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Subject: A First Glance moment

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Jason

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Date Posted: 19:48:58 12/17/04 Fri

I can't see. I need to get up and move over so I can see.
And then I saw and it washed over and through me. Heat and tingles. This low wave, like the softest moan when just the right spot is stroked. My breath caught in my chest, below my heart, as the energy tried to rush up to my head. No. So I rub down, twisting my nipples, as N described, like turning down the volume, only I'm not trying to feel less, just redirecting the sensations back to my cock, back my pleasure center, back to where I've been avoiding feeling, because there's so much feeling concealed just beneath...

I watched S get done. Well, I really just heard her. I was sitting against the wall. Wait, I'll go back to the real start of this "frame". Someone made a decision and suddenly S is undressing from the waist down, climbing onto a table, and laying on her back as N gently, playfully, and utterly without production, spreads S's legs. N may as well have been opening an armoir to showcase her favorite collection of crystal. Beautiful, appreciated, and passionately, technicaly exhibited. Well, once we got past the shock of it, well, wait. I didn't quite get over it. So I sat there, leaning against the wall, unable to see anything. I stayed there, detached from myself and the room, on the floor, hiding from the meat of it.

A was next to get done. It was halfway through her pleasure session when I came back to my body. It was her moaning that brought me back. I was uncomfortable, embarrassed, turned on, and felt absurd sitting out of view like a dunce in the corner. So, I got up, moved to the foot of the "doing" table, and breathed in the fullness of it.

Heat; soft, vibrating, tingling heat, making my back arch and stretch to make room for it, to let the energy, the sensations of it to settle in. They didn't. The heat stayed hot, uncomfortably hot, and a moan of my own slipped past and almost escaped to freedom. I swallowed it.
Baby steps.

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Subject	Author	Date
We missed you last night	Robert	20:52:46 12/17/04 Fri

aaahhh...	Suz	15:32:57 12/19/04 Sun
one step -- marvin, 15:56:34 12/19/04 Sun that was... -- Suz, 12:07:05 12/20/04 Mon