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PC Case Made Completely of Fans
drgroove writes "I work in a computer store building PCs all day. With every new case there are one or two 8cm case fans included. Most of the systems we build do not need any more cooling than is supplied by the CPU fan as most of our customers generally don't go in for all this 'overclocking malarky.'
Looking around the stock room I discovered two large boxes of unused 8cm case fans. Surfing through case mod sites, the most popular mod you see (besides Lexan windows) is some form of whizzy cooling device, be it fan or waterblock. People go to great lengths to keep their PCs cool. Now... putting these two things together..."
There I was, a woman of 47 years, dressed in my Victoria's Secret black, lacy stockings and velvet choker, and butt plug-- lying atop a king-sized bed in a tiny honeymoon inn overlooking the ocean. I was awaiting the arrival of a young man I'd only "met" via a reply to a piece of raw, erotic "literature" I'd submitted to an Internet newsgroup. Oh, we'd gotten to know each other through email. I'd even watched a homemade video (created especially for me) featuring you masturbating to orgasm. I'd been fascinated by the extreme dimensions of your youthful cock, but also by the volume and range of the ejaculation as it spurted from the tip of your awesome organ. Three times we'd brought one another to orgasm--over the telephone! And speaking of fascination, how can I omit the two bits of 'jewelry' adorning the hidden areas of your body. You. had mentioned several times (before sending the video), that you'd had a hot secret, but wouldn't let on to me exactly what it was. You are a tremendous tease--a trait that seemed to turn me on to the point of my pussy thumping madly on the seat of my chair. The video revealed the secret--not one, but two hidden piercings: the right nipple, and a larger ring known as a P.A. (for Prince Albert, beloved consort to Queen Victoria). The rather large ring first pierced the skin right at the rim of your cock and then emerged through the hole on top. In the video, you. showed how freely the ring could be spun around, and intimated how much your orgasms have intensified since having it instilled. Judging by the amazing stream of cum in the video, I had no doubts of the veracity of that statement. I'd experienced three orgasms as I massaged my own pussy during the course of watching the video. Another bit I'd discovered was that you love giving spankings. I'd never even considered the sexual excitement inherent in being on the receiving end...but reading your descriptions of this activity in a fantasy you'd written for me had left me sopping wet and throbbing so hard I'd been forced to masturbate--right in my office! Already at this point, I'd crossed more barriers than ever before in my life. But there was yet another to traverse--turning a virtual computer affair into a real experience of the flesh. And I was MAD to do it! An opportunity arose for me to visit a city not too distant from the one in which you lived and worked. It was to be a business trip with four colleagues, but if we planned it properly, we just might be able to have a day and night together. Each of us had agreed not to masturbate for the week preceding our rendezvous. But I, finding myself in bed one night, literally shaking with desire, had broken the promise. You had not. So you had a week of sexual tension building up, hoping for a tremendous explosion as a result of our first encounter. You would not be disappointed--nor would I. So there I lay, in the throes of one of those "Oh God, have I really done this?" moments of doubt and fear, waiting for your plane-delayed arrival. Sooner than expected, I heard a soft rapping on the balcony door. Leaping from the bed, I fumbled with the door latch to find you standing before me--your full 6'3" frame towering above my petite 5'4"... In order to bring our eyes to the same level, you quickly sat down on the arm of an upholstered chair near the balcony door. I stood in the "V" produced by your very long legs, my belt buckle pressed against your belly. We shook hands. In a second I'd placed my hands on either side of your face and begun to kiss your mouth. Gently at first...very gently, as you'd imagined in yet another written fantasy, describing this meeting. Your lips were soft, and just the right level of moisture....I could feel the heavy pulsing between my thighs as I forced my tongue between your lips, alternately sucking each of them, then sucking your huge tongue; sucking it deep into the back of my mouth. You moaned softly. I couldn't be coy about this. In a flash, I was undoing the buttons of your flannel shirt. My mouth was all
Don't you mean, fantastic?
Ugh. Mod me down for that one - I feel so dirty...
Does this make my brain look big?
Wow, is that the G5 PowerBook prototype from 2004?
I must be wakewalking through dreams.