Lois Lane

Lois frantically moved her fingers as thoughts of Superman filled her head.

Superman was the name she'd given to the new hero who'd arrived in Metropolis, and although she'd only met him once, he was all she'd been thinking of since. He was stuck in her head, though she really wanted him stuck in other places. She pounded away at her keyboard, in the same way she wanted to be pounded away at, trying to keep to the facts and not drift away into her fantasies.

The room felt too warm, as she unbuttoned the top of her blouse, and she wondered if there was something wrong with the air-conditioning, but no, it was just the thought of him. She was obsessed. She looked over at the new guy Clark and, for a second, even he reminded her of Superman.

She typed the final words of her story. and looked over it, blushing. Speeding bullets, powerful locomotives, tall buildings - it didn't take Sigmund Freud to see the subtext. She'd even called him the Man of Steel. Still, she couldn't take any more; she had to get away on her own. Lois would have to rely on Perry to edit out all that filth. Heaven forbid Superman should ever see that first draft.

Finding an empty meeting room, she sat down on the table, pulling down her skirt, followed by her moist pink panties. Time to start on a new story. one where her fingers met and went for a journey down Lois Lane.

Lois frantically moved her fingers as thoughts of Superman filled her head.