Dirty Hot Cherry

Cupping his face with her hands, she seemed to drift away in fantasy at his gaze.  He didn't know if she leaned forward or he did, but in the next moment her face swam out of focus and in her fantasy, her mouth opened over his.  Shock at her unexpected aggression held him immobile for a heartbeat and her tongue parted his sensuous lips, seeking the silken warmth of his sensuous mouth, probing insistently.  Opening his thoughts, he felt himself drawn into a maelstrom of fantasy and passion, much more powerful than he had expected.  And completely alien, unfamiliar.  This being had Tim's form, her taste and scent, but it was definitely different from Datti. Is it fiction?

Opening the gate to such an overwhelming psychic overload of fantasy swamped Phil, and he silently screamed in fear and denial.  For an endless moment, he lost consciousness, completely subsumed in the torrent of power buffeting him.  All of his nerve endings were buzzing and flashes of black, deep purple and brilliant crimson obscured his vision.  His ears were filled with a roaring ocean and all other sensations were lost.