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Karen awoke sooner than they had expected her to. When she did I suddenly realized that she could now untie me and we had a chance to escape. Unfortunately, the drugs they had given her had not worn off yet, and she was still unable to think about anything except cocks and cunts.
“Karen! Untie me, quick!”, I instructed. Karen looked at me through glazed eyes as she sat up and spreading her legs open in front of me began to rub her clit once again. “I need cock, Master! Gawd, I need cock so bad!”
“Karen, come here and untie me! We can get away now, if you’ll just untie me…come on!”, I implored.
When she began crawling to me I thought perhaps I had finally gotten through to her, but rather than untying me she began unzipping my pants and taking my cock from them. Her mouth immediately covered my [ ...continue reading "Karen, Kidnapped, Part Three" ]
Trying to get the bicycle into the trunk wasn’t easy, but after several minutes of contortions and rethinking, I managed to slide it all the way in. By this time, my erection had subsided almost to bearable levels.
“Whew!” I said. “A tighter fit than I thought!”
She took one step closer and looked up at me. “Yes,” she said, then looking down at the bulge in my pants where my erection was eagerly returning. “That does look like a tight fit!” She looked back up again and smiled.
Blushing, I’m sure, I said, “Uh, well, yes.” Short pause. “Well, I guess we’d better get going!” With a lingering glance, she walked around to the passenger side of my car, but the door was locked.
“Oh, sorry!” I said. I jumped in and hit the power locks button. She climbed in, fastened her seat belt, and off we went.
“So, what’s your name?” I asked [ ...continue reading "Reorientation" ]
She lay in bed motionless. She had awakened a few minutes earlier, langourous, her body thick with sleep. Her first thoughts had been about her husband, how he had just left for two days and she didn’t remember kissing him good-bye, although she knew she must have. Certainly, she must have. There were certain conventions to adhere to. If even they began to deteriorate. The thought annoyed her. It hadn’t gone this far without keeping to some sort of routine. Or had he just crept out in the early morning, leaving her deep in her dreams about… She had dreamt of her lover and now her thoughts turned to her friend, the man she had, perhaps mistakenly, indulged with on her living room carpet…years ago. It wasn’t that it hadn’t been fun. Actually the thought made her frown and smile simultaneously. The look of shock on his face when she [ ...continue reading "Red Cuffs" ]
It was a hard relationship to describe. They had a lot in common – both were professionals working full time, both married, both having two children. But much of the similarities ended there, one was female, and a delightful one at that, but more on this later, the other male. Although they worked together they lived far apart. Since neither one could bear to hurt another their “romance” was not the textbook-type. Sandy and Jim sort of recognized that their lives were previously taken, but they still had a deep attraction and affection for each other. They enjoyed being together, whenever they could manage it, for the office wags would have a field day if their “relationship”, no matter how chaste, became public knowledge.
For a long time now Jim had been “romancing” Sandy with notes of undying affection and love and Sandy had been receiving the verbal love and affection [ ...continue reading "The Birthday Present" ]
Christine’s Return
I was at my desk when Christine came by. She asked if I’d like to do another photo session on Saturday. Not being a fool, I quickly agreed. I called and cancelled a shoot with Angela Wednesday night. It was getting to expensive to have her come in every week. Since I had a “free” model in Christine, I decided she could wait awhile. Angela sounded disappointed but I told her I would call her the following week and reschedule. Saturday could not come fast enough. Christine showed up wearing a red and white striped blouse and blue jeans. I took her to the basement to see the improvements I had made since her last visit. She seemed impressed by the dark room. As we were making small talk, I asked her how her boyfriend was enjoying his pictures. She said that he had discovered some of the [ ...continue reading "Part 3 "Photographer"" ]
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