The feedback I received regarding our last erotic story, "Give Me Fever," was phenomenal! A record, to say the least, in e-mails flooding my (ahem!) box. After countless hours of pondering, "Why, oh why, is this story so popular?" I suddenly realized the answer was simple: the story was a success because it was true! In the past 22 erotic stories I've penned for Danni's Hard Drive, never had I written something so intimately sexual. Honestly, I had no idea there was so much interest in the sexual escapades of the brainy beauty behind the text! Now that I know, I'll try to give you what you appreciate a little more often. Like now, for instance...

Seeing this layout brought yet another past sexcapade to mind, one that I think we can both get off on by strolling down my memory lane. Lucky for you, I have a memory that won't quit. (That's MEMORY. Not mammary! Although those don't necessarily "quit" either, I suppose.)

Anyone who knows Gypsy intimately knows she loves titty-fucking. Something about a guy getting off on something so simple as sliding in between my two mounds makes me incredibly horny. I suppose it's just the simplicity of it all that makes me wet. Of course, the best part is when they thrust it so far that it comes close to my face. Close enough that when I extend my pretty pink tongue I can lick off a string of pre-cum. But wait, we're getting much too far ahead of ourselves! I have a story to tell. I always have stories to tell!

Not too long ago, earlier this year actually, I ended up crashing at a gal pal's house in West Hollywood. I'd had one too many cocktails, she'd had one too many looks at my cleavage, and we both decided it'd be a good idea to keep each other company for the evening. Now, Miranda has been my friend for years. We've known each other since I first moved out here. She's seen me go through many changes, including my own sexual evolution. If you asked Miranda, she'd call it a sexual revolution! "Ever since you started working at Danni's Hard Drive, you've been so slutty I can hardly keep up with the men you're dating!" she said. Truth be told, Miranda's not exaggerating. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm "slutty." I have an incredible sense of self-worth, I value my body, and I don't give it up to complete and total strangers. In fact, I haven't had a one-night stand in ages! I have, however, loosened up and found my own sensuality since coming to DHD, which has resulted in my experimental romps with various friends who have wanted to get in my pants for years. Needless to say, I've lost some friends and have gained some new ones. Through it all, I remain a single woman.

As we hopped into bed together to watch some Nick at Night, Miranda continued. "You've probably even been with women since you started working there!" Oh, how little we tell our friends about our true sexuality. Clearly, I'm bisexual. Constant readers will remember that much from the last erotic story! But I didn't know whether I should say anything to Miranda, for fear that I may end up on the floor. I preferred the thought of sleeping in the bed, and even more preferred the thought of snuggling up next to her once she'd drifted off. "Do they make you write about that kind of stuff at Danni's?" she asked. "You know, the girl on girl stuff?"

"Occasionally," I smiled. "You make it sound like they force me to, though! I have a pretty open mind about that sort of thing. I'm not saying that I act upon it all the time, but I can certainly admit that I find other women attractive." The next question was inevitable. She wanted to know if I found her attractive! "Miranda," I whispered, "do you really think I'd be in bed with you if I didn't?" We both burst into hysterical laughter and beat each other over the head with our pillows. I felt like I was in high school again.

"You and your active imagination!" she laughed. "You know, I should take a look at the site sometime and read one of your stories. Or, better yet, I should have you read one to me."

"I have a better idea," I proposed. "How about I make one up about you, right now on the spot?" Her eyes widened at the idea. She needed no convincing. She flipped off the television, switched out the lights, and rolled over on her side. She was listening intensely to my silence, deep in anticipation of the bedtime story I was preparing for her. "You know that guy we saw at the club tonight? The one you were making eyes with? I swear, if he didn't have a girlfriend, it'd be him in your bed now and not me! I think it's only appropriate that we make the story be about him." I heard her giggle girlishly in the dark.

"You're dancing with him on the dance floor," I began, "but it's not just dancing. You and he have both lost all your sexual inhibitions. You've thrown caution to the wind, and you've thrown his girlfriend to the dogs!" She laughed out loud, and I knew she was already anxious to hear what happens next. "You have one leg half wrapped around him as he dry humps you to the rhythm of the house music. His shirt is off and his body is sweat-drenched from the heat of the lights. His hands reach up your shirt to cop a feel of your breasts, and as he does, your hands wander towards her lower torso and reach for the button on his jeans. Although you've been clothed, his hard-on has been pressing up against your pussy for close to an hour, and you know that if you don't get royally fucked by him soon, you're bound to start fingering yourself right there on the dance floor. His fingers trace over your nipples as you take his dick in your fist and begin stroking him. All those around you are watching, making the experience all the more enjoyable. You've both become true exhibitionists, playing your roles for the lustful audience that is before you. You know they want to see you get it on just as much as you want to have it happen."

It was about this time that I heard her start breathing heavily. Yes! I thought to myself. Danni would be so proud! No one can resist my sexy words. "He lets go of your breasts and quickly takes you by the hand. You move through the crowd and over by the speakers. The bass is pounding as he throws you up against the wall and rips off your blouse with his teeth. His mouth encircles your nipples as his hands reach down into your pants. He finds his way into your panties and takes his middle finger to your already damp pussy lips. His pinkie finger plays with your clitoris while his thumb pushes its way into your dripping honey hole. He licks your ear as he does this, whispering to you of how he wants to taste your juice against his tongue." Her tiny moans became louder and I knew for sure she was fingering herself then. What I wouldn't have given to turn on the lights and watch her masturbate... but I didn't want to ruin the mood!

"You switch positions with him quickly," I continue, "pushing him up against the wall and licking down his stomach towards his bulging cock. You unzip him all the way as his cock springs up onto your face. You waste no time with teasing. You take your tongue to his cock and suck on it hungrily like you've wanted to for the past hour. His pre-cum tastes so good in your mouth you can hardly stand it. You want him to fill you up with more, so you begin deep-throating him, jerking him at the same time with your hands. He's amazed at how far you can take him into your mouth. Your nose is pressing hard up against his pubes as the tip of his member hits the furthest depths of your throat. It hurts in a way that's so good, but you know if you do anymore he'll lose his load right then and there. So you release his prick, your face and hands wet with your own saliva. He picks you up and kisses you hot on the mouth as the two of you strip naked, paying no mind to the people on the dance floor near you."

By now she had no secrets left to keep from me. She probably knew I'd heard her earlier, and was at the point of ecstasy where it didn't matter who heard her, so long as she got off. Her moans were more like sharp little cries. I figured she must have three of four fingers in her to cry out like that. I continued, the determined prose artist that I am. "It feels incredible as he enters you. He talks dirty to you the whole time, putting his fingers in your mouth as he fucks you like you've never been fucked before. The raw passion of it all is overwhelming. He supports you with his arms as you wrap your legs around him and he plows into you like mad." I heard her screaming as she penetrated herself with her fingers, faster and faster. I stopped speaking then and allowed her own imagination to take over, as I could tell she was quickly coming to an orgasm. Meanwhile, I was smiling like a well-fed cat. Pussy, that is.