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kissed, mouth-mouth, our breasts touching, our arms embracing
each other. I would have been satisfied if we had stopped there, to be honest,
but Karen had other ideas. She reached over to her bedside drawer and pulled
out a huge black vibrator. Wow! Maybe I wasn’t going to get any dick today, but
it looked like I was going to get the next best thing. This was a real
monster...it seemed Karen liked her dicks on the large size. It was made of
hard black rubber, and featured contours design to stimulate.
    Karen pressed a
button on the vibrator and it started to buzz softly. She placed the monster
between my breasts and began to caress my boobs with it. I liked the feeling. I
liked it a lot. In my book, nothing will ever quite replace the feel of a real
dick, but this came pretty close. She dragged the beast down my stomach,
tracing circles that made me flinch with pleasure, then buried it deeply and
not too gently between my legs. Ooh, this was big...very big! Bigger than Sven,
bigger than any man I could remember. And as it buzzed and throbbed inside me,
I felt a whole new kind of sensation, one that is hard to describe, but which
was very enjoyable. I wanted more. I arched my back, spread my legs and allowed
the black beast to penetrate deeper inside me. Then Karen pulled it out slowly,
and traced it over my pussy lips and my clit, sending me into orgasm once
again.
    We made love for
an hour, but it seemed to be over in a few moments. Before I knew it, I was
rushing to get dressed and get back to the office before they started sending
out search parties. In the taxi on the way back, I wondered what I was going to
say to Vanessa. I had certainly got some more material, but most of it was not
exactly material I could use. More importantly, I found myself wondering what
Brad would make of our encounter if he knew about it. I was puzzled as to why
that bothered me. I mean, it wasn’t as if we were dating or anything...not much
chance of that! But somehow I cared about what he thought of me.
    What the hell
was wrong with me? Caring was not something I was particularly good at. I
didn’t have the genes. Maybe I was changing. Now there’s a scary thought.
     
    ***
     
    The next few days disappeared in a haze
of busy work. Setting up interviews, organizing photo shoots, checking contact
sheets, reading proofs and all the hectic work that piles up when an issue is
due to go to print. No matter how much you try to prepare these things, there
are always problems that result in you working until midnight to catch up - a
freelance writer misses a deadline, product for a photo shoot goes missing,
some legal issue comes up...it’s always a nightmare. But by Friday, we had
finally put the issue to bed, and I was looking forward to a nice relaxing
weekend before it all started again on Monday.
    I was busy
clearing my desk ready for the weekend, when I heard a voice calling from the
doorway.
    ‘The weekend is
here...time to be out of here!’
    I looked up to
see Brad standing in the doorway, grinning. I felt a shudder inside, which I
managed to repress, and I even managed to reply without squeaking.
    ‘Yes, I’m done
for the week. Just clearing my desk. What about you?’
    ‘I had a few
things to drop off at the office here. And I wondered if you might have time
for a drink before weall head for home. It’s a beautiful evening, after all.
Are you free?’
    It certainly was
a beautiful day. Sydney is beautiful all day long, but during the late
afternoon early evening period, something magical happens to the light.
Everything looks more stunning than ever, the colours seem deeper and richer,
and it just feels good to be alive. An hour or two spent sitting on a terrace
with a glass of wine and a rich, handsome dude for company certainly sounded
appealing. There were certainly worse ways to spend a Friday evening than
watching the sun set over the harbour and enjoying some intelligent conversation.
My diary for the evening was pretty much