Emoter - Volume 07 of 10
Lynn Sue is back into his arms! It’s hard to tell who appreciates it more as they’re almost frantic in their desire for each other, yet he still somehow sticks with the planned journey of touching. After a week apart, the touching not only sends her pleasure soaring, it provides her with something to focus on and gives her encouragement to face the difficulty of being the boss of a new company. More
Lynn Sue is back into his arms! It’s hard to tell who appreciates it more as they’re almost frantic in their desire for each other, yet he still somehow sticks with the planned journey of touching. After a week apart, the touching not only sends her pleasure soaring, it provides her with something to focus on and gives her encouragement to face the difficulty of being the boss of a new company.
A peek inside:
“That first sixth-day when I had you caress my legs, I knew then that it was the right thing to be happening. Even as I spent the next more than two weeks examining my thoughts and feelings, arguing with myself, talking to others, trying to deny it all, I still couldn’t shake the conviction that it was right for you to touch me and that it should continue. . . . I certainly had no idea of the degree of pleasure that your touching was going to give me. . . . But even adding those things together doesn’t seem to explain my desire for more.”
He hesitates before suggesting, “I don’t mean to sound egotistical or morbid, but could you be having some sort of premonition that I’m not going to be around much longer and are trying to receive as much pleasure as soon as possible?”
Lynn Sue shakes her head, “No. I know it’s not logical, but whenever I think of your life span, my feeling, I don’t know if I would call it a premonition, is that you’re going to surprise everyone, including yourself, with how long you live, and that you’ll be giving me pleasure until the very end. . . . Is that simply selfishness or denial on my part? I don’t know. That’s just what I feel.”
They sit there awhile longer before she leans back enough to kiss him long and warm. As they kissing a few more times, they almost welcome the sound of the dryer buzzing which helps them to keep the desire from overwhelming them . . . yet. They take care of the clothes in the dryer, put the last load in the dryer, and walk back to the kitchen.
“Henry, what am I going to do about submitting my emotional recordings?”
“Um, since that seems to be one of the major elements to the success of Digital Empathy, it might be an idea to contact the previous, um, emoters as soon as possible to see who’s willing to continue and then start slipping some of yours into the process.”
“But, which ones do I submit? I have so many and I know I’m going to have to spread them out otherwise it will be obvious that somebody had a headband and was recording emotions when nobody was supposed to have a headband and Mariam will quickly figure out it’s me.”
“I don’t know . . . .”
“Think about it for a bit while I get my computer. I want to make notes of whatever ideas you come up with.”
“But what if the only idea I come up with is listening to the little voice in my head that keeps saying ‘touch her more’.”
Lynn Sue grins, “Then I’ll push the computer away and insist that you do what your little voice says,” and she kisses him, stopping just short of leaping into his arms and turning her own desire loose. Pushing herself away, she gets her computer and leads him to the dining room table where she gets her computer plugged in and turned on. She has him sit down, sits on his lap, pulls his arms around her, and opens up her notes file.
He nibbles on her ear, “This is hardly a position conducive for coming up with ideas for Digital Empathy.”
Pulling his arms tighter around her, she leans back onto his chest. “Lover, I’m interested in any of your ideas, whether for Digital Empathy or on how you might touch me to give me more pleasure.”
“Are you mixing business with pleasure?”
“I’ll call it a presidential perk.”
Henry pauses a moment then starts chuckling, but is unable to see her big grin.
“So, do you have any ideas for submitting emotional recordings?”
“Oh. Is that what I’m supposed to be thinking about?” Henry tongue caresses her behind her ear.
Lynn Sue shivers in delight, never imagining that being ‘washed behind her ears’ could have such an effect . . .
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