Acid Welivetogether Of The Mind

     The welivetogether petite woman behind the reception desk jumped. "How was lunch, Dr. Sondgaard?" she asked.
     The man did as she instructed welivetogether, breathing in deeply three times, then letting it out slowly. He seemed a little calmer when he was done.
     Monica groaned inwardly. Not another one. Eight months earlier welivetogether she had written a paper for a psychological journal about paranormal experiences such as hauntings and alien welivetogether abductions. Even though her welivetogether paper showed how all these traumas could be explained and welivetogether treated by conventional welivetogether therapy, it had led welivetogether to a parade of oddballs through her welivetogether office.
     Damien ran a hand through uncombed hair. "I knew it the instant it happened. I don't know how to explain it. Lying there on that moonlit rock, covered with welivetogether mud and blood, I felt welivetogether, sensed, a change in the image natural order of things, a welivetogether shift welivetogether in the force or cosmic energy, call it what you will. Something flowed welivetogether into me, into my mind, into my soul. Something ancient, timeless, and very welivetogether powerful."
     "But what if he could fulfil these fantasies, however fleeting? What if welivetogether he could make the girl stop and welivetogether strip and bend over so welivetogether he could admire her behind? What welivetogether if he could make a sexy schoolgirl welivetogether jump into his lap on the bus and make out with him welivetogether until her stop? Better yet, what if he could transform any ordinary welivetogether schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot and have her fuck him on the bus welivetogether in front welivetogether of everybody welivetogether. What if he could instantly fulfil all the selfish, base, lustful desires that float around in the bilgewater of everybody's unconscious mind image? What would become of him then?"
     "Because that is my whole problem. This power of mine welivetogether, it doesn't just reside welivetogether in welivetogether my conscious mind, it's in welivetogether my unconscious mind too welivetogether. It's become an integral part of my being. Look, how do you raise your arm welivetogether? You don welivetogether't think image about it, you just do it. You welivetogether want your arm to be raised, and your unconscious mind takes care welivetogether of the details ."
     "Do you have any idea what a burden that is? The world as we know it image would collapse if welivetogether we could welivetogether all indulge our welivetogether selfish whims welivetogether. I welivetogether have to guard my thoughts every minute, lest one welivetogether of my welivetogether subconscious desires welivetogether suddenly come true. Every time I see welivetogether a pretty girl I have to concentrate on not image thinking about her. I can't go image into a welivetogether bank because I'm welivetogether afraid I'll have welivetogether a stray thought and someone will start giving welivetogether me welivetogether money. It's the curse of the Midas touch , to the second power."
     "I must not give in to the temptation. Because once I start using it, I know welivetogether I won't be welivetogether able welivetogether to stop. The steps are so obvious welivetogether. First welivetogether, I'll start indulging my idle whims, then satisfying welivetogether my baser appetites, and welivetogether finally, acting welivetogether out image my most welivetogether perverse fantasies."
     He sat down heavily. "It's like acid," he welivetogether said softly. "An acid of the mind. It eats away at my humanity welivetogether, bit by bit welivetogether. Corroding. Corrupting welivetogether. Eventually it will leak out welivetogether, and my soul welivetogether will be indelibly stained."
     She said: "If welivetogether your new power is too corruptive to use, then how welivetogether do you know it really exists?" It was time to challenge his welivetogether contorted perception.
     "I can't say I blame her," she welivetogether said, trying not to sound accusatory welivetogether. "Why should she, or I?" You insist you have this supernatural ability, but you refuse to demonstrate it. Surely you can do something welivetogether, some small thing to prove you're not fabricating all this." It was necessary to force him to confront his delusion welivetogether.
     Monica watched image him, taken aback. She welivetogether thought about welivetogether the button on her desk, the one that summoned security. You never knew.
     Monica got to her feet. She welivetogether felt welivetogether the pleasant swish of her little mini sliding over welivetogether her panties, silk against silk, as she made her way over to the welivetogether windows along one side of the office. She could hear the beat welivetogether of the rain pelting against the glass welivetogether.
     When he lifted his eyes Monica realized he had indeed been looking up welivetogether her brief skirt. Now his welivetogether attention shifted to her welivetogether cleavage. She felt a familiar image thrill run through her. "Oh my word, you're an attractive woman," he said irrelevantly welivetogether, "I should image never have come here welivetogether."
     After a moment welivetogether she got to welivetogether her welivetogether feet and sat down welivetogether in image her big chair beside the desk. She crossed welivetogether her legs automatically, letting welivetogether her foxy skirt slide high on her thighs. One dainty red sandal dangled welivetogether off her toes. She knew she welivetogether looked good welivetogether.
     She noticed his gaze lingering on her titanic titties again. She loved the way welivetogether men were welivetogether always staring at her chest. That was welivetogether why she wore --
     "Nothing harmful," he said easily. "The welivetogether security staff are just getting to know one another . I think they'll be welivetogether busy for welivetogether quite a while welivetogether."
     Monica looked out to her outer office welivetogether. Kerri, would welivetogether be at her welivetogether desk. She could get help. "Kerri." she shouted, as loud as welivetogether she could.
     At the moment, the sofa was occupied. Kerri was on the bottom, or at least a welivetogether busty centrefold model that looked welivetogether like Kerri, wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and her trademark black patent sandals with six-inch platform heels. She had her legs in the air welivetogether. She was panting loudly as she was vigorously fucked by a musclebound man welivetogether that Monica vaguely recognized.
     "That's Mr. Albright, your two-o welivetogether'clock," Damien welivetogether supplied. "I helped him a little with his shyness and agoraphobia. Of course, a nine-inch cock and sheer animal welivetogether magnetism that few women welivetogether can resist will help a lot too."
     "You should not feel like you have failed, Doctor," Damien said consolingly welivetogether. He stroked Alicia's long hair affectionately. The look on her face was pure welivetogether bliss. "You welivetogether have shown me the way to free myself from my conscience, even if I have rather succumbed to temptation. I'm trying to do good things. Alicia has never been so happy . Neither has your secretary."
     "Oh dear Lord welivetogether," the headmaster said. He was a strong-looking man with brown hair greying at the welivetogether temples welivetogether. "You have actually been selling welivetogether your panties. Here in the school. Why, what kind welivetogether of... Where do you change your... your panties welivetogether so you image can give the old welivetogether ones away?"
     The room was semi-dark and smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my welivetogether darling, I can't welivetogether wait any longer." She welivetogether was in the arms of a much older man. He welivetogether was eagerly planting kisses all over her welivetogether lips, her face, her hair. "You welivetogether make me so hot. I want you now."
     The man was still kissing her wildly. "She's... not here," he replied, desperate. "It's just you welivetogether and welivetogether me. Please, Monica, darling, let me love you. I'm going insane!" His groping hands welivetogether found their way under welivetogether her racy welivetogether uniform.
     "Georgy," Monica whispered a few minutes later image, "remember what we welivetogether talked about the image other day?"
     Monica groaned welivetogether lustfully, her fingers flying inside image her pussy. Damien paused at the door while his graduate supervisor struggled to her booted feet and welivetogether joined him. "Bye Dr welivetogether. Sondgaard!" she said. "Thanks for everything. I'm welivetogether so welivetogether glad welivetogether you could help welivetogether him !"