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The Whisper
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The Whisper The Whisper] A is to B as X is to .... You sit there studying the problem focused intently when you feel the brush of air behind you. A light warming air, a hint of cologne and the quietest of whispers seem to surround you and then it is gone. The whisper creates an image glowing in your mind like a small red ember. A is to B as ... Your concentration falters as your mind adds sound to the image. You know the image. You remember when ... Perspiration creates a light sheen on you upper lip as the tip of your tongue gently and unconsciously escapes as you lightly lick your lips. The image, you know the one, ever so slowly grows in intensity. Your ears are tinged with a light red as they warm from the thoughts of that image ... that image. Your neck begins to feel warm as your hand unconsciously flips the hair away. A is to B ... You struggle to concentrate. You feel that single drop of perspiration begin a slow trickle down the back of your neck. Excruciatingly slow. Your throat feels a little dry as you try desperately to concentrate A is to B as ... That lone bead of perspiration travels down your spine you can feel its trickle as it find the base of your neck, flowing between your shoulders. A is to B ... You try to focus as your eyes<b> glaze </font></b>over with visions of that image. You remember the intensity. The image grows from a small ember to a red glow. Another bead of perspiration begins its traverse between your breasts. You shift uncomfortably in your seat. That lone bead of perspiration now moves between your shoulder blades. You hope that your bra strap will catch it. Your hopes do not come to pass as it slips silently under the clasp. You remember that image and the fingers on the clasp. Silently swiftly moving. A is to B ... You fight against the growing intensity. You know this problem. You have just about mastered your concentration when again you feel the change in air, heat on your ear ... and another whisper. This time like fuel to a fire the image explodes with sound and color in your mind. A barely stifled sound escapes your lips. As the intensity of the image, you know the one, you remember that night. .... That single bead of perspiration has now come to the curve in your spine and you remember that hot hand holding you there with such intensity. The image ... the intensity ... the pleasure all come rushing as the image erupts into fire. A small campfire. A is to B .... you know you can control this if only you can ..... Now that single bead of perspiration travels down to your waist band and your panties catch it. You feel a relief, it is over. And then another starts at the hair line. You shift uncomfortably as you feel perspiration along the waist band of you panties. Breathe ... breathe if you just breathe deep and slow you can master this fire. Your neck begins to glow. The image, that image searing hot memories push harder and harder into your mind. A is to B as ..... You summon all your willpower to focus to finish. The image begins to dull in intensity, fire returns to ember. And then and then you feel it. The air gently moves warm air on your ear and you hear it again. The whisper the image the sounds ... that day all come roaring back. You sit uncomfortably crossing and uncrossing your legs. The image is now roaring in your mind consuming all of your concentration. If I just close my eyes for a second I can control it. I can regain my concentration. I can finish this. I can escape the image. A is to ... What was that problem. You are having trouble remembering. Where am I. Am I on the beach by a roaring bonfire. No I remember, class. A is to B ... Focus you silently plead with yourself. Focus. A few more minutes, just a few more minutes and you can escape. One last problem. A is to B ... Your breath comes in short gasps. You involuntarily close your eyes. It is at that moment that the image explodes like gasoline on a bonfire. All consuming you feel its heat coursing throughout your body. Uncontrollable. Your breath comes rapidly. You bite your lower lip, pleasure pain try just try to control. The image, you know the one, consumes you. You twitch in your seat rapidly rocking your left calf and ankle as you constantly move seeking a position that will give you relief. You know there is no position of relief in that seat. All thoughts of A is to B. .. are gone. It is just the all consuming image. You know that image seared into your soul. That night. Those hands. The heat. The uncontrollable intensity. Finally like a bomb blast in your soul it erupts and finally seizes control of your body, mind and soul. That image you know the one. The image of ..... The brilliant sun streams through the curtains as your alarm jars you awake. Today you have that math test. You run to the shower with the dull memory of that image. You sit and see on the board A is to Bas ... and you feel the sift in air, a hot breath on your ear and a whisper. |
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