen boy was giving his friend the hottest blowjob I'd ever seen. They were clearly not concerned that they were performing their sex act in public and were carelessly enjoying themselves in the passenger's seat of an expensive looking sports car. I sprang one of the fastest and hardest boners of my life as I watched with wide-eyed wonder and anticipation. I was immensely titillated by what they were doing. I had never seen a hardcore video before with guys who were super endowed with full grown, macho-man sized genitalia.
On one hand, my heart pounded as I got mesmerized by the sheer size of the two cocks on the boys in the video while on the other hand, I kept my twitching finger poised over the mouse button, ready to exit-out of the site at the slightest hint of footsteps outside my bedroom door. I was excited beyond measure, knowing the two boys in the video were engaging in something they shouldn't have been doing while I was watching them, knowing full well I was also doing something I shouldn't have been doing. The video continued to enthrall me as the two boys in the scene switched places with each other and continued their mutual blowjobs.
As I lost myself in the erotic visualization of the video, I started to imagine that the strangers in the video were replaced by my two best friends, Carl and Freddie. They were both performing the very same sex act as the two strangers in the video. In my mind, they were performing exclusively for me as I eagerly looked on with wild delight. I watched the two teens in the video using my own two eyes while I imagined watching Carl and Freddie in my virtual world using my psychic mind's eye. The idea was so hot that I felt a distant orgasm grow closer in intensity. It felt incredibly awesome, but I didn't think there was any chance that I could shoot a load without touching myself, so I ignored the signs and continued to fuel my fantasy as I enjoyed the escalating tingles.
The boys in the video were coming close to their boiling point as their moans escalated into a passionate frenzy. Carl and Freddie were so hot that they caused me to imagine I was going to shoot my own load right along with them. The more I watched, the more I began to feel my balls tighten and fill my firing chamber with a load of hot sperm juice that began to overpower my fragile floodgates and come alarmingly close to spilling over.
Then, the two boys in the video moved out of the passenger's seat and leaned against the side of the car. They stood side by side as they spread their legs wide apart and began jacking their huge cocks into a blistering spectacle of skillful stroking propensity. In my mind, Carl and Freddie's eyes rolled back in their heads as their legs began to quiver and tremble, nearly collapsing as they approached their orgasm. In a climactic video finale, the two video boys began to discharge their huge guns and began shooting their combined cum-loads together. They splattered their sperm rich loads onto the shopping mall parking lot pavement in a cumshot flurry of flying cock juice. Carl and Freddie lost control and flung their loads in all directions as they heaved out of breath. I was stunned as I suddenly got pushed over the edge and began to shoot-off my own cum-load. I unexpectedly pumped my entire load into my pants as I watched the video boys drain their balls while Carl and Freddie exploded, overwhelming my fantasy. All four boys were busting their combined nuts together, shooting their prizes with gusto, both in the real world and within my private little psychic fantasy.
I struggled to maintain my finger over the mouse button as my senses got blown away, teetering back and fourth between the real world and my all-consuming fantasy world. As my orgasm immersed me in a pool of indescribable joy, I closed my eyes and saw brilliant colors dance on the inside of my eyelids as my body shuddered with each contraction of my climax. I felt that familiar wave of bliss overtake me as I ascended to the heavens, while at the same time, feeling that odd sensation that my warm sticky cream was spreading ever so gradually inside my pants. It oozed out into the confined space, making it feel like I had just done something utterly nefarious. I was learning all kinds of things with my new computer and just having had a hands-free orgasm was yet another first for me.
As I slowly floated down from my blissful high, I was suddenly startled by the sound of footfalls outside my bedroom door.
Even though my heart skipped a beat, I remained intentionally calm. I clicked the mouse button I had been prepared to utilize to close the video window on my computer screen and maneuver away from the porn site I had fraudulently entered. Then, I suddenly panicked when the window failed to close and a pop-up window appeared in its place, asking if I was sure I wanted to exit. Then, upon clicking `yes' to the question, my situation got further complicated by a flashing red banner that appeared, presenting an offer to become a member at a reduced rate. The banner bounded with all the undue flourish and fanfare of a circus ringmaster. I heard the approaching footsteps momentarily pause just outside my door. I flew into a panic when a nerve shattering knock caused my blood to run cold. I doubled my efforts to escape the predicament I was in and the site finally relinquished control back to me as the window leisurely closed and transported me back to my innocuous desktop.
"Come in," I attempted to calmly call out as I tried to regain my composure. The nerve-racking series of unexpected complications, no doubt left me looking as white as a ghost.
It was my foster dad who had come knocking. He entered my room and closed the door behind him as if he were seeking to have some kind of privacy between us. The fact that my foster dad had come knocking at my door at this exact moment in time was no coincidence. He was innocently passing by my door when he got drawn to me like a moth to a flame. I had been unknowingly transmitting a very hot psychic wave as I shot my load into my pants and as he got close enough to my room, he got caught up in it. He wasn't directly aware that, behind my closed door, I was climaxing, but it did trigger a response within him that made him feel left out, and he desperately wanted to be a part of it.
"Hey, Simon," he said as he sat on the corner of my bed. "How's the new computer working for you?"
I turned away from the computer in my new office desk chair and swiveled around to face him.
"It's awesome," I answered.
As he beheld me, his eyes got inexplicably drawn to my crotch.
"It must have been!" he said, looking directly at my embarrassing cum-spot. "Judging by the size of that wet-spot there, you've been having a pretty awesome time, all right."
"Dad!" I squealed with mortified shame. I must have turned bright red, and then some.
Once he saw my tenting cum-spot on my pants, his semi erect cock, that he had entered my room with, rapidly expanded into a full sized erection of his own. My first instinct was to cover myself, but the cat was already out of the bag, so I saw no point in trying to hide it anymore. In the panic stricken moments of trying to put the computer into a safe condition to avoid getting caught, I had totally forgotten about the need to conceal the cum-spot on my pants and ended up exposing myself anyway.
"So tell me," he questioned as his eyes widened. "How good was it? It's so great to be young and horny. Enjoy it now while you can, Simon. I don't know why that `Company' keeps sending those doctors here to check on you. You're as healthy as a horse. You certainly cum like one!"
"Oh my god! Dad!" I squealed again from the awkwardness of his titillated state.
"Its okay, Simon, I understand," my foster dad said, trying to calm me down. "Just don't let your mom catch you at it. I don't think she'll be nearly as understanding as I am."
I was now sensing something awkward coming from my foster dad. He seemed to be in control of himself, but his thoughts were undeniably salacious in nature and they were starting to grow more intense. I wasn't exactly scared, but I didn't want my foster dad to respond the way my birthday friends had and start undressing. That would have been creepy. Nevertheless, he was already sexually aroused when he stumbled into my sphere of influence from out in the hallway. I felt my psychic connection to my foster dad's wavelength get drawn closer together and finally snap into place. His close proximity to me opened a floodgate in his mind and a string of memories began to emerge. Initially, seeing my wet spot had struck a chord within him. It had reminded him of a time when he was my age, having innocent sexy fun, by himself, as well as with his guy friends.
Then, a series of vague psychic images began to flow. I could see a lifetime of sexual experiences flash through his mind that wasn't like anything I'd ever sensed from him before. Witnessing my foster dad's cascading succession of erotic images caused my boner to stiffen even harder than it was, and that pushed him even deeper into an aroused state that caused even more profound erotic images to rise to the surface. That, in turn, opened a small portal that I could psychically peek into that revealed secrets he probably never told anyone in his life. I immediately got the understanding that he had engaged in many sexual experiences in his past that included virtually every type of erotic encounter. I could see that his vast relationships ranged from hard and rough to sweet and tender. He also enjoyed a variety of partners, equally favoring both sexes. After witnessing all that, my foster dad then returned to his fondest memories, the ones where he enjoyed his sweetest sexual encounters of all, sucking and stroking his closest friends, back when he was thirteen to sixteen years old. Those were the happy times which shaped his sexual identity, molding him into who he was today.
"Thanks Dad," I quietly acknowledged as I continued to sense my foster dad's outpouring of emotional imagery.
"Now don't go signing up for anything you have to pay for," he instructed. "And don't download any pictures or videos, not that I would mind. We just don't want your mom accidentally stumbling upon them... got it?"
"Yeah, I got it." I said.
"Your mom is already starting to worry about you having this thing in your room and I'm sure she's going to be checking up on you once in a while, so watch yourself."
"Okay, thanks Dad," I respectfully answered.
I sensed that he was thinking about seeking out a private spot somewhere in the house to beat one out, using his heightened state of arousal to fuel his anticipated jack-off session. As he stood up to leave, I saw the telltale bulge in his pants that he didn't even bother to hide from me. He opened the door, turned around to face me and said, "Carry on! Oh, and change your clothes. You don't want your mom seeing you like that, right?" Then he turned back around, adjusted the boner in his pants and left, closing my bedroom door behind him.
I sat quietly for a moment in shock as I assimilated what I had just witnessed pour out of my foster dad's psyche. I made my way over to my dresser and changed out of my soiled shorts. I started thinking to myself what it must be like to carry all those memories around with ones self everywhere you go. This was something totally unexpected for me. I have been living with my foster parents for a number of years now and I was never able to read his thoughts like that before.
That basically confirmed what I had suspected all along. The onset of puberty was clearly the culprit that was responsible for the recent rise in my psychic abilities. Like with my friends at my birthday party, sitting this close to my foster dad, and popping a boner in his presence, caused him to react and grow one as well. But fortunately, that was the extent of the similarities. No exchange of psychic suggestions took place and our brief contact seemed to generate a one-way-only communication. I'm fairly certain that he was unaware that I was reading his erotic thoughts and memories because he made no mention of it and even seemed to be oblivious to the possibility. The one thing that was a little different was, he was much more relaxed in my presence now and was able to talk more frankly to me. He even made some subtle sexual innuendos to me. That was strange since in the past, he always seemed to be quite rigid and uptight. He could hardly broach the subject of sex with me without getting uncomfortable. A casual observer might notice very little except for the fact that he said some things to me that, under normal circumstances, might have seemed out of character for him. That was about all.
A couple of other questions I had been wondering about also got answered by our brief interaction. Judging from my recent encounters with my birthday friends, as well as Beth, Doctor Evalia, and now my foster dad, I now knew that I couldn't read females at all. The only thing I found online about that was one small article that said: `Female brains run on a completely different psychic wavelength from males'. The more I discovered about my psychic abilities, the more that assessment made sense. I could read older males, with some limitations, and the closer to my own age a boy was, the more in tune with each other we could become. All this, along with all the information I had gathered so far on the Internet, helped give me an insight into what was happening to me. It was all beginning to make sense now and it would at least give me some ammunition to use to start gaining at least some small measure of control and understanding of my crazy, but unique world.
I was fortunate that the `Company' had sent a female doctor this time. Next time, I probably wouldn't be so lucky and I had until then to learn how to manage my impulses. I'm guessing, by the nature of Doctor Evalia's questions that in the `Company's' estimation, I had not begun my journey into puberty yet, considering I had just barely turned fourteen. If they had known, they might have sent a more qualified doctor to probe and examine me deeper than Doctor Evalia was prepared to do.
As time went by, I secretly began to do some control exercises using the only test subjects available to me, my fellow schoolmates. I quickly learned that, if I didn't interact with my test subjects directly, they wouldn't be able to tell that their manipulations were emanating from me. I could sit anonymously in the same classroom with them and not raise a single suspicion.
I soon learned to refine my psychic focus which gave me a greater sense of control. I could single out one individual in a classroom full of hot and horny guys, or I could manipulate a group of guys all at once. I used a clever technique I made up myself where I could easily witness and assess my test results that would go largely unnoticed by everyone else. I would select a subject or group of subjects and plant a simple idea in their minds that they utterly could not ignore.
I would start them off with the urge to look at their hand. As they stared at their own appendage, they would start to notice something they never noticed before. What they would see was an image where each one of their five fingers was a small penis. And they weren't just any old penises either, every one of their five fingers was a miniaturized copy of their own full size penis. Next, I planted the idea that, if they sucked on their finger, it would feel like they were giving themselves a genuine blowjob. In every case, each subject would try to innocently suck their finger at first, growing more exuberant as the resulting sensations dominated their thoughts and actions. The harder and faster they sucked their own finger, the closer they came to orgasm.
I became so proficient at it that I could make them change fingers at will and even change hands as they eventually put all their attention on to it. They easily succumbed to my will as they worked themselves to a fever pitch. I took great pleasure in watching them try to orgasm while at the same time trying to avoid drawing any unwanted attention. When it looked like they were about to give themselves away, I would remove the suggestion, making them come to their senses and promptly stop. If I were in a mischievous mood, I would get them started all over again, making them teeter on the edge of explosion. I was not being cruel at all. In fact, as I would sense their mood, they would find the experience beyond exciting, wanting to take full advantage of the unexplainable phenomenon.
One day in particular, in my third period class, I had teased five individuals to near insanity. I brought them close to orgasm and then would stop just short of their climax. I did this numerous times throughout the period. By the end of class, I had them teetering so precariously on the edge that they could hardly walk out of the room. I decided to follow them to see where they might go and what they might do next.
I casually followed all five of them as they each struggled to make it to the closest boy's restroom. They carried their books in front of their crotches, trying to avoid the obvious. I watched their heads as they rapidly scanned the halls from left to right to make sure they weren't attracting any attention. They walked ever so slowly as to not allow the simple friction of walking to make them shoot their loads off into their pants. When they reached the restroom, they each found an empty stall to take refuge in so they could quickly finish themselves off. They each dropped their pants and, without hesitation, began to take the matter into their own hands. I followed them into the restroom, went into the only remaining unoccupied stall, and anonymously sat down. I was still locked onto each one of them and was still within range of being able to read all their psychic transmissions. A sense of urgency to relieve their aching balls became overwhelming for me as all five of my subjects started to come close to climaxing at the same time. I got an amazingly erotic thrill as I sat quietly and opened my mind just in time to experience all five subjects begin to pound their cocks to orgasm within the solitude of their respective stalls. I was careful not the broadcast the results back to my subjects. What I mean by that is, I didn't allow the five guys to feel each other's orgasms like I did with my birthday boys. I didn't want them questioning how that could even be possible. The fact that they each thought they were giving themselves a blowjob by sucking their own fingers could be chalked up to their own wild imaginations, and that was what I suggested that they think once they recovered.
There was no doubt that I was enjoying this immensely, but what was it good for beyond manipulating horny young boys to orgasm? I couldn't persuade anyone to do anything they didn't want to do. I couldn't use it to end world hunger or bring about world peace. Since my abilities were connected to my pituitary gland, the only things I could do with it was play with the sexual wants and desires of boys that were close to my own age. It's true that they had to be horny at the time for me to make a connection with them, but that part of it was easy enough since boys my age get horny numerous times a day. I admit, that's a pretty fantastic ability to have and I was having great fun with it as I continued to get better at it, each and every day. I tried to see if I had any other abilities that might have come along for the ride, but my sexual manipulations seemed to be the extent of my inherited traits.
A few weeks had gone by as I continued to contemplate the reasons why I had been blessed with this unique ability. In school, we had been studying about things in the world that had, and didn't have, `Social Redeeming Value'. I guess I was searching for some way that my gift could have some kind of social redeeming value. Unfortunately, the answer to that question was still not forthcoming.
A little at a time, my birthday friends started working up the nerve to ask me when we could all have another ride on the `Simon Sexpress'. It was Carl and Freddie who ultimately convinced me to do it, so I formulated a plan where we could all meet for a completely new experience.
I thought back to my first porn video experience where two teens did blowjobs in a parking lot. For me, just the fact that it was going to be outside and in a public setting made it sexually exciting. After trying to come up with a novel idea for our adventure, I decided that the element of danger and the fear of getting caught were going to be an important part of the main theme I was formulating for this installment of the `Simon Sexpress'.
By the time Friday had rolled along, Carl and Freddie helped me gather everyone together after school so we could work out the details of our next adventure. There were some things I needed to go over with them and some things I needed to say that, up to now, went unsaid.
"I'm so happy to see all of you guys together again," I began. "Before we discuss our next adventure, there are some things you should know about me. First, you must not tell anyone about what we've done or what we're about to do. And you must not tell anybody about me or my abilities. I'm telling you this because, there's an organization out there that's just waiting for the day that someone slips up and accidentally talks about something unusual I did with them. If they find out about me, they'll take me away and do experiments on me and stuff and I probably won't see any of you again. As it is, they already come around and routinely check on me. I know they have an ear to the ground, hoping to hear something. So far, I've been able to hide my abilities from them and I've been lucky enough to get away with it. But, if someone should tell the wrong person about any of this, it might get back to them and I'd be history. So, you have to keep what we do here, completely to yourselves. Do you all agree?"
Verbally, they all agreed. Psychically, they knew inside that it would be a challenge to keep it to themselves because, each one of them was so excited about wanting to share it with someone that they could hardly contain themselves. Fortunately, none of them had said anything to anyone so far and now that they knew the seriousness of it, each of them were more willing to comply with my wishes to protect me and continue to stay a part of our original birthday group.
"Now that we've got that out
of the way, let me tell you what I've got planned for our next adventure," I
announced. "You are all invited to take
another ride with me on the `Simon Sexpress' this Saturday.
We'll all meet at the dry riverbed under the
"Did you say `under the bridge'?" Nick nervously asked.
"Outside?" Rudy questioned.
"Yes, we'll be outside, Rudy." I answered. "And yes, that's right, Nick. Under the bridge, by the bicycle trails."
"Are we going to be taking off our clothes for this?" Jessie asked.
"Absolutely!" I stated.
"Why would we want to do that?" Jessie wondered.
"For the thrill of it," I said. "We'll gather on the north end of the bridge, on the side of the golf course. No one is likely to see us from that angle. Even if someone does see us, what could they do about it? Call the police or something? And if they do make the call, the police have much more important things to do than to chase a bunch of naked boys who are just playing around in the nude. Besides, we'll be finished and long gone before they get around to sending out someone to check it out."
"Well, I for one don't mind my brothers getting a good look at my junk," Michael Kevin Carver stated. "I'm in!"
"As long as I'm not the only one getting naked, I'm in too," Rudy Kaiser attested.
"Well, I'll be naked for sure," I told Rudy. "Carl Sanderson and Freddie Grant have already agreed. That makes three. Michael has no objection to it as you just heard. That's four, and, Rudy, you make five. That leaves three left. So, what do the rest of you say?"
"I don't know," Nick moaned with heavy doubt. "I've never done anything like that before."
"None of us have," I pointed out. "That's what makes this so exciting. Besides, I'm not asking you to take a naked shower in the middle of the school parking lot or anything. Under the bridge will be one of the safest places I know, and it qualifies as outside. The risk is still there, but it's a small one."
"Who's got a small one?" Jessie Marinas asked, a little annoyed and somewhat embarrassed. "There are just three of us left, and you can't be referring to me. So, I'm in! That only leaves David Doyle and Nick Finney."
"I'm not small, I'm just chicken," David protested as everyone laughed. "All right, I'm in too!"
"Okay Nick," I said. "It's all up to you. Either we're all in, or we won't do it at all."
Nick, being the youngest of the group, was still quite scared and reluctant, but he didn't want to let everybody down either. Besides, Nick was kind of secretly in love with me and was ready to do it because I asked him to.
"Okay, okay," Nick said, giving in, "I'm in!"
Now that everyone had consented, I sensed a silent sigh of relief come over everybody as I went ahead and explained the details.
"Here's what we're going to
do," I stated. "Everyone will ride their
bicycles here and arrive at
"Why don't you want us to wear underwear?" Nick questioned.
"I don't want to worry you, but if we have to run all of a sudden, we could do it quickly," I explained. "We'll all leave our shoes and socks on, which will eliminate the amount of time it would take to have to put them back on. We're going to be outside anyway, so it only makes sense that we keep them on. Then, when we undress, we'll only need to take off two things to be totally naked. Instead of tossing our clothes in a pile on the ground, we'll drape our shirts and shorts over the handlebars of our bikes. That way, they'll be there and ready to toss on in a matter of seconds if we should have to leave in a hurry."
"Sounds like you have everything all worked out, Simon," Freddie said. "I think we're going to have a great time."
"Does anybody have any questions?" Carl asked in my stead. Several of the guys shook their heads `no' followed by silence. "Then, I think we're done here," Carl said, ending our little meeting.
Carl and Freddie stayed behind with me as everybody else went their separate ways. I felt pretty confident that everyone understood what to do and what to expect on Saturday, even though I still sensed a little bit of anxiety continue to linger in the air.
When Saturday rolled around,
Carl and Freddie met me at my house. I
borrowed one of my foster mom's king sized blankets from the hallway linen
closet and stuffed it in my school backpack along with a large towel as a cum
rag. Then, the three of us rode together
to the
Even from a good distance away, I could sense Nick's excitement when he saw us coming. He was so anxious to get started that he pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it over his handlebars before we even reached him. He really looked cute sitting upon his bike, wearing only his shoes and a rather tight fitting pair of shorts. From this distance, without his shirt on, his fleshy colored shorts made him appear quite naked which caused me to pop a boner. I wasn't expecting to get turned on this soon, but there it was. As usual, popping a boner caused Carl, Freddie and Nick to spring a hard one as well just from being near me. The way we were all dressed, it was virtually impossible to hide the tents in our shorts as we joined Nick at the designated rendezvous spot.
We parked our bikes side by side, and between the four of us, we spread out the blanket I had brought with us in my backpack. We found a nice level patch of ground near the trail, directly under the bridge and setup our encampment. It was a nice shaded spot and my boner softened as we sat cross-legged on the blanket and talked while we waited for the others to arrive.
One by one, the others began
to arrive and by
I didn't know how I was going to go about getting everyone to take their shorts off without it being embarrassing for everyone, especially being outdoors. We all kind of sat there for a minute, talking among ourselves, basically avoiding the subject. Nick, Carl and Freddie were looking anxious to get started, but it was Michael Kevin Carver who boldly took the initiative.
"So, what are we all sitting around waiting for," Michael stated and stood up facing the group. "Let's get started!"
He looked at the group, and waited until he had everyone's attention. Then he dropped his shorts to the ground and stepped out of them, proudly displaying his thin, muscular, coffee colored body and luscious ebony cock that hung five delectable inches over his well proportioned balls. Then he reached behind him and tossed his shorts over the top of his shirt that he had draped over the handlebars of his bike, and stood firmly in front of us to emphasize the impact. I immediately sprang a boner and became instantly mesmerized as I watched Michael's cock come to life along with my own. I was completely captivated as I watched Michael's cock enthusiastically inflate to over six inches, visibly pulsating at full attention. Everyone else's shorts noticeably tented simultaneously as we all became aroused at once. At that point, there were no further objections for the group to hold back any longer and everyone got up and followed Michael's lead. After all, it wasn't the first time that we'd all gotten naked together. Aside from their shoes, everyone was now naked, completely aroused, and boned to the hilt.
It was now time for me to plant my suggestion and get things started psychically. Over the past several days, I had thought long and hard about an erotic scenario that I could implement that would have the potential to become the basis for a hot encounter. On the day of my birthday, I had planted the idea that we were all flying over an erotic garden that turned into a spawning ground for sex, causing everyone to release their seed and orgasm at once. This time, my idea was to let each of my friends choose an animal that they could become and perform that animal's mating rituals anyway they preferred.
Carl and Freddie chose to be stallions and Rudy favored chimpanzees. In our last after school meeting, Jessie and David had gotten the mistaken idea that I thought their genitalia was small, so to compensate for their misunderstanding, they both chose rather large animals. Jessie picked a buffalo, and David overcompensated by selecting an elephant. Michael chose a gorilla, which was already an animal he associated closely with in regards to its strength and sexual prowess. Lastly, Nick ended up being the strongest of the group. He had recently watched a National Geographic special on cable TV that featured tigers and big cats. Nick had gotten extremely turned on by a graphic matting scene in the program and he was still deeply aroused by the memory which was still very fresh in his mind. As for me, like playing the role of the Grandiflora rose, the largest of all modern day roses in my birthday scenario, this time, I decided on something a little more ethereal in nature and took on the persona of an Egyptian Sphinx.
The stage was now set, my suggestion had been planted and my friends were primed and ready to begin. From here, anything is likely to happen as my Animal themed scenario begins to take on a life of its own.
End of Chapter #4
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