RAGE
It was as pure as the rain. Elemental and unbound. Before he knew it he had struck the dashboard in his car and the whole thing shook and the downpour cocooned his impotent fury from the glistening street and the couple frantically crossing it under one black umbrella.
It was unusual for Mark, that kind of anger. He choked the steering wheel with his fists. He had never actually hated anyone until the incident with Kate.
He despised the way that she could stick her hands into his life and
My name is Dylan, and I’m a rapist…or at least I thought I was. Lying there in the dark, pretending to be asleep and listening for the tell-tale crackle of a police walkie-talkie from outside my apartment door, I wondered if Samantha was still in her bedroom. Wondered if she’d called the cops to tell them her roommate had raped her, or if she’d fled the apartment and was banging on our neighbors’ doors, desperately trying to find someone who’d help her.
Sandra was young and ambitious. She didn’t mind working hard to get what she wanted, and she had managed to put together a nice bank account. She might still be eighteen and studying, but she had things planned.
She had a reasonable part time job working at the local butchers on the weekends, which paid way better than a fast food joint, and she was available for baby-sitting work.
A number of girls at the school had set up a little network so mothers could always be confident of getting
I can’t imagine an officer, at least one like me, ending up in a situation like this. It was humiliating…and strangely erotic. There I was, tied to a beautiful woman, both of us down to our unmentionables, while she rode me like a two-bit stripper and I tried my best not to embarrass myself by losing it right in my boxers.
Oh, right, you probably wanna know how this thing started. Well, a few weeks ago we got a kid fresh out of the academy — Julie Sanders. There were two good
I won the lottery. Really big….over 300 million dollars paid out over the next 25 years. In my late twenties and now filthy rich. What to do? What to do?
After I won, I did all the things that you are supposed to do: traveled, bought a nice house, not too big but certainly big enough, and pampered myself with all the gadgets and everything else to fill out my home. One of the things I pampered myself with was Sarah.
She, I hired away from a local massage parlor as a live in maid/house
Chapter 1
My name is Dee. That is my real name, but coincidentally, yes, I do have a set of D’s, actually they are 36DDs. When I first started working at my present company, a computer company, they would call me Dee. Over time, my female
Tango moved slowly around the verge of the Park, her eyes searching constantly for the slightest bit of motion. Her ears tuned keenly to the sounds around her. Her heightened adrenaline flow sharpened the smells around her to the extant that she could almost pick out individual humans. Her mouth pursed wryly, she was a Dog after all.
The kill had been a quick, clean one. The Target had known he’d been marked for death, but had never suspected it would be
This is a work of fiction and is intended to be entertainment for adults in locations where it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it. Real rape is a terrible thing. I would never really hurt anyone in that way. But fantasy rape and role play is a turn-on for many of both sexes.
“Boy, I’m glad I made it tonight,” Amy thought.
After getting off work late, Amy had decided to have a late night workout anyway. She stepped lively on the stepper machine, with sweat rolling down
This time I was bound to try it all. My first time had been a real eye opener for me, but just like my first time dropping in on a North Shore Break, Things hadn’t gone totally as expected. Oral being the only thing on that menu. Maybe like in Hawaii it all boiled down to nerves. What ever the case, I hadn’t completed the “set”.
However, now I knew what to expect. The nerves were still there, but this time there was also the tingling feeling of excitement. Over the last
“Don’t get me started”, you said again, as I mentioned Juan’s name. He was and still is your friend, but you know that I kissed him more then once. You trusted me, but I broke your trust. Now, I tease you all the time about those kisses, about how much of
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