Sara started to suck Talia’s finger, moaning over it. Sara’s hands unconsciously went to her breasts as she sunk into erotic compliance.Without re...moving her finger, Talia grasped Sara’s chin and turned her head so the two could kiss. It was a long, sweet kiss. Talia slid her palm down Sara’s stomach, pausing for a moment to appreciate Sara’s breasts. She slipped her fingers under Sara’s yoga pants and found her sex.“Do I taste good?” Talia asked when Sara broke their kiss.“It’s sweet,” Sara. Finally I see her, standing in from of Starbucks, clutching a coffee in her right hand, her eyes searching the crowd like mine. Tall, with long blonde hair, cascading over one shoulder, a tight black t-shirt and jeans clinging to her perfect body, I almost gasp aloud, her beauty far greater than I ever imagined. No camera could ever capture the perfection that she truly was, I could almost see her blue sparkle with excitement as she bit her lower lip revealing to me that I was not the only one. Opyright 2004 by LVWolfman, All rights reserved - June 29, 2003ForwardWelcome to my first published fiction (other than perhaps my resume.)While I'm a fan of erotic mind control stories, I've noticed that many of the first published stories by amateur authors fall into this genre and use many of the same cliches. This was recently explained to me as being the "Hello World!" of erotic literature. (For those with no programming experience, the reference books for almost every programming language. He led me to an elevator and pushed the top button. "Up with the big boys," he said. I didn't bother to say anything. He led me down a hallway to a double door, knocked and said: "Here he is," when it opened. There were large windows, a meeting table, and three people. One was Sue, who kissed me just where Weena had. The two men were introduced: station manager and programming manager. Handshakes and card exchanges took place. I was offered "coffee or whatever," and a hand was waved toward a.