(Easing her fingers gently from Bettes mouth, Tina rested her hand alongside Bettes head, pulling the corner of the sheet from the bed as she clenched her fingers. Never breaking eye contact with her wife, Tina shifted her hips, hooking her right foot under Bettes calf, placing her weight behind each thrust of her fingers. . . . Blinking away the sweat starting to trickle down her forehead, Tina felt overwhelmed with love for the woman whose body was about to break beneath her. Feeling Bette start to shake, her ***** harden under her thumb, Tina once again spoke to her wife, love softening the huskiness of her voice.Yes Bettelet me feel you.I love you.so much.baby, I want you to come.please come for me Bette. . . . SATIN SHEETS by CRAMIT.

Are you frickin kidding me? How can you read THAT and not want more??? I dont know you CRAMS, and I dont know where you came from after all these months and I dont believe a word of that trying my hand at this stuff because you are fabulous . . .all I know is that you make me late for work and for that I am on my knees, prostrate in front of you, arms extended, bowing and exalting you I AM NOT WORTHY. You are one of many I seek out when I am shaking, when I am weak, when I need a fix to feed my addiction. You are at the top of the I Need *****-like Romantic Hot ***** list – I seek out others to feed the numerous needs of the addiction but you are definitely one I crave. I dont care what the others think, I am speaking for myself this time . . .THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU . . . .)

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Its Sunday late night, early morning and I am lying I bed, one arm bent and under my head; the other lightly stroking Ks forearm which is draped across my stomach. Having always been one who couldnt sleep, I am constantly amazed how peaceful and effortlessly K does it.

I look at her and wonder how such polar personalities manage to co-exist. She the calm, reasonable, talented artistic one . . me the excitable, illogical, immature goofball. Its not that we dont have lots in common, we do. Its just that I am in constant awe of her unconditional love for me. She knows I have issues, but she says they are part of my past and she is my future–and thats all she wants from me.

She even suggested that I take advantage of my shrink sessions to discuss my past and maybe I can get two problems solved at the same time. Shes so smart and clever and understanding – I love her more than life itself.

We got a lot done today despite the fact that Sunday is our *****-all-over-the-house day. K hates me calling Sundays that because she says we make love all over the house – I tell her she can call it whatever she wants . . . *****, love, *****, whatever because whatever it is, she is the only person I want to do it with – – unbelievable as it might sound I cant even fantasize about her being someone else.

Sometimes I regret turning her on to the FAN FIC stories because she always wants to play Bette -n-Tina — she likes to be Bette so she can boss me around and dominate the situation and I certainly dont object when she brings out the handcuffs and vibrators. But when we play and I close my eyes, its always K I see, K I feel, K I want. She wants me to say her name when I ***** and sometimes I dont know what name she wants me to scream so I just yell Baby, Oh Yea Baby. But I dont dare tell her that during the game, christ shell beat the livin ***** out of me. This girl is kinda crazy when it comes to ***** stuff.

Our dog Elvis lies at the end of the bed happy to be allowed back in the house. He is relegated to the back yard during Sunday ***** day because he has a tendency to watch. Hes my dog, given to me by my best friends as a wedding present when we were in Vegas , but he has Ks personality – hes calm, disciplined, faithful and loves us both unconditionally. I killed my other dog, by accident mind you, but killed nonetheless. I underestimated his love for riding in the car as opposed to his obsession for squirrels. I opened the door of the house one day telling him to get in the car, but he bolted into the street chasing a nut-eating rodent. Death was instantaneous and painless, but death nonetheless.

Once again K was so great during that time. Although I professed to despise that mutt, K knew better and arranged a funeral party and backyard burial. She is so wonderful that I dont know how I lived without her and her love all these years.

I almost destroyed my relationship with her because my addiction to the FAN FIC stories was so intense that I lied constantly to her and resisted her efforts to have us live together. After I finally told her about the site, she was actually appreciative of my sharing something so intimate with her and often joins me for reading sessions.

I dont want to lose my job over this ridiculous obsession, so I am going to try to work with the company psychiatrist and see what can be done. The first appointment was not very productive. In fact I took an instant disliking to the doctor, one Dr. Stella Repp. I thought she was kind of a disorganized bonehead and I told her so. She wanted me to be honest. I also told her I didnt think she was as qualified as my good friend Dr. Marie Brandt, who has worked miracles with couples having relationship crises. I suggested that she contact Dr. Brandt if she needed any advice on giving me advice.

Dr. Repp was not amused. I think she is way too serious and is not going to be any fun at all. I may have to come up with a plan to deal with this mind bender. She may prove to be a challenge, a tough nut to crack, but she has never had to deal with this nut before, this Beach nut.

The good doctor gave me an assignment after our last session which has proven to be extremely difficult for me. She wants me to make a list of the stories to which I am the most addicted and why. Is she ***** insane? That would be like asking a parent to line up her children in the order of favorite to least favorite. You cant ask someone to do that. Then she wants me to start eliminating a story a day from my reading list . . A slow withdrawal of sorts I guess. This woman just doesnt get it. I dont think she has ever read one of the stories, for if she did, she wouldnt be so mean with this assignment.

Earlier in the evening K actually helped me with the task. We tried to organize the stories into categories like GREAT MUSH, GRATUITIOUS UNNECESSARY *****, HOT *****-LIKE ROMANTIC *****, FUN AND FUNNY STUFF, ONE HIT WONDERS.

We didnt get very far especially after reading some of that Gargy stuff when we had to stop for our own gratuitous unnecessary *****.. But we got a lot done.

I am not looking forward to tomorrows session, but I will go. That is probably why I cant seem to sleep tonight. I feel K stir against me and I ask her if I should put Elvis outside for awhile.

I thought youd never ask, she replies . . . .




TBC . . . .