Sunday, April 1 10:58pm

Monday April 2 7:34am

You really don’t know when you’ve taken a joke too far, do you?

In answer to the one question in your message that struck me as being serious… No, I have not told Dane that you contacted me. Although I might, if this silliness persists. If that frightens you so much, then… Stop… Writing… Me (Hint, Hint). Problem solved.

As for the rest of your narrative, you might consider a career in B movie scriptwriting. Tone it down, though, as it’s so laughably over the top. As to your predictions… I’ll make two predictions of my own: None of your predictions will come true. You will go away and leave me alone.

And yes, Allgood is my real name. Just lucky, I guess.

Monday April 2 9:53pm

Okay Beth, since you don’t seem to respond to scorn, I’m going to humor you just this once. Maybe then you’ll stop writing these emails?

I’m going to temporarily operate in a “what if” mode — as in what if you really are sincere in trying to warn me about Dane, rather than playing at some sort of twisted joke. If you are sincere, than thank you for your concern. BUT (and surely you must see this?) everything you say is overly melodramatic and totally ridiculous.

I have indeed felt things with Dane that I never could have imagined, slmost from the first moment. He frequently says that women have the capacity for undiscovered and volcanic sexual pleasures, and I must agree. But these are NORMAL human feelings and responses, nothing like the absurdities you describe.

And your suggestion that he is involved with other women on some purported “list”… My one word response: Laughable. I really did laugh out loud, until the anger surfaced. I can only conclude that you are deliberately trying to undermine a beautiful loving relationship.

Which leads me to the inevitable question: Are you by any chance seeing a therapist? If not, would you please consider doing so? I don’t mean to offend here, but surely there must be somebody you can turn to who might be able to help you. I truly think you need help. Either that or turn your vivid imagination towards creative writing.

There. I don’t know what else you can expect from me. I do not need your help. I am happy, and Dane is happy, too. As I have advised before, please move on.

Thursday April 5, 12:05am

Thursday April 5, 8:14am

Good Lord, I don’t know how to convince you to go away but I sure know the magic words to make you totally freak out. Before you go off and do something drastic — no, I did not tell Dane about you. Yet.

Now, can I give you a quick reality check?

Are we even talking about the same man? Dane inherited his money; he was born rich. Other than investing it wisely, he’s never had to work at any regular job. And he was certainly never involved in genetic research, unless he happened to invest in some particular company. I can only conclude here that you are grossly misinformed, or deliberately lying. “Mind powers”, as you describe them, are not real. They are the stuff of TV shows and Stephen King novels, not real life. When I wrote that “I cannot disagree” with Dane, or that “I must agree” with some particular opinion, these are simple and very commonplace figures of speech. To construe anything beyond that is sheer fantasy. Your prediction about this has not come true. You are correct that Dane travels often. Money demands attention, as he often says, and I have to agree with that. I wish I could make love to him every minute of every day, but he has a life outside of my bedroom and I understand that. But to believe that he’s off screwing other women… Preposterous. My anatomy is in no danger of undergoing anything of the kind. My breasts have grown a single cup-size recently, if you must know (I’m on the verge of buying new bras), but this is due to going on the pill. It is normal, while the things you describe are — how to say this nicely — beyond the laws of nature. Again, your predictions are not coming true. And what you describe of yourself… I sense an “inflated” ego, or at least an inflated sense of the upper dimensions of your figure. Get real. Ditto on your warnings that I neither eat nor drink anything Dane offers me. I mean, do you really expect that I’m going to believe any of this, and start testing the wine we share, or his semen (That, I must say, has to be the most absurd idea I’ve ever heard)? I’ll drink anything Dane offers me. With gusto. As many times as he wishes, and as you might recall, he is a man of astounding stamina. And yes, I swallow, as many times as he wants me to.

Dane has promised that he will drop by tonight — God, you wouldn’t even believe how every inch of my body quivers in anticipation. I feel all tingly and swollen… like I’m a giant orgasm just waiting to happen! Anyway, I really am tempted to inform him of these unwanted emails. Now before you go on another desperate hair-pulling rant, I’m going to offer you a deal: I will not tell Dane about any of this if you promise to stop writing, and accusing him of such preposterous motivations and actions. The choice is yours. Silence is golden, as they say, and your silence will buy mine.

Think about that.

Sunday April 8, 10:48pm

Last chance and I mean it. Dane is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and here you are like the proverbial thorn on the rose. I will not stand for it.

You think I’m in danger of losing my soul or something? Let me tell you a secret: I had the most incredible weekend with Dane, and the best sex of my life. It went on and on, and on and on. Dane prepared an amazingly elaborate dinner on Friday night, pairing a variety of dishes with particular wines, and I finally understand how pleasing all of the senses can accentuate the sensitivities of the body. Of MY body. Dane says that a woman should worship the beauty of her own body and I have to agree. I love my body. I love how it looks and how it feels and what it can do. I love my bigger boobs because he loves them, and knows just how to play with them, literally making me beg for sex. Perhaps he awakened you in a similar way and you ache to feel that again — that might explain why you seem so determined to prevent me from experiencing these very pleasures.

Which, I’m afraid, simply proves to me that you’re a bitch. There, I don’t like to say it, but it’s obvious that your intentions are the opposite of what you claim. I would have missed out on the most electrifying sex of my life if I’d listened to you. I’m still floating from the sensations, and he left six hours ago.

God, how can you stand it, being his ex? No wonder you’re so spiteful and driven to play these games. Every time he goes away to invest, my body goes into withdrawals. Did that happen with you, too? Dane says I should collect every sexual thought and physical sensation during the times he’s away, storing all of that lust inside my vagina until the moment I see him again. I feel like a dam ready to burst by the time he returns, but it’s worth it, because it’s what he wants, and what I want, too.

I really do feel sorry for you. I don’t know if I could go on without Dane, I love him and need his cock that much. His cock is like my big fat God — just picturing it like I am now makes me so horny I can barely type.

More sexual thoughts and sensations to store up for him… I’m going to be sooooooooooooo ready when he comes back!

Anyway, I’m giving you this one last chance, Beth. Maybe it’s because I feel generous with my body buzzing like this, but do not push me. Do Not Write To Me Again Or I Will Tell Dane. Comprendo?

And since you seem to think that would be the end of the world, it’s your funeral.

Wednesday April 11, 7:20pm

Yes, I’m the one breaking my own rules this time by writing to you. I’m not really sure why I’m doing this… Dane said something after we made love earlier today, that “people wouldn’t be able to believe that sex could feel like this”, and that they would be jealous if they knew how lucky we are. I can’t believe it even after experiencing it, and then it occurred to me that you, of anyone I know, might understand what I’m feeling. And will probably feel jealous.

I feel like… I don’t know, like my body is awakening from a deep sleep. I’ve always been really pretty — it’s almost been a curse at times, always being the beautiful one, the adored and sought after one. Anyway, I never felt beautiful this way before, as in getting hot like this because I am so hot.

I’m a massage therapist, did you know that? I do Neuromuscular Therapy, working the soft tissue of the body to balance the central nervous system. I’ve studied the human body for years and know it intimately literally inside and out, or at least I thought I did. Now… It’s like every muscle and membrane in my body has begun to discover what it was made for. Like my cells are starting to speak to each other, and share notes about what they might do to make sex feel better. And better and better.

I bought those new bras yesterday. I’m a very full D-cup, I feel so proud! Dane says that a woman looks and feels more desirable when she has bountiful breasts that she can feel proud of, and my God is he right! I’m lying on my bed right now, staring at how my breasts rise up from my torso. They’re so round and full… I wish I could be even bigger — I mean, why not? Dane would love it, so I would, too.

I’m so fucking gorgeous. Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous.

I wish I could play with myself. Only if I came that might upset Dane. I’ll just imagine that I am playing with myself and lock away all that lust inside my dripbox for Dane to unlock.

Thursday April 12, 11:41 pm

Okay Beth, I guess I can’t punish you for writing back when I wrote to you first. And this is what I get for sharing my thoughts with you, serves me right.

My “voice” has not changed. Nobody is the same day to day — we learn from our experiences and they become a part of us, what could be more normal? Just because I’ve chosen to delight in my own body and my boobs grew a little bit proves nothing. Next you’ll be saying that every orgasm is proof of enslavement or something.

As to the supposed emails from another “member of Dane’s harem”: Congratulations, you can write fake emails, big deal. Did you really think I’d fall for something so easy to fabricate? I especially like how you put some of my own words in her mouth, like we’re all robotized Dane sex slaves receiving the same instructions. Nice touch, but I’m not that easy.

And that photo… Again, nice try. Maybe if you really looked like that, Dane wouldn’t have dumped you. I sure wish my breasts were like that. I live in a three-dimensional universe, though, not one manipulated on a computer. No one has tits like that.

Speaking of which, I‘ve grown a little bit more, in just the five hours since I last wrote! Don’t ever tell me that wishes can’t come true. You wouldn’t believe how beautiful they look, and how sensitive they’re becoming. Dane is going to love them. And Dane loves me. He tells me so constantly. To believe otherwise would be like… I don’t know, like the sun doesn’t rise in the east, or that I don’t have the deepest and sweetest-tasting vagina in the entire world.

Did I already tell you that we had phone sex yesterday? Dane called and I swear he had me ready to come with about three words. I dressed up for him in a sexy black bustier, just hoping that he’d call, and I could swear that his words ate my pussy over the line. He tells me that, properly sequenced, words can reach in and plumb a woman’s cunt, with just the littlest bit of heavy breathing making a clitoris chime like a gong. Holy dripping fuck do I believe him, because he did that to me right over the phone, to the point that it was hours later when I realized that we weren’t talking to each other anymore, and that there was no mouth and there were no fingers playing with my box and bringing me off again and again.

What a fucking lover. I’m getting hot again just writing about it. Which I’ll save up for him — more treats for when he fills me with his hard candy.

Friday April 13, 1:15pm

So this is how it’s going to go, where every time I confess to you how gorgeous I am or how much I love doing the things Dane suggests that I do, you’re going to raise the alarm bells to a fevered pitch and try to convince me that my own pleasures are the very thing I should fear?

That’s nonsense, a total reversal of reality. I’m not “falling deeper under his spell” as you claim — in fact, Dane says that it’s a cosmic law that women can never activate their deepest pleasure centers without first pleasing their man. Even if I thought I should disagree with that I can’t, not when I’ve never been so happy in my life. Nor have I ever felt this focused, this imbued with a sense of purpose. I thought I was focused when I did my massage training, learning to sense the body’s rhythms to alleviate physical stress and suffering.

That just can’t compare to my focus now, no no no. All that time I was hung up on my clients’ suffering, I didn’t even realize the depths of my own needs. I wasn’t getting off right or often enough, and the worst thing was that I was too flat. Can you believe it, I was actually proud of my breasts when they were so little!

I have to go. Dane is traveling but he might call, and I want to dress up all sexy just in case he does. Sure he can’t see me, but I need to know that I’m doing things just right to please him. I bought a full workout setup for my home, did I tell you that? Dane always says that a woman can’t work out enough and I have to agree. Besides, it’s so much fun running on the treadmill or lifting weights in lingerie. And I thought I got ogled at the gym before — no wonder Dane thought I should get my own equipment. This is for him, all for him. God I hope he calls and talks dirty to me and lets me come, I’m desperate for a good phone-fuck.

Saturday April 14, 11:15pm

I had to buy new bras again, did I tell you that? Dane hasn’t seen them — the new bigger tits, I mean, not the bras, although he hasn’t seen the bras either. You know, I’ve been thinking about something that Dane suggested, and he’s absolutely right. I think I need to have great tits because Dane is a great man. Until meeting him, I couldn’t have had any idea how sexy I am, or how fulfilling it is to devote one’s entire self to pleasing a great man. Sometimes I feel like I could buy new bras all day long, every bra I try on I imagine him taking off and I get so many sexy feelings to store in my pussy for him. And I just love slipping my big new boobs in and out of the bras and feeling that friction, that glidey slidey friction of satin on the flesh of my tits and seeing how incredible I look in the mirrors. I like those mirrors where you can get half a dozen views of your body all at once, don’t you? Dane gets to look at me from all sorts of angles and I want to know what he sees. I think I have one of the great asses in history, it’s a shame it’s at the back where I don’t get to look at it very much. Dane is going to drool all over this ass and drool even more when he sees how much my tits have grown. Which you’ll tell me not to lick up — his drool — because it will alter my genes or some such. Ha! You can be so funny.

While I’m waiting to fuck Dane I keep thinking of how we met, and how it all came so close to not happening. Let me tell you how it transpired: I was out at a bar with some girlfriends and he approached the table and started flirting. I knew he wanted me because I’m the prettiest, and sure enough he zeroed right in. I laughed him off like I do with most forward men. I turned him down, can you believe it? That might have been the end of it — the totally missed connection — but he asked my friend Rose out, and she took him up on it. She went out with him I think twice, and God bless her she came running to me one night and told me that he’s amazing, and that I really needed to go out with him. It was so weird, Rose actually said that she wasn’t good enough for him, that he deserved a more beautiful woman and that I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t go out with him at least one time, just to see if we were made for each other. So I was way curious — Beth is very level-headed and can smell a phony from a mile away, and here she was almost pleading with me to go out with Dane. I called him, and asked him to have dinner with me. He took me to a fancy French restaurant where you can bring your own wine, and it was all okay at first. I could tell that he was trying to impress me with his looks and the way he paired his wines with certain dishes and all that. I kind of liked him, but not to the degree that Rose predicted. Only by the end of our meal it was like I could have thrown Dane on the floor and planted my pussy on his mouth, I felt so sexed-up and attracted. I flirted with him shamelessly and he let me seduce him, thank God. He took me to his mansion and I knew the moment he came inside me that I could never ever let him go. His cum is my cum, just like he kept repeating. It was all so romantic — I've never had a lover who talked so much during sex, and now I know what I was missing out on. It was like he could read every emotion and every physical sensation, even though I'd never felt anything like that before in my life. He knew that my pussy kept aching for him even after coming and he plumbed it again like a savior and gave me what I can only call a poetic version of having my pussy eaten, I mean it was like a couple of spoken lines between every nibble or swipe and he told me that I'd come like I'd never come before and I did, almost instantly. When he said that we belonged to each other and should dedicate the whole of ourselves to pleasing each other’s hearts and bodies, it was like I felt the bloom of love and hot sex opening inside my heart and my pussy and I’ve felt that way about Dane ever since.

Anyway, why was I telling you all that? Because I’m so horny and I’m still waiting I think. I think of Dane and his cock all the time. All the time. I need it in my pussy again so badly, I sure wish he was here.

Sunday April 15, 9:01 pm

No, no, you’re misunderstanding everything. Dane didn’t use or “control” Rose to get to me. It was Rose who went on and on about how it would be tragic if I didn’t go out with Dane. That’s what friends do, is help their other friends to find happiness.

Unlike you. You’re always a downer and you’re so wrong. Your predictions are NOT coming true. So what if my boobs are growing? It’s the pill, I’m sure of it. And I’m not saving up all of this sexual energy because I have to — I’m doing it to please Dane, there’s a difference. The one is lack of free will, but I’m choosing to do the things he wants me to do because I love his cock so much. There’s a difference, can’t you see that? No wonder he dumped you if you were always so self-serving. Dane says that a woman’s pleasure derives from the intensity of her man’s pleasure, but maybe you were too dense or rebellious to understand that or agree with it.

He’d better call or come by soon, though. Every time I think of his cock I feel like I’ll go insane if I don’t come soon. I keep saving it up, but my pussy already feels completely stuffed with sexual thoughts.

Like today, after my workout. I put on short shorts and a tight-fitting top with a scooping neckline and went out for groceries. You wouldn’t even believe the way people stared at me. it was more than being so gorgeous and voluptuous and showing it. It was the way I feel like a walking megagasm just waiting for permission to go off. My nipples are always rock hard and I think I walk differently because every brush of my panties or shorts against my pussy makes me want to fall on the floor and scream out how sexed up I feel. I look like I drip sex and I probably really do drip sex, because my panities are always wet from all the lust stored inside. I’m not exaggerating when I say that there must have been a couple of dozen other shoppers in the grocery store altering their aisle patterns to keep going past me, just to get close to me and look at me in detail and I know I heard a few younger guys moan out loud.

If you really looked like that picture you sent then you’d understand all of this, how being incredibly beautiful feels so hot and powerful yet at the same time it creates this neverending pulsing throbbing need to get off. I can barely control it any more and I might have to play with myself, but Dane doesn’t want that. He’s always saying that my pussy is his to play with and his alone, and it would be terrible to disappoint him. I don’t know if I could go on living if I did something that upset him.

Monday April 16, 10:22pm

I’m desperate to get off. Dane hasn’t called and I want to play with myself, but he wants me to store up my lust for him FOR HOW LONG????? It’s been what, four days since he phone fucked me and longer since I saw his dick. I’m about to go fucking nuts nuts nuts, the pressure is so great.

Did he want you to do this, too? I feel so desperate that sometimes I think of disobaying him, and fingering my clitoris. Did you do something like that? Is that why he dumped you, because you disappointed him? I’d die if I upset him and he left me. I need his cock sooooooooo baaaaaaaad.

Tuesday April 17, 8:50 am

Alright, alright. I’ll stop saying that he dumped you. But you make it sound like something from a spy movie so your version is pretty iffy. If you could come to and break through his “power” over your mind, then why can’t I do that? Not that I’m buying into a word of this, it’s just that your story is inconsistant, can’t you see that?

And why would you run away and hide when the sex was so incredible? Doesn’t make any sense. Here I am with my pussy counting every second until he calls or comes into me and you’re saying you ran in the other direction and take pains to hide from him. My pussy thinks you’re insnane.

Tuesday April 17, 10:04 am

Okay okay okay. I’ll try your little experiment, just so I can tell you that you’re full of jealous shit. I already told you I’m CHOOSING to keep from playing with myself, it isn’t an order I must obey. Dane will be so upset if he learns I disappointed him by cheating on my own pussy but I’m going to do it, because I really really need to get off and just to shut you up. I’ll bet you’re going to be able to hear my screams when I come, too, even if you live halfway around the world. I’m so fucking filled to the brim with lust! Here goes…

Expect a triumphant reply in a few hours.

Tuesday April 17, 6:13 pm

I tried your experiment. I’ve been trying all day, thinking thoughts to put me in the mood. Not that I need to get in the mood, I feel like I’ll die if I don’t come soon. But when I try it’s like… I don’t know, like my hand rebels. It just won’t go there

Just as you said it would behave.

I keep thinking that you have me so tense and angry and that’s why I can’t play with myself, but then I’m also so horny I can barely stand it. I reeeeeaaaallllly need to get off!

I tried grasping my right wrist and forcing it down there, but nothing would work. It’s like trying to push two magnets together that repel each other. Or maybe my will falls apart, or my body just won’t obey any instructions I try to give it.

I’m going to keep trying. To fail at this… I can’t even bring myself to contemplate that.

Tuesday April 17, 11:12pm

Tell me more I can’t fucking play with myself no matter how hard I try, and I did as you said, and re-read your predictions from the beginning. You’ve been right about everyting! I am living for sex with Dane — he isn’t even here very often and all I do anymore is pant in anticipation of fucking him again. I’ve had to let go of all my evening clients, because I want to be available if Dane shows up or even calls, and by the end of the day about all I can do is moan in bed like a bitch in heat who cant play with herself to put out the fire..

You were right about my breasts, too. They have grown more, enough that I had to buy new bras again. It might still be from going on the pill… My gynecologist was surprised, though. She hasn’t seen them (my breasts) but she said it’s a zero possibility for the pill to have such a drastic effect. She wants me to come in to get some tests done. I’m getting so big and they’re so beautiful and almost seem to defy gravity and that just can’t be right, can it? You should see the way people stare when I go out. I look like a piece of perfect fuckmeat and my boobs have this wobble or upper shelf bounce that I swear turns every dick to stone no matter how I dress. I look so hot and almost impossibly sexy. Dane will go ga-ga over these big beauties which makes me love them and want them to keep growing even bigger but then I think that this shouldn’t be happening, in fact can’t be happening, I’m twenty-four years old and my breasts can’t just be going through a growth spurt like this unless something strange is happening which is exactly what you said would happen. And yes my eyes are becoming more brightly colored too, they’re almost shockingly blue, almost glowing. Its having an effect on my work when I do work, especially with my male clients. Theres always been some tension with the male clients because of how I look, but now they can’t help noticing how my boobs are fuller and how my nipples are always so fucking hard. Sometimes when I’m working their muscles I begin to fantasize that I’m massaging Dane’s body instead and I’ve actually moaned out loud and the wholeroom starts to smell like sex and I have to cut the session short to go concentrate on shoving all of those sexual ueges and thoughts up my cunt for dane. And I don’t even see my friends anymore because I just want Dane, only Dane to call or come by and fuck the living hell out of me and my friends just don’t understand and tell me that something must be wrong, that I’m not like myself anymore and should see a therapist or a bioligist or something. I don’t want a therapist or a scientist, how could they help me unless Dane leant them his huge beautiful cock? That’s what I need and I’d better get it fuckin soon

So okay, I can see that something is wrong and I want to care that its wrong but what I really really need is for Dane to call and gift me with his cum-words or better yet his thick hard meat. Anything else doesn’t seem to matter and that’s wrong and exactly what you predicted. But I need proof… I’m so confused and my body wants sex with Dane so much that I can’t really think straight.

I need proof, this is to important! I don’t even know you and why should I trust you over the man I need to fuck so desperately and I’m so confused.

Wednesday April 18, 9:09am

Okay Beth, you have all of the attention I can muster. Honestly, if making me feel confused and upset has been your intention all along, then you can let out a cheer, because you’ve suceeded.

Yes, that does look like Dane’s handwriting and I’ll admit that your attachment is terribly upsetting… The physical description in the notes is dead-on, down to my dimples and the way I wear my hair. It’s definitely me, and the locations mentioned are the places I would have been frequenting then.

I don’t know how to feel… Everything you say is impossible to accept. I mean, I’d have to believe that Dane was studying me — almost stalking me — for weeks before we’d even met. And I’d have to believe that everything that has transpired since meeting him is a LIE and that hes subverted my will and the very worst: THAT THERE ARE OTHERS HE FUCKS

I feel furious, and anxious, mostly at you. I shouldn’t even allow myself to consider such horrible things… It’s like even allowing myself to consider these things makes my vagina shrivel up like a raisin. Is that normal? It feels like a normal response, after my pussy and the rest of me have gone into full blossom because of how much I love Dane. It’s horrible to doubt him like this, and especially when it’s an ex-lover saying such horrible things about his motivations and his designs…

I need to think. The thing is, it’s hard to concentrate when Dane isn’t around. He’s so wise and knowledgeable — everything just seems so clear when he’s here.

And God I think my body might explode I’m so horny. It’s been five days I think since he called and I don’t know how much more lust I can save up.

I think I could die of terminal horniness. Is that possible? I need him to return and invest in my pussy before everything plummets.

Wednesday April 18, 10:33 pm

I’m Dane’s Great Love, dammit! At least I thought I was. I can’t just be one of any number of women he “experiments” upon for perfect sex…

I think I’m even allowing myself to look at this because he hasn’t called for so long. His investing keeps him away for stretches of time and I wait here at home just acking and aching for his voice, or better yet his giant cock.

Although you believe he isn’t off investing at all You think he’s in some other city or even some other country, with his giant cock fucking another super gorgeous woman. A woman like Ingrid, whose body he was obviously so smitten with, from those notes you sent that other time. God, it almost makes me want to vomit when I read how he went off about her calves and ankles, and how luxurious her hair is. I look at my hair and my calves in the mirror — they look absolutely ideal to me, but I start to wonder if it could be pssible that hers might be even bitter.

Which means I’m starting to believe shes real, and that Dane is capable of the things you’ve told me about from the beginning.

It’s torture for me toeven think about that, it makes my pussy and my big tits feel too sad. I mean, they just want sex I mean I just want sex, I need sex with Dane and it has to come soon! What would you do in my place? I need him… I don’t know how I could go on if this has all been a lie, and I can’t keep fucking him. I keep wanting to be angry at jhim but then I think I’d forgive him anything as long as he let me spread my legs for his cock.

What should I do? Write to me quickly. I feel like I’m being torn in half from the inside. I keep trying to gather my focus and I just end up feeling like my mind is a spider’s web in the middle of a tornado. And my pussy… I need to come, dammit! It’s horribble!

Thursday April 19, 6:01 pm

That’s just ridiculous! I can’t just run away. I have my clients, my friends…

And no, I will not give you my phone number, or meet you. I think I trust you but I need to figure this out for myself. This is the most important decision in my life — on the one hand, I’ve found the sexiest man in the world, and he loves me deeply. On the other hand, it’s all a lie and I’m a fucking lab rat.

But I have to give Dane a chance. I’m going to confront him the next time he calls, after he makes me come. I’ll come and then ask him whether any of this could be true.

I owe him and my pussy that much. And my boobs. They need Dane to play with them, its like that’s their reason ffor existing. Theyre so big and you should see how hard and long my nipples are, and they’re always that way because I’m always so desperate for sex. I was working on a client today, a soccer player who gets muscle cramps and I kept leaning over the massage table more than I have to, and let my hard nipples brush against his lower back or the side of his butt or the leg I wasn’t working on. I could feel him growing hard even though his dick was underneath him and it started to make me feel even hotter seeing what I was doing to him so I did it more and without ever touching him with anything other than my nipples I made him come, I mean he just bellowed it out and he looked like he might never recover it was so incredibly cool. Her tried to go for my tits but I told him I wanted to save up all the heat for my specuial somebody and he left me an extra hundred dollars.

I’m so horny I’m so horny im so horny. DO you think I should give the money to Dane? I’m sort of tortured ober this question, I never thought I’d make any money this way and Dane never told me what he would think of it. It made me so hot so that’s more sex eb=nergy to give him and that’s good, but what if he gets mad that I let my tits touch another man?

Anyway I can’t lie to him no no no that would be horrible, he said that one time, that he could be okay with anything because I’m so beautiful but not lies, he wont tolerate lies. So I’l tell him that my nipples touched the soccer player and ask him that and whether my growing boobs and the way I’m so hot is his fault like you say.I’ll find out if this is all Danes’s fault after he fucks me and plays with my huge tits, that’s our plan right?

Thursday, April 19, 7:20pm

God, don’t have a coronary heart thingiie! I won’t mention you at all, I swear, lying isn’t the same as holdig a little information back!

And you obviously don’t understannd how much I need to come. If I confront him before coming, what if he get mad and I don’t see him again? I’d fucking die of shriveled broken cunt disease!

Monday, April 23, 10:41am

I have so much to tell you!

Dane came back and he fucked me for twelve hours straight! It was all worth the excruciating pain of waiting because he was so pleased with me and the way I could be a never-ending cum-machine for him. I don’t know if I came dozens of time or hundreds of times, and I came when he fucked me hard and I came when I sucked him off and I came if he even lightly brushed my nipples or squeezed my boobs hard or stuck his huge cock between them and I fucked him with my tits while I sucked on the tip of his dick I must have sucked him off a dozen times or more he really likes that. Dane says that nothing feels as good to a woman as knowing that she’s incredibly beautiful and can draw every inch of an immense cock down her throat and there’s no way to argue with that. It almost felt like his dick could reach down into my huge tits and especially when he came I could feel him flooding my being and warming everything deep inside.

Dane and I are in perfect synchronization, his cock has been growing just like my tits. I don’t know how big he was when you were with him but he’s a fucking monster now, but I can take him, I can take him hard because I’m his fuck machine and I’m going to be the best fuck machine ever.

As for all of those things you accused him of, I have some good news and some bad news:

The good news is lots of good news. First, you were right, probably about everything. He didn’t deny anything. This was a long time after we fucked because it took that long for me to even find my voice. At first I was furious at him and completely horrified that he put some kind of DNA stuff into my genes (or did I get that backwards?) to keep “fine-tuning” me physically. Anyway I felt betrayed and used and like he must be some sort of horrible terrible unconscionable criminal, but then he said that fury and horror and disappointment are all very intense emotions that should be harnessed back into my pussy to make me even hornier and I had to agree. Then he told me it’s really sexy when a beautiful woman becomes even more beautiful and has all the enhancements to fully please an enhanced man, and I had to agree with that, too. A man like Dane is equipped for godlike sex and so what normal woman is ever going to be able to satisfy him? I am a sex goddess. I can fuck and suck like the fucking sun and moon would suck and fuck and Dane tells me that he wants to keep going, that he’ll give me even more enhancements and make me the most fuckilicious woman ever. Just hearing him talk about it got me so hot again that I fucked him for pretty much the entire next day, I mean I just creamed his dick I felt so horrified and furious which made me so hot and grateful.

I’m one of the lucky ones who gets to try to be the very best. He even showed me pictures of my “competitors” once all of this all came out, and they are all just amazingly beautiful. Ingrid is the only one in my class in my opinion and I have to admit that she’s tough competition, I mean the woman is a fucking fuck fucker, with legs down to there like me and tits like you wouldn’t believe. I thought I’d be ready to kill Dane to learn of someone like this and what he does with her, but he said that there’s nothing sexier than knowing how I have to try to stay ahead of the competition and become the absolute best at fucking, and he’s so right. Just thinking of her right now is making me so wet! I’m going to ask Dane if he can give me pictures of them fucking or better yet film or video that I can play for motivation. If she knows any tricks I don’t know I want to be able to do them even better and come up with things that would make her knockers spin.

I’ve enrolled in a yoga class, I’m going to make it my goal to become so limber and flexible that I could fuck Dane in ten places at once. The yoga instructor couldn’t believe how gorgeous I am and said it would totally disrupt her class if I was in it but that isn’t a problem because Dane set me up with a bank account with millions in it, so there won’t be any obstacles to doing anything I can think of to be the best lover ever. Isn’t that so cool, not the money so much because I couldn’t care less about that, only now I don’t have to work and I can spend every minute of every day working out and getting flexible and absorbing the Kama Sutra and anything else that exists about making sex great, in other words completely dedicating myself to Dane’s happiness.

I guess I’m pleasing Dane right now by writing to you (actually I know I am because I’m literally dripping as I type, and that always lets me know). He wants me to give you some messages. Yes, he knows all about your emails now. When I asked him whether it was true that he was making my tits grow and subverting my will through some kind of mind-persuasion ability he asked me how I could possibly even think of such a thing and I had to tell him, because of that thing about how I can’t lie to him. So you were right about that too, I guess, you really know your stuff.

Maybe this is where the news turns bad only I don’t think so and I’ll tell you why. Dane said, and he wants me to tell you, that he’s very disappointed with you and he’s going to find you and make you pay for betraying him. He’s out tracking you right now and he’ll find you. He has more money than you’d believe — I think he can just make bank people give it to him whenever he wants, that stuff about being born rich was another lie, isn’t that hot! Anyway, he said he made a mistake with you. He fine-tuned your body all perfect just like he likes but he pulled his punches with your mind because he likes a spunky woman and he said you were so spirited, always. Well, you know your own story and how you escaped and Dane has had a change of heart, he says that if a woman’s spunkiness deprives him of the opportunity to put his spunk in her then it isn’t really such a great attribute is it? Can't argue with that.

So it’s really cool, because I’m becoming like you, with the super-enhanced beautiful looks and the boobs from Dane’s wet dreams and now you’re going to become more like me, too, worshiping Dane and living to please him like he always intended.

And this is where your bad news becomes the best: He’s going to make you my slit-slave (his words, aren’t they clever?) as punishment for your misbehavior! I never had any attraction towards women before but you can bet that’s all different already. I don’t really understand how it can be that my pussy feels like it’s already begging for your tongue when I haven’t even met you but it is. I’m dying for you to eat me out and once you start I’m not going to let you stop, not for a verrrrrrrrrrry long time. I can come for hours and hours and hours and I thought only Dane could handle the sex energy inside of me but now it’s going to be you too, getting me off and off. I’ve been looking at that picture you sent and Dane says that yes, that’s you and he sure did a great job with you, physically I mean, even if he did blunder a bit with the inside of your head.

But that’s all spilt pussy juice under the legs, right, because you found me and finding me is leading you back to Dane and also to my pussy. You were so concerned about me and now you can channel all of that concern into a concern for getting me off when Dane is away fucking Ingrid or Carmen or Jean Anne or whomever.

I can’t wait. Let him catch you quick, okay? He has so much money that there’s no escape, you might as well just start waiving a flag or flashing your boobs to help him find you. He left two days ago to start looking for you and I’m so horny already. It’s like it took me the two days to recover from all that sex and now I’m ready for more but I can’t have it because he’s out looking for you. So let him find you and enough of all this email stuff, we can whisper into each other’s ears as you keep getting me off.

Yes yes yes I want your fingers right here and I’ll attach a close-up jpeg of my glistening glorious pussy so you can see your wet destination and start longing for it the way it longs for you.

God I’m so glad you wrote me and started all this. Three weeks ago I didn’t know you existed and I didn’t trust one word you wrote. I'll admit I was wrong about you — you were always totally honest with me and filled with concern for me even when you didn’t really know me. You tried to protect me even if you were betraying Dane, and I'll never forget that. Dane was going to make you into the slit-slave of all his women as punishment, but I convinced him that I should get you alone, since I kind of helped to recapture you. I think it would have been awful with you getting passed around like a piece of meat, I didn't want that to happen to you. So here's my promise: I’ll do everything I can to make this all good for you. I’ll treat you with my huge tits and eat you out a lot even though Dane didn’t say I needed to. And I'm determined to get you back into Dane's good graces, so you can experience the same bliss I feel when he fucks me. I just feel so… grateful, for everything, and even though I can't go against his wishes in any way, I'm a pretty spirited woman, too. I don't have Dane's mind power but you just watch — he'll end up doing some of the things we want while thinking it's all his idea. I always had a talent for that with men and I can't see any reason why I shouldn't use it on Dane. It spices things up, and that's what everybody wants in the end.

Awaiting your lips and tongue, and determined to protect you in any way I can, just as you tried to protect me,