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The Method: Part 3

Rick smiled.

"Nothing. Except you just had the most intense sense memory it's ever been my pleasure to witness. I've never seen anything like it before. You went back in time and relived an event like nobody else I've ever heard of or seen. And I've seen some pretty weird things in some of the acting classes I've been in. I once saw a girl actually go down into the fetal position and cry like a baby from reliving some memory. That was intense. But this. My God, this was sublime. The ability to do what you just did is one of the finest gifts any actress could ever hope to have. Do you have any idea of the magnitude of what just happened here?"

I could only shake my head, still trying to cope with the simple fact that I'd just had an orgasm in front of Rick and we hadn't even made love. It made me feel strangely naked in front of him. Much more so than if I'd been just physically nude.

"If you can bring up such a personal and private moment of your life so vividly that you actually physically relive it, if you can tap that gift and make it come alive whenever you need it."

He placed his hands on my shoulders, feeling strong and masculine. "If you can do that, you'll make Meryl Streep look like a rank amateur."

I was still shaking my head, overwhelmed by what had just taken place and not fully understanding what my body had just done.

"I can't. I could never do that in front of people."

"I don't mean that particular memory, knucklehead," he said, lightly kissing my forehead. "You have the ability to really feel something. I saw it right here tonight. You felt something that I directed you to feel."

"But you're not always going to be there to direct me," I said. I looked down at my still exposed breasts. "Especially not like that."

When I looked back up at him, I saw a sudden shift in his eyes. He looked down at my breasts and then up to my face again. His hands left my shoulders and found my flaring nipples. His fingers were bursting with that electric eroticism once more. He almost seemed to possess the ability to turn it on and off at will.

His face drew nearer to mine and our lips met. I parted my tongue to accept his tongue into my mouth as his arms went around my body.

There was no longer any smell of cologne in the room. It had long since evaporated into the essence of an old dream. Instead, the slightly sweet aroma of the wine from his mouth was back in full force.

He scooped me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. Although I've lost a pretty good deal of weight since my first time, nobody is going to confused me with a runway model. I was shocked by how strong he was, lifting me into his arms and carrying me with seemingly no strain at all.

When we got to the bedroom, he put me down and began disrobing me.

He pushed down my dress to once again expose my tits, my nipples hard and eager for his kisses. Slowly, teasingly, he moved the dress further down my body, exposing me little by little, inch by inch and I saw approval in his eyes. As he pushed the dress down, his tongue followed, kissing me through my cleavage and down along my belly.

Finally, his hand crept along the back of my legs, caressing my calves he gently lifted my feet up and over the dress so that I was standing there in nothing but panties.

Caressing my breasts lightly with his fingertips, he kissed my neck. Then he slowly ran the back of his fingers down my stomach until he made soft, tentative contact with aching pussy through my satiny undies. I bit my trembling lip as he made his way back down my neck with his lips, gradually inching toward my breasts. When he eagerly sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, it felt like my entire head exploded.

I grew dizzy, feeling like a million bees were buzzing inside my brain. My knees nearly collapsed beneath me and I had to reach out for his shoulders to steady myself. Spreading my legs wider to give myself more balance, Rick instead took it as a move of another sort of need. He increased the rhythm of his rubbing motion and I gasped. I moved my legs wider apart, resting on hand on his shoulders while I ran my the fingers of my other hand through his thick black hair while he greedily suckled at my tit.

I have never ached so deeply to feel a man inside me. The desire to fuck Rick was just literally overwhelming all my senses. In fact, I couldn't remember ever wanting anything more in my life than to make love with him; not even wanting to win an Academy Award.

His tongue went to my other breast and he flicked it rapidly back and forth over my nipple. If felt so powerfully good that I actually felt it in my asshole!

He took his mouth away from my tits and started kissing his way around my body. His kisses were sweet and gentle as he made his way behind me, running his fingertips up and down my spine. And then suddenly he pressed himself up against me and I felt his hardness and was overcome.

His dick was huge!

Contributed by: Tim Sexton 10/12/2006

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