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Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2005 04:10:01 -0400
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WARNING: The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT 
entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, sexual 
nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, 
or are not allowed to read this type of material due to age, legal 
restrictions, or any other reason, please DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.

The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters
in my story.  Any similarities to real people is purely
coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations
portrayed are pure fantasy.

(C) Foxy 2005
Foxy1_uk  (at)  Hotmail  (dot)  com




A challenge

She sat at her desk idly browsing the internet looking for 
information about the G-spot. She had heard the girls gossiping about 
it at the tea break earlier and wanted to find out more for herself.
Her mouse clicked at the site the search engine had given her and she 
started to read with interest. She felt herself getting excited as 
she read and then suddenly remembered that she was at work. Clicking 
the window shut, she made a mental note of the site so she could read 
it in the peace and quiet of her home.

* * *

Arriving home that evening, she slammed the door and called out, "I'm 
home. How are you?" to her long-suffering husband. He came and 
greeted her, bringing her a mug of coffee. "How was your day?" he 
asked. "Oh, not so bad, but pleased to be home," she replied. 'Should 
she tell him about what she had discovered?'

"I was reading a new site at work today," she started almost 
hesitantly. "Oh yeah, what was that?' he replied, not really taking 
much notice. "Female stimulation. Turns out there is another way. It 
can take a while, but it's meant to be more rewarding for women of my 
age." He grunted a reply. She sighed before deciding to go for a 
bath.
 
* * *

After filling the bath, she got in and lay back, wallowing in the 
soapy water, her thoughts wandering as she relaxed. The water was 
warm and lapped against her skin. She began to think of what she had 
read earlier.

Her fingers delved deep inside her vagina as she sought the soft and 
then fleshy surface. Pushing deeper and deeper, touching her inner 
walls. Finding the bumpy surface she thought to herself. 'It said you 
have to press harder to find it.' She felt herself a bit more before 
she suddenly got the urge to pee. She smiled to herself, seems like I 
have found it. She pressed and stroked along it, making sure she kept 
up the pressure. She felt her wetness deep inside her as she 
continued her deep massage.

She lay back in the warm water and relaxed totally. Her fingers 
pushed deeper inside her, massaging the walnut skin she felt. Her 
stomach tightened. She felt a different feeling rising up from deep 
inside. Her fingers pushed and delved harder. Her other hand started 
to stroke her clit. Gasping as sensuous feelings flooded throughout 
her body, she relaxed the fingers inside her slightly, before 
continuing with her manipulations.

Oh, she needed to pee. That feeling again! Deciding that she could do 
it if she needed to, in the bath, she stopped worrying about the 
sensation. The feeling passed. She continued to stroke her clit 
slowly but massaged herself harder inside.

She groaned. She moaned. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through 
her body before building into a crescendo of her sexual awareness.

* * *

She heard a voice from the other side of the bathroom door. "I heard 
you groan. I didn't know you were going to be in there that long. Is 
everything OK in there?"

She smiled to herself before replying.

"Fantastic, my love. Just fantastic."

* * *

(c)Foxy 2005

Foot Notes 
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