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"I'm Dr. Joey, and I'm here to listen. Give me a call at 888-555-WQJX and let me know your secret ... your secret fantasy. Right now we have Rochelle on the line. Welcome to the program, Rochelle."
"He-hello, Dr. Joey. I listen to you all the time."
Joey smiled in appreciation, as she always did when a caller told her that. It was real gratitude she felt for the people that kept her on the air. Propping her arms on the table in front of her, she tilted her head and leaned toward the microphone.
"I'm so glad that you do. So, what is it that I can do for you tonight?"
"Well, I ... um, it's a little embarrassing."
Joey adjusted her heavy black earphones and gazed blindly at the gauges in front of her. "It's understandable that you feel a little uncomfortable, Rochelle, but I can promise you that you're in the company of friends. There's nothing you can say that any of us haven't heard. In fact, it's probably something many of our listeners have experienced, or are experiencing."
As it usually did, her soothing voice and soft assurances helped ease her caller into the conversation.
"Well, Dr. Joey, there's this man, this ... younger man. We work together; he started about two months ago. He's ... oh, Dr. Joey, he's hot. Really hot."
She grinned, charmed by the tone of the other woman's voice. "So far this sounds pretty promising. What's the problem?"
"Like I said, he's younger, much younger."
"Ah, and how much younger is he?"
"Ten years, three months, and four days."
Joey nodded her head, caught up in Rochelle's story. "I see you've given this some thought."
The caller laughed a bit self-consciously. "Yeah, I have. I'm notnormally so..."
She leaned back in her chair, stretched her legs out underneath the desk. "Tell me, Rochelle, if he were closer to your age, or even older, what would you do?"
"Ask him out."
"But his being younger is intimidating you. Or is it the idea of what other people might say or think when they see you together?"
There was a long pause on the other end as the woman weighed the question. "Honestly, that's ninety-percent of it."
"And the other ten percent?"
"It's ... um, well, I've had ... fantasies about him; incredible fantasies about what he would do to me if we slept together. They're not like anything I've ever fantasized about before."
Joey found herself smiling in illumination. "Tell me about these fantasies."
Rochelle hesitated a moment, then let out a long breath as she launched in, head first. "I imagine he calls me at work and asks me to bring some files to his house. He'd called in sick, but he needed the information so he could do some work at home. When I get there, he answers the door in a bathrobe. I don't say anything, I mean, he's supposed to be ill. Anyway, he invites me in; when I step inside, I realize he has the whole place lit with candles. I hear him lock the door, so I turn around, and he's looking at me like ... like I'm a piece of meat and he's starving to death. He takes the files from my hands and tosses them onto the coffee table, then he tells me he's been waiting too long for me to make the first move.
"He drags me into his arms and he kisses me, devours me. He takes my breath away, and I just fall right into him. He keeps kissing me and starts running his hands over my body, touching every inch of me; before I know what he's doing, he has me undressed. His hands go to my breasts, and he squeezes them, then tells me that they're magnificent. He kisses me again and steers me into his bedroom. I hold onto him, press myself against his body, and when I do I feel his erection. He's so hard and so ... large. He tells me he's going to love me, that he's going to make sure I won't ever want another man. He lays me down on his bed, a huge, massive bed with satin sheets.
"He starts licking down my body, like he's tasting every pore I have, and he tells me I taste like heaven. When he starts sucking my nipples, I completely lose my mind and start bucking underneath him. I'm so hot by this time that I can't think straight. Then his hands are running up my arms, bringing them over my head. It takes me a minute to realize he's cuffed my hands to the headboard. I'm a little scared, but I'm also ... thrilled and turned on. He lifts his head and looks at me, asks me if I'm okay. I tell him yes, because I want him. I want him to be in control, I want to give him the gift of my trust. He smiles down at me and starts tasting me again, nipping my skin as he makes his way down my ribs. When he gets to my thighs, he nuzzles me, and it drives me crazy. I ... I pull on the restraints, but I can't get loose, and it makes me hot to feel that. Then I realize he's cuffed my ankles, too, and it makes me even hotter. He starts to licking up my legs, groaning and biting me. I can feel his noises all the way up my bones; and it's like nothing I've ever felt before.
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