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Be my victim
His voice, so deep, and melodic like chocolate to her ears. She trembled. Yes, she would gladly be his victim, she always was. She nodded consent, the games begin.
His hands, rough on her clothing, grabbing handfuls and ripping, shredding it off her. She squealed at the sheer force of his desire for her. He ripped and tore away her dress like it was tissue paper, pausing to run his hungry hands over her bare flesh.
She responded, moan...
Read more...His voice, so deep, and melodic like chocolate to her ears. She trembled. Yes, she would gladly be his victim, she always was. She nodded consent, the games begin.
His hands, rough on her clothing, grabbing handfuls and ripping, shredding it off her. She squealed at the sheer force of his desire for her. He ripped and tore away her dress like it was tissue paper, pausing to run his hungry hands over her bare flesh.
She responded, moan...
The crowd milled about the gallery sipping glasses of champagne, their eyes fixed upon the wall and the display of erotic artwork featured in the show. They gave appreciative smiles and murmurs as they passed by each piece, but there was a slight look of confusion on all their faces. The pictures were expressionist in style, a mixture of colors, shapes and textures. There was no set form in them, but only suggested in the composition of the whole. Without form nor detail the pictures were causing quite a st...
Read more...Greg and Tina watched out the window. Across the quad, the apartment was dark. They didnt know who lived there. Didnt care to know. They only knew that that couple liked to watch and be watched and that was all they ever wanted to know. There was no faces, no names, nothing that would allow them to notice each other on the street. The were just shadows. Tonight was their turn and Tina and Greg got to watch.
A flickering light came on and Tina clapped once and slid her panties off in an...
Read more...A flickering light came on and Tina clapped once and slid her panties off in an...
". . . Well, sir if you'll let me explain why our service is far better then the one you . . . sir? . . . Sir? Aww fuck it." Shelly slammed the phone down. She hated when they hung up on her. She was just trying to make a living, they didn't have to be rude.
She hated cold calling. She hated calling up people and trying to set up appointments but, it was sposed to be easy money. Easy. . .ya right. The only benefit was that she could work from home and that was it. Without a car, an offic...
Read more...She hated cold calling. She hated calling up people and trying to set up appointments but, it was sposed to be easy money. Easy. . .ya right. The only benefit was that she could work from home and that was it. Without a car, an offic...
Part I, The Hunter
He paused and sniffed the air. She knew death was following her and in a strange way, she welcomed it, longed for it. That is the paradox of mortals. They fear death more then anything else and yet, they long for its embrace. They try and push life to the limit to defy death. They only play at courage. They never truly know the face of death through their half closed eyes.
He had first seen the prey six days ago . . . Or was it more. Days h...
Her ass was high in the air, pillows boosting her up so her pussy was pointing almost straight up. Ropes wrapped her body like spiders silk on prey. She was helpless and held in place, at his mercy.
The room was lit by candles, the warm light giving everything a golden glow. Her skin, so sweetly pale was glowing in the light, making her look somehow magical and ethereal. As she waited her anticipation grew as did her arousal. Her pussy lips were open and her hot waiting slit dripped cum ...
Read more...The room was lit by candles, the warm light giving everything a golden glow. Her skin, so sweetly pale was glowing in the light, making her look somehow magical and ethereal. As she waited her anticipation grew as did her arousal. Her pussy lips were open and her hot waiting slit dripped cum ...
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