Psychic Lovers

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Monday morning, he woke up, feeling strange. He felt like his cock was inside her pussy. It was warm, wet, and wonderful. He was thrusting in and out of her. It was great, but how could he go to work? He managed to compose himself long enough to call his office and say he was sick. Then he laid back on the bed with his imaginary lover. He tried rubbing his erect cock, but found that was only interfering with the feel of her wonderful pussy. He imagined he was fucking her with all his might. He felt her pussy contract around him, hard, and he realized she was cumming. That's not right, he thought. It's supposed to last till lunchtime. He wanted to slow down - he could feel his own orgasm about to start. Then he came. He couldn't stop himself and he couldn't move to cover himself. He just kept shooting cum up into the air and it landed all over him. But he stayed erect. He couldn't understand, until he realized he felt like he was still fucking her.

This glorious feeling continued. He felt her grinding on his cock and cumming again. That set him off, and again, he started to cum. He was completely paralyzed. He couldn't move and he couldn't stop cumming. And yet, he was still erect, and still fucking her, if only in his mind. He managed to look at the clock. It was only 10 am. He had two more hours of this exquisite torture. He felt her tensing up once more. He wondered if he could be able to cum again, and he did. Shooting up into the air and then, splat! as it landed on him. He couldn't move his hands or his legs. He just laid there, erect, feeling her pussy surround him.

He thought he might have passed out. But he never stopped feeling like he was fucking her. He hoped he would dream of seeing her once more. He remembered she was beautiful with a great body, and he now knew she was a great fuck. Then, he tensed up once more and shot his load up in the air. He knew it would be ending soon, so he tried concentrating on her. Again, her pussy contracted on him, sucking his cock inside of her. He could feel her having yet another orgasm. He had lost count of her orgasms, not even sure if he had one everytime she had one. Before he could cum again, he felt her having one more orgasm. He could tell this was a big one. His cock jerked, and another orgasm wracked his body. He wondered if he would die from all this cumming.

Then, the pressure of her pussy on him slowed down and finally stopped. He just laid there, unwilling to move. He tried to convince his mind to bring her back. He wanted to keep going. Finally, he fell asleep.

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Monday morning, she woke up, feeling strange. She felt like his cock was inside her pussy. It was hot, hard, and wonderful. He was thrusting in and out of her. It was great, but how could she go to work? She managed to compose herself long enough to call her office and say she was sick. Then she laid back on the bed with her imaginary lover. She tried rubbing her clit, but found that was only interfering with the feel of his hard dick. She imagined he was fucking her will all his might. She felt her pussy contract around him, hard, and she realized she was cumming. That's not right, she thought. It's supposed to last till lunchtime. She wanted him to slow down - then she could feel his orgasm about to start. Then he came. It felt like he came buckets inside of her. She felt cum dripping out of her pussy, but when she touched herself, there was nothing there. But, somehow, he stayed erect. She couldn't understand, it felt like he was still fucking her.

This glorious feeling continued. She felt him pounding his cock into her and she started cumming again. She could feel him cumming inside her again. She was completely paralyzed. She couldn't move and couldn't stop cumming. And yet, he was still erect, and still fucking her, if only in her mind. She managed to look at her clock. It was only 10 am. She had two more hours of this exquisite torture. She tensed up once more. She came again wondering how many more times she would be able to cum. Then she felt him cumming again. She wondered how many more times her imaginary lover could cum. She couldn't move her hands or her legs. She just laid there feeling her pussy surround him.

She thought she might have passed out. But she never stopped feeling like he was fucking her. Then, she tensed up once more. She came as she felt him cumming inside of her. She knew it would be ending soon, so she tried concentrating on him. Again, her pussy contracted on him, sucking his cock inside of her. She had yet another orgasm. She had lost count of her orgasms, not even sure if he had one everytime she had one. Before he could cum again, she had one more orgasm. This was a big one. She felt his dick jerk as another orgasm overcame her.

Then, the pressure of his dick inside of her slowed down and finally stopped. She just laid there, unwilling to move. She hugged her pillow and cried herself to sleep.

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Tuesday morning, she woke up, feeling . . . nothing. He was gone. There was no touching, licking, sucking, stroking. She cried at her loss.

Tuesday morning, he woke up, feeling . . . nothing. She was gone. There was no touching, licking, sucking, stroking. He cursed and punched the wall.

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Wednesday morning, she woke up feeling miserable. He was gone. How would she manage without him? It was over, she could tell.

Wednesday morning, he woke up feeling miserable. She was gone. How would he manage without her? It was over, he could tell.

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Sunday night they had dinner again. They went back to "their" restaurant and sat in "their" table.

She was wearing the royal blue dress again. He was still charming. She was still beautiful. He was still handsome.

They talked for hours, again. He told her how much he missed her. She started to cry when she said she thought he was gone forever. He held her, kissed her gently.

They went back to his apartment. He found how easy it was to untie the dress. He kissed every part of her body, starting with her toes and ending with the top of her head. She was in heaven. She gently stroked his body. She felt that this time he wouldn't be able to cum as much as the other times. She licked his dick. It was hot in her hand as she stroked it. It pulsed inside her mouth. Then his mouth was on her pussy. She threw her head back from the pleasure he was giving her.

Finally, he entered her. She stared deep into his eyes as he made love to her. He held her tightly as he thrust against her. He wasn't letting her get away from him. As he started to cum, she started moaning, crying, thrashing about with her own orgasm. As he finished having his orgasm, she was no longer under him.

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He woke up, alone. It was Monday morning, and time for work. He showered, got dressed, and off he went.

She woke up, alone. It was Monday morning, and time for work. She showered, got dressed, and off she went. She decided to wear the royal blue dress to work.

When he got to work, he got off the floor before his and walked over to her desk. He noticed that her desk was directly below his.

"Hi, Heather." he said.

"Hi, Michael." she said.

He took her hand, held her in his arms, and kissed her.

Applause broke out in her office.

"Now that we know each other", he said, "I'll like to get to know you."