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Curiosity tugged As I waited to hear back about which projects, if any, I’d been assigned, et my hands on one of Boucher’s books, and an electronic version at that I was happy to get anything of course, but his seemed the kind of work to be held and experienced viscerally

There were print copies Mostly on eBay, posted by the lucky sods who had snagged them when they were still new All for prices well outside what I could afford, even if I ate only rice, with nothing but drea beyond instant coffee I’d already been a student once

But the words froital copy of his work came back to me Line by line, phrase by phrase Those silad to be alive No ot The literary equivalent of the sentiood day’

Boucher spoke to et the effect I also didn’t want anything else to be able to distract hts off before a movie, even when they’re at home

The projector of es I’d never really understood the near aniht have different ways of going about it, but were ultioals

I couldn’t draw, or even really paint Nor was I really much of a writer, myself I would never be published, but my career, such as it was at that point, had been in publishing, and I loved it I loved to read

Hugo Boucher was on another level, though He was absolutely beautiful, in body as well as in print Although I didn’t have too raphs were scarce, much like his treasured output

There were rus that no one had seen Not toon for over five years I stared at the single photograph of him on the company website and it almost felt like he looked at me across space and ti little justice to his true Norarette A risky h, in his defense, the io, its subject an obstinate youth of 25

It was kind of crazy, considering I’d never met the man, but somehow I felt like I knew him, like he understood me And I’d had a torrid crush on hie

And now? Hi my new boss? It felt a little like fate

I hadn’tvery uilt if nothing else Girls weren’t supposed to do that sort of thing It was taboo for everyone, sure, but it was souys But as the button loosened on iveness, and indeed purity, were the furthest things from my mind

My experience was short, butuntil I was on a bed, at least inworld The two versions of oal

I gasped as my clit throbbed, roused by the sudden attention, almost painfully sensitive

The sound of the doormy senses as he came in, naked from the waist up His lower half clad only in a pair of silk pajanificent hard-on already outlined in the front of the pitch black ers fro him full access for whatever he wanted to do I was completely his, and he seemed to know it

I could feel the edge of the bed dip with the extra weight, as Hugo cli at s Working his way gradually, teasingly up ift he was ainstame like a slide-whistle

The gasp ripped out of er insidehtly betweennext