When I wrote this quick little ditty,  it's kinda reminiscent of the episode BLOOD RELATIVE.  I mean, Sean is one of those guys every woman can dream about, much less write about.  But I rather like the idea of  Sean and Marita together, better than him and Bonnie (they really needed to do something with her hair).  Can't you just imagine him sneeking a peek at some of Marita's things.  Hope she's flattering to his ego.  :)

Don't Lose My Place       by Kentuckywoman

He began reading the document and found that it was some sort of story.  He knew she liked to dabble at writing, but he hadn’t realized that she was that exceptional.  She was extremely talented at description of people, settings, and the action that was taking place.  The dialogue seemed so real, not contrived or forced.  As he read on into the drama that was unfolding, he lost track of time.  Then Sean began reading the most shocking and erotic things he had ever seen in print.  She had the male protagonist doing all kinds of sexual feats that were very realistic but nothing that the two of them had ever done before.  He had to start wondering about the type of men she had been involved with prior to their affair de coeur.  The description of the acts were absolutely phenomenal….

"As he slid his strong hands slowly, tenderly down the luscious curves of her torso, Elizabeth arched sensually against him, lolling her head back and exposing her neck for Julian to savor.  He held her soft body tightly against his lean, hard frame, a chiaroscuro of flesh and muscle.  She was slowly loosing her conscious awareness of the situation around her.  The act was so forbidden, she knew, but that in itself was thrilling. Elizabeth glided her neatly manicured nails across the well-defined pectoral muscle of Julian’s chest.  Then she reached over and grazed her nails across one nipple, as he groaned with pleasure.  His vivid azure eyes were dilated, almost black, with desire.  He picked her up and carried her in the bedroom, where he delicately lay her down on the mattress, piled high with blankets and pillows.  As Julian scooted backwards on the bed, her nightgown rode up around her upper thighs and twisted around her body slightly."

OH, MY GOD, Sean thought to himself, the description of Julian, that was him.  She was using him as a character in her fiction.   He had never been more embarrassed, nor more curious in his life.  He read on, trying to gain some insight into the authoress's mind.

"Julian placed his hands on each thigh and pulled up the gown with excruciating slowness, savoring the view as he unveiled all of her precious secrets.  She writhed with ecstasy as he covered all of the parts of her body that had been originally caressed by the silky fabric. "Take me now, Julian," she demanded breathily. "Please…." "Soon, my wanton beauty, soon," as he dipped his head down to lave a dusky pink aureole and his hand began to stroke her damp womanly secrets.  His thumb brushed against the nub of her desire and lazily  circled it in ever-tightening swirls.  She involuntarily began to arch her hips against the pressure of his hand in a steady, and very erotic rhythm.  His rigid manhood lay between them, becoming ever more present as they felt and stroked each other.  He maneuvered out of his trousers and freed his staff from its tight confinement. Julian slid one finger, then slowly two into her moist, heated sheath, as she moaned softly.  He knew that he could take her any time now, but he wanted to bring her to the brink of climax a split-second before he thrust into her.  Waves of electric sensations flooded her being while he mimicked their joining with the help of his long, dexterous fingers.  He parted her legs even wider and settled his body snugly in between them, then took her delicate hand in his, wrapped it around his erection, and had her guide him to her inner sanctum.  He lie there rigid, poised, ready to join with her in the most primal way known, but he wanted to her to tell him that she wanted, no, desired him.  As if she could read minds, Elizabeth cried out, "Please, Julian, come inside me, NOW!" He groaned out loud as he thrust deep, to the hilt, into her slick passage…."

"EHEM…."  The sharp sound reverberated in the panelled room.  Sean looked up, somewhat startled and with a very guilty expression.  He would have never thought that reading would ever be this interesting.  Clay was the bookworm of the family.  Oh, God, this can't get out.  As he tentatively met the gaze of his beautiful lover and the penner of the story in his hand, he had to wonder if he just had a thing for authors, or if women just liked to write about him.  He rather liked the latter concept. He smiled as he greeted her, "Marita...I don't know what to say..." "Good." As she reached across the desk and pulled his face to hers, kissing him on the lips, but promising, oh so much more....

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