Written September 2001
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It was late. Paul was on assignment–had been all week. Madeline sighed. She hated to admit it, but she needed him–no, wanted him, ached for him. Slowly, she ran her hands across her breasts to her legs, pretending he was touching her instead, that his fingers had found their way to the wetness between her thighs. She gasped, and her gasps turned into moans as her gentle strokes became fervent rubs. It didn’t take long, and she called out his name as she climaxed. Her panting subsided, and she smiled in satisfaction. Soon she wouldn’t have to pretend…