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Donny & Andrea
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Donny and Andrea, a Fantasy
Copywrite 1994 by Diane Morgan
It was the strangest feeling. A combination of anticipation, excitement,
and dread. What had she meant?
Andrea (she preferred to be called "Andy") was the personnel manager at
the company where I worked. We had been seeing each other for the last
six months, and I was head over heels in love with her. She was tall
and slim, with her short boyish blond hair she looked like Jamie Lee Curtis,
and the "man tailored" silk shirts and sophisticated clothes she wore made
her irresistible. No little shrinking violet she.
As I mentioned, we had been seeing each other about six months, and the
subject of marriage had come up. In fact, I had proposed to her the week
before. It was her answer that stirred these emotions in me now.
"Donny, I do love you too, but I can't answer your question yet. There
are some things about me you don't know, and I can't tell you. We both
have vacation time coming, we'll take it together, and if, after the end
of the two weeks, you still feel the same way, then my answer will be
'yes'." What could she have meant? What were her "secrets" that she
couldn't tell me? What could there be about her that would make me
change the way I felt?
Anyway, it was Friday afternoon, and she had arranged that our two week
vacations would both start this weekend. She had told me to meet her at
her apartment at 6:00 PM, and I was on my way. She had given me her garage
key and told me to put my car in the basement, not on the street. Was I
actually going to be there all night for the first time? (Actually, you
may find this difficult to believe, but our relationship had been rather
chaste and "old fashioned".)
She opened her door immediately to my knock, standing there in silk shirt,
riding pants and boots, she took my breath away. "Come in Donny" she said,
taking my hand and drawing me into the apartment. She led me to the couch,
and as we sat down, started to speak.
"This is kind of hard for me, because I am VERY fond of you. You know there
are stories going around the office about me" she started, "They say I don't
like men, and that I'm probably a lesbian."
"I've heard that, but you know I don't believe it" I protested.
"Well," she answered, "There is a grain of truth in the stories. I want a
man, but he must be a special kind of man. I want to believe you are that
kind of man, but if you're not, I'll understand."
With that, she took my hand, and lead me into the bedroom. "Take your
clothes off please." Well, considering how "chaste" our relationship had
been I was somewhat startled, but eagerly complied. I was a taken aback
though when she then asked me "Please put these on", handing me a pair of
black satin panties. I complied though, even though she followed that with
opaque black silk stockings, a lacy black garter belt and a black silk
camisole. It was a strange feeling, the silk rustling against my skin.
"Turn around" she said, and as I did, she slipped a padded black satin
corset around my waist and chest, and started lacing it up behind my back.
I've always considered myself a fairly macho kind of guy, but as the corset
pulled my waist smaller and smaller, and I looked down and saw what looked
like full breasts bulging out of my chest, I started to get hard. Andy
noticed, and said "You know, you may be the man I've been looking for."
To Be Continued
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