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No Way Out, Day One (Parts 1 through 5) I'm starting a new story. The first two chapters are pretty much finished. (The line skips indicate new chapters, except for the first one) The rest is kinda in flux, still drafting and redrafting. Don't know how much longer I'll keep writing. Probably depends on the response. I got shit to do. The weather's been crappy, but it's gotta get better, and when it does, I'm outta here. (BTW, I owe a nod to my pal masterdad57 for some of the literary and plot devices I use in this story. Eventually I'll probably insert a segment that will owe its inspiration to the kindness of a special lady friend , in deference her married status, will remain nameless. If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, what is theft? Obsequious worship, probably  ) In response a comment below, among the innovations I'm using speed up the drafting is leaving out the quotation marks and paragraph breaks. 's worth the bother for serious writing, but this is just something for my kittens climax with. And remember, outside of a dog, a fast-paced erotic story is a girl's best friend. Inside of a dog, it is too dark to read.  Some of the stuff that's coming, if I like the response I get, will be: reaching for it, meeting another guy, the poker group (what happens if a player has a great hand and has to piss, but doesn't want to delay the game or throw the hand in? How about a glass poker table, with you underneath, taking care of my guests?), balcony sex, the strip club, alligator clips, pussy whipped, learning to greet guests, being prostituted. Leave me some goddam comments, kittens. It's no fun writing without some reaction. If I get discouraged, I'll probably just pull the plug on this baby and erase it. No Way Out - Day One (parts 1-5) It was a night you thought you had put behind you. A night on the town with the girls. They were single. You were married, but your husband was out of town. It was like old times, except one by one they paired off with guys. Then it was just you and Cindy. She introduced you to me. You didn't think anything of it at the time. She disappeared with another guy too, leaving you with me. You drank a little too much, talked a little too much, felt a little too sorry for yourself, left all alone with a too-charming stranger by your hubby and your girl friends. We wound up at my place, a massive brownstone with walls as thick as a castle in a quiet, upscale part of town. You found some of your favorites among my CDs. We drank some more. We danced on the verandah off the master bedroom with a view of the river. You wondered how many neighbors were watching us from behind their curtains, but you didn't care. They didn't know you. You didn't know them. They didn't know you were married. What did it matter if they could see us dancing? The evening seemed almost perfect. You didn't really want to let me have my way with you, but you were lonely, and you didn't want to go home either. You resisted, seriously, but in the end you gave in. What the hell. You'd never see me again anyhow, and you wanted a little sex, just some fun, something different, exciting. After all, I wasn't half bad looking. Late forties, mid fifties, longish hair, boyish looks. The next morning when you went home you were seriously ashamed and frightened. But was over. You put behind you. Enough time passes that you almost completely forget. Until your phone rings at work. "Hi princess." " is this?" "You don't remember, princess? You weren't that drunk that night, were you?" You hear me laugh. You feel your stomach tighten. "Why are you calling me here? This is where I work. What are you trying to do to me? That night was a mistake. I don't want you to call me again, ever!" Another laugh. "Well, sweetheart, isn't quite that simple. That married pussy of yours was kinda sweet. So sweet that I want some more of it." "Forget it. What happened that night was a mistake. It's over. I'm married and I don't want have anything do with you." "Before you get too hasty, kitten, you'd better your e-." "My e-?" "Just . should be a from me. I just sent . Do you see ?" Now you feel really sick. on your computer screen is an e-. "Click on the attachment. 's a photograph." "I'm not going to open ." "You'd better open kitten. I've got several more just like it, and some tasty video clips, ready send your husband, your and your ." You click, and your photograph, naked, with a cock in your mouth, flashes on the screen. You close the photograph quickly and around franticly see if anyone saw the screen. "My God! How did you get this? How did you get my number, my e-?" "You should more attention when you're in a stranger's house, kitten. I tape everything that goes on . I also have a nasty habit of looking through purses and getting business cards and downloading numbers and e- addresses from iphones while their owners are in the shower. If you like the photo, you can imagine what the tape looks like." "What do you want from me?" "That's more like kitten. That's more like the little fuktoy you're gonna be for me." "You're out of your mind." "Am I? , sweetheart, I'm tired of playing games with you. That photo is from a video. Now listen, and listen close. If you don't want to talk to me, I'm sure I can get your hubby or and listen me, especially when they see the video clips I made. They''ll really like the part where you're cleaning my cum off of my cock with your mouth after I finished fucking you." Suddenly you feel sick. "I;ve got more still photos loaded into e-mails with your hubby, your , your , your boss and your girl friends' e- addresses on them. All I have do is send. Now do you come and see me this afternoon, right after work, or do I send?" "No! Stop! I didn't mean . I'll come see you. I'll come right now." "That's more like sweetheart. And one more thing." "What? Take off your panties. Right now." "I can't do that. I'm in my office." "Take them off, or I send." You around frantically. No-one is nearby. You struggle pull your panties down from under your skirt. “No, no! Stop! They’re off! They’re off!” “That’s more like my little fuktoy. Now put them in your purse.” You slide your panties down to your ankles, then raise one leg, then the other, and bend down and pick them up. “O.k., they’re in my purse.” "You remember where I live?" "I remember." "Then get your pretty ass moving. You don't have much time." "I'm coming. I'm leaving right now. Don't do anything. I'll be as soon as I can." "You've got until 5:30. If you're not inside my door by 5:30, I start sending e-mails. Got ?" "I understand. I'll be ." "Oh, one more thing." "What?" "On your way out, stop in the ladies room and take off your bra and put in your purse too." You hear me laugh, then I hang up. You rush out onto the street. You're wearing a very short pleated skirt and a simple white blouse. It's raining. Just a light rain. You try to open your umbrella as you turn toward the Subway station. That's when you feel me behind you. "Keep walking sweetheart." You recognize my voice. You're so startled you almost scream, but you catch yourself. I take the umbrella and open it and give it back to you. "Hold it so I can get under it with you." "What are you doing here? Somebody will see us." "Not if you hold that umbrella low enough." We step onto the escalator and descend into the station. Once we pass the fare gate, I open my raincoat and put my arm around your shoulder, walking with you to the platform so close behind you that my raincoat shields you. "Hold my raincoat so it covers you." You hold the edge of the raincoat so it covers both of us. That's when you feel me raise the back of your skirt and tuck the hem into your waistband. Suddenly your ass is bare, but the raincoat is covering it. "My God! What are you doing? I'm naked!" "Shut up and keep walking, princess. Nobody can see as long as you stay pressed against me and hold onto the lapel of the coat." The train pulls in, and we get on quickly, pushed on by the crush of rush-hour passengers. As we stand together in the crowded car, you feel my hands on your ass cheeks, then under the front of your skirt. My fingers open your pussy lips, and you feel my index finger slip inside. You move your feet apart as I insert two, then three, fingers into your pussy. "You're wet," I whisper into your ear. You can feel your face grow warm. You know you must be blushing furiously. But you can feel your wetness too. We come to a connecting station. A rush of people pushes past us to get off of the car. Almost everybody has gotten off. Not many stations left on this line now. I guide you to one of the many pairs of seats that have just emptied. You can feel the vinyl seat against your bare ass-cheeks. I lay a newspaper on your lap. You feel my hand pressing your thighs apart under the paper. You move your legs apart, grateful that the car is almost empty. "You didn't shave. Your hubby must be out of town again. How long will he be gone this time?" "A week," you say, and then you realize you shouldn't have said that. "You can shave at my place. Then you can the office and tell them you're taking the week off." "I can't...." Remember those e-mails? You see a small electronic device, like a remote control, in my hand. Then you feel my other hand slip something small and egg-shaped into your pussy. presses against your clitoris. As my hand comes away, it starts to vibrate, and you know what it is. I press a button on the device in my hand, and the vibration intensifies. "Oh my God! Stop it!" "Not so loud." You around. A woman stares at you over her newspaper. You feel your face grow even warmer. The vibration intensifies. I take your hand and place in my lap under the newspaper. "Unzip ." You open my fly and grope for my penis. You grip tightly. I press the button on the device again. "Unnnnnhhhhhhh......" "Kiss my cock, and I'll turn off." You franticly around the car. The nearest passengers are several seats away. None familiar. You pull the newspaper aside, lower your head my lap and kiss my cock. "Good girl." I turn off the device. You try raise your head, but my hand pushes back down, forcing my cock into your mouth. "Suck , sweetheart." The train stops several times. You can hear people walking past our seat. You see their feet out of the corner of your eye as you keep sucking on my cock. One man's feet stop. He stands in the aisle. You can't see his face, but you know he is looking at you. You continue to suck. I pull your hair aside and tilt your head away from me so he and I can see your mouth as sucks on my cock. You feel your face grow warm. You know you are blushing. I raise your skirt and push your thighs apart so he can see your pussy. Together, we watch your cheeks hollow and swell, your lips press tight against my cock and grip . I try raise my hips, forcing my cock deeper into your mouth. You feel the knob of my penis push against your tongue, pressing against the roof of your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the knob and suck harder, your lips and mouth creating a suction that pulls on the intruding appendage like a calf sucking on the teat of a cow. You try to open your throat. You hear him laugh. "Sweet. How about making her do me?" "Not this time, ha ha. 's her first public performance. She's still a little shy." "Bummer." My hand is on your left breast. I squeeze. I can feel your heart pounding like a frightened rabbit. He moves on and gets off the train. "You can stop sucking, our stop is coming up." You raise your head. Your body is trembling. " your lipstick." You take our mirror from your purse. Your lips are slick with pre cum. The color is smeared and almost gone. You take out your lipstick. "Never mind. Put it away. I like you better this way." "I can't go out on the street looking like this. I look like a . Everyone will know." "I want them know. I want everyone at your lips and know what you have been doing with your mouth." You start protest further, then you remember the photographs and the e-mails, ready to be sent. You put your lipstick away. Your skirt is still tucked into your waistband. I get up. You try to get out of the seat without anyone seeing your bare ass. I laugh, and step away from you. You hear the woman behind you gasp as you try unsuccessfully to cover your bare asscheeks by holding the newspaper behind you as you hurry behind me toward the door and out onto the platform. "Stop here." "Why?" "I want to put this around your waist. Lift your skirt and spread those beautiful legs." You franticly around the platform. The other passengers are past us, moving the turnstile. The train is still in the station. The doors are closed, and the passengers are looking out at us, watching as you plant your stiletto-shod feet apart and raise your skirt, exposing your ass and pussy. I take a slim silver chain from my pocket and fasten around your waist under your skirt. Then I attach a leash the back of the chain, and run the leash between your legs and hold . seems as if an eternity has passed, and still the train stands in the station. You around, panicked, at the faces looking through the window glass. You feel your face growing warm. I slip my finger into your pussy and wink at the guy staring out the train window. "Nice. You're really wet for me, pet." I stick my finger into your mouth and smile as you suck your juices off of . Your face grows even warmer as you taste the pungent flavor of your pussy and try not glance around at the staring eyes. "Unbutton a few buttons on your blouse." You unbutton the top two, continuing to suck on my finger. "Two more, princess. Give those babies a little air." You unbutton the next two buttons. Your breasts emerge almost to the point where your nipples are peeking out. "Perfect. Come along." I pull your skirt out of your waistband so it hangs normally once more. Then I tug the leash and you feel it wedge into your ass crack and rub hard against your pussy lips. You step forward quickly to keep the leather leash from bruising your tender pussy and follow me through the turnstile. Finally, you hear the train begin to move. You know what this looks like don't you?" "Like you have the leash attached to my pussy, you bastard." I laugh. You don't think it's funny, but you have to hurry on your stiletto heels to keep from being pulled off balance by the insistent tug of the leash. You know your breasts will spill out of the blouse if you stumble. We emerge into the light rain on a crowded street. I raise the umbrella and you crowd under it with me. You grab my arm and press close to me hoping no-one will see the leash. Feeling you so close, I reach back under your skirt and feel your pussy. I grab the short pussy hairs and give them a tug. "Ouch!" " I'll leave these on. ha ha." "That's not funny. hurts." "So, you want me shave them off for you, do you?" You pout, but you're surprised feel your body tingling with excitement as you finally begin adjust the rush of what you are experiencing. You feel your racing heartbeat begin slow. We turn down a side street. looks familiar. Thank God are fewer people here. "'s my neighbor. Let's stop and say hello." "No, please, don't stop! Please!" "If I don't stop, what'll you do for me?" You press close to me. I feel your breath on my ear, then your tongue, licking and probing. Your hand strays to my cock, and you squeeze. "How about that?" you purr. "Guess we won't stop this time. I can't wait to get you home. "I can't wait for you to get me home either." You're immediately alarmed at the implication of what you have just said, but you don't have time to dwell on it. I tug the leash, and you hold my arm tight with both hands, grateful that for once I let you have your way, your tongue still probing my ear as we hurry down the street. Three blocks later you recognize the house. We race up the steps. You stumble, and your blouse does fall open, your nipples spilling out. I grab two handfuls and caress them, raising you to your feet and kissing your mouth. You kiss me back. "Take me inside before somebody sees me." "I thought you'd never ask, kitten. Your wish is my command." I unlock the door and pull on the leash. You follow me in and wait as I turn the key in the sissy lock and pocket it."No way out now, kitten." ***** "You a little wet in those clothes, princess. Why don't you slip them off?" You unbutton the skirt and hold my arm to balance yourself while you step out of it. I whistle appreciatively and pull you close to me. I grab your ass cheeks and press you tight against me, so you can feel my cock through the front of my trousers. I kiss your lips and slip my tongue between your teeth. Your mouth opens wide, your tongue responds, probing and swirling against mine. Then I reach behind you and take a pair of handcuffs off of the vestibule table where I left them for just this occasion. I pull your hands behind your back and the cuffs on. I can see the dismay in your eyes as you hear the click of the cuffs. "What are you doing? This isn't necessary." I can hear the panic in your voice. "I decide what's necessary. Let's get upstairs, princess. I've got a little surprise for you." "We really shouldn't. I need go home. My husband will miss me. Can�\'t you let me go now? Please?" "Hubby's out of town, remember? He'll you on your cell, and you can tell him all about how you're getting your pussy drilled. Come along now, sweetheart." I take the leash and pull you behind me up the stairs. With your hands secured behind you, you have no choice but follow. At the top of the stairs, we enter the bedroom. I close the door, and turn the key in the lock and pocket . I pick up a remote control and point toward the TV. The screen flickers and brightens, and a video starts to . You gasp. You've seen the photograph, but this video is much more graphic. You stare in shock as you see yourself naked on the bed, arching your back, forcing my cock deeper into your pussy. "Oh my God!" "Quite a performance, eh princess? Wait 'til you see what you do with my cock after I cum. Better yet, think what your mom, and your co-workers will do when they see it." "You wouldn't! Please! Don't! I can't believe you would do such a thing. Please! Please!" "It doesn't have to happen, princess. You can make it all go away. Just say you'll be my fuktoy, and I'll take those cuffs off and we can get down to it." "Please! has be another way." "No other way, sweetheart. are e-mails waiting on my computer addressed everyone on your address list. If you resist me in even the slightest, I send. So, am I gonna have any trouble from you?" You at me with eyes brimming with tears. You blink them back and swallow hard. "No." "What's that princess? I didn't hear you." "I said no." Your heart is pounding. "That's what I like hear. And you're gonna be my little fuktoy, right?" "Yes." Your voice is barely audible. You choke back a sob. "Yes, what?" "Yes, I'm, I'm going to be your fuktoy." "You're gonna do everything I tell you to do without question, without hesitation, right? Because you know what will happen if you don't, don't you?" "Yes, every....thing you say." "Good, now turn around. Let me unlock those cuffs. That's the way, now get up on that bed and take off your blouse." As you climb onto the bed you see that leather cuffs are attached to the corners of the headboard and footboard. You sit in the center of the king-size bed and remove your blouse. I can't stop staring at your perfectly formed breasts. I whistle. "Natural. Beautiful. Just the right size for what I have in mind." You blush. "Pull that pillow down and put it under your hips." You do as I say. "Now take those cuffs at the foot of the bed and fasten them to your ankles." You attach the cuffs, and find that your legs are spread so your pussy is displayed and open. I take your right wrist, kiss your palm, then fasten the cuff to the wrist. It do the the left. You are lying spread-eagle on the bed, your hips raised by the pillow. Your feeling of helplessness is complete. I lean over and touch your pussy. My finger slips inside. "Perfect. Nice and wet. does this pussy belong , pet?" " you. My pussy belongs you." I step around the side of the bed and Unzip my fly. I remove my cock and lean over far enough touch the head of my cock to your lips. "And does your mouth belong , pet?" "My mouth belongs you." "And you�\'ll do whatever I tell you do with it." I see the fear grow in your eyes. "Yes....I'll do whatever you tell me do with my mouth." I hold my cock in place, and watch as you tentatively touch the knob with the tip of your tongue. I wait, then smile as you begin to lick it like a cat grooming a kitten. "That's my good little kitten." I caress your cheek and you nuzzle my palm, and then begin to lick it. I slide my hand down to your pussy, then grip it. My finger slips past. You feel it touch the rosebud of your asshole. You squirm uncomfortably as the finger slides inside past your sphincter muscle. "And this little asshole, kitten? does this belong ?" You swallow hard. "My ass....my ass belongs.... you, too," you stammer." "Good girl." "But please don't, please don't." "Oh, but I will. I will. heh heh. Now 's time for a little preparation, princess." You see a small collection of insertion toys, dildos and spanking and whipping tools. Tears begin to trickle from your eyes as you realize that your life is about to change. I hold a small egg-shaped vibrator to your lips. "Wet it for me" . You open your mouth. I slip it inside. You taste your own juices. It is the one I inserted in your pussy in the subway. I take it out of your mouth and slide it into your pussy. You watch as I press the button on the control. The vibration starts and you feel your pussy begin to respond. "Getting nice and wet for me, are you princess? Tell me how that feels. Do I need to turn it up to get your juices flowing." "No. It's working." Your hips begin to writhe. You arch your back, wanting the vibrator to press against something, but all you can do is raise your pussy to the empty air. I hold a dildo just above the highest point you have reached with your pussy. You strain to touch it with your pussy. It is just out of reach. I turn off the vibrator. Tears form in your eyes, but this time they are tears of anger and frustration. "That's enough princess. I don't want you to throw your back out. Ha ha. Let�s try it with this." "I slip the vibrator out of your pussy. I take off my shirt, then my shoes, socks, pants and boxers. My cock stands straight out. I see your eyes locked on it. You remember it from that night. You remember that you couldn't find your panties the next morning, after we finished our farewell for the road on the kitchen table. Riding home on the crowded subway, sitting next a guy in a suit reading a newspaper, my cum leaking out of your pussy, down your inner thigh, onto the vinyl seat. You remember how deep it went that morning, deeper than your husband's cock, how you thought about it the entire day. You remember comparing it to how disappointed you felt with your husband's cock when he insisted on fucking you that night. You wonder how deep it is going to go now. You arch your back and show me your pussy. I climb onto the bed between your legs. My cock barely touches the lips of your vagina. "Uuuugggggghhhhh." You arch your back again and the knob of my penis barely parts your pussy lips. You begin a frenzy of upward thrusts with your hips, trying to force my cock deep enough that you can actually feel me inside you, but I keep it just far enough away that you can get an inch or two inside. "Beg for ." Your eyes begin fill with tears. Tears of shame at your wanton desire. "Please!" "Please what?" "Please me! Please, please me!" I lower my torso onto you. You feel my cock slide inside. "Ohhhh God." I kiss your shoulder, your neck. You try to kiss me back. I feel your breath, then your lips on my ear. Your tongue probes my ear. You are panting like you have run a race. " me, me!" I thrust hard into your cunt. "Unnnnhhhhh! Oh God, oh God! Push deeper. I haven�\'t felt this good since the last time you fucked me." You struggle against the cuffs. You want dig your nails into my back, to grab my ass, to force me deeper and deeper inside you. But all you can do is thrust your pelvis upward and grind your pussy against me. I smile, knowing you have forgotten the video camera that is recording every movement and sound. Then I pull out from you get up from the bed. "You bastard! Wait! Don't pull out! Make me gush!" "Later, princess. Plenty of time. ha ha." I unfasten the cuffs. "Sit up in the middle of the bed, arch your back. Show off your tits. You arch your back." The camera continues to record. "Hold that pose. I've got something I want you to wear for me." I take a slender silver three-point chain from the bedside table drawer. Your eyes widen when you see the two alligator clips and a tiny silver band and cylinder on the chain. "Hold still." As I touch one of the clips to your nipple, it stiffens. I squeeze the clip open and let it close on the nipple. It bites in and holds firmly. I repeat the act with the next clip. I unfasten the cuffs on your wrists and ankles. "Stand up on the bed. Face this way." You face the camera. I press my hands against the soft insides of your thighs. You open your legs. " with your clit, Take it between your fingers. Stimulate it. See if you can stretch it out for me." Your fingers touch the tiny tender button. You pinch it, pulling it out. "That's it. Now put your hands behind your back." Your clitoris sticks out from your pussy lips, reddened, distended. I let the chain dangle from your nipples and take the handcuffs and reach around your waist and fasten your hands behind your back. Then I stand to one side, leaning my head over your pussy so you can't see what I am doing, but the camera lens can. I pinch the tiny clit between my thumb and forefinger, stretch it out as far as it will go, open the band with my other hand, and clamp it onto your clitoris. Then using a tiny special screwdriver, I tighten the band. As I make one last turn. your knees buckle. You drop to your knees and scream as the band squeezes the tender organ. I laugh, glad that the walls are so thick, and step aside so the camera can record your agony. "Ha ha. Arch your back, cunt. Show your pussy to the camera." Tears streaming down your face, you struggle to obey. Kneeling on the bed now, your knees wide apart, you arch your back. Your nipples point toward the ceiling, and your pussy lips hang open, displaying your tortured clitoris. I take the chain where the three strands join and hold it to you mouth. "Lean your head forward. Take the chain between your teeth." You lean your head forward and open your mouth. I pull the chain tight and place it between your teeth. You bite down. "Lean your head back now, princess." You lean your head back, your back arches, your nipples once more point upward, the alligator clips bite deep. The chain tightens and stretches the nipples and clitoris pulling them upward, distending them until they are elongated and pulled pencil thin. That's my good girl. That's my obedient kitten." I stroke your long, soft hair, touching your cheek as the tears stream down your face. I touch your nipples. The tips of my fingers feel like electric probes. You wince, but you keep the tension on the chains taut. I fondle the chains. "I'm glad you like these princess. They great on you. ha ha. You'll be wearing them from now on. I like my hostess wear something exciting when she waits on my guests." Guests? Guests!!! You are alarmed at what I have said, but I haven't given you permission move, so you continue strain against the chain, distending your nipples and pulling your plundered clitoris further upward. "O.k. pet, that's enough. We don't want to stretch those beauties out of shape. ha ha." I move to the side of the bed. "Turn this way." You turn to face me, your head level with my cock. I wait. You know exactly what I want you to do. Your profile is to the camera that is recording every move, every sound. You stretch your neck forward. Your lips touch the tip of my cock. You stick your tongue out and circle the head of my cock with it. You can taste your pussy and my pre cum. You lick it like an ice cream cone, then, in a sudden motion, you plunge your head forward, forcing my stiff cock deep into your eager mouth. You begin to suck. I over at the mirror behind the camera and watch as your head bobs up and down, jamming my cock deeper and deeper into your mouth each time. You suck harder, determined this time to force me to orgasm, to make me ejaculate in your mouth. I watch your cheeks hollow and swell with each sucking sequence. I can feel my cock start to throb. You can feel it too with the inside of your mouth. You know your mouth has always been your most sensitive sexual organ. You have always loved the sensation of a man's cock fountaining into your sucking mouth, but your husband has never understood. He always makes you missionary style, so he can into your eyes, he says. You offer to kneel in front of him and suck his cock and up into his eyes from the floor in front of him, but he always refuses. Now, at last, you have found a man will cum in your mouth. Now! Now! 's almost at climax. Just a few more seconds. You hear the doorbell. "That'll be Stan. Right on time." I step back. My cock slips out of your mouth. I down and see tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. "No, don't! Let me finish! Cum in my mouth!" "Enough, kitten, enough. 'll be another chance later. Turn around. Let me unlock those cuffs. Here's the key the sissy lock. Put your spike-heels back on and go let him in, will you?" Then hits you. There's somebody at the door. Not just anybody, but somebody I'm expecting. Somebody else for you service with your body, your pussy, your mouth, your..... You don't want think about what else. And I expect you go the door with nothing on....no, not just naked, but with chains on your nipples and clitoris, and let him in. This is the end of part 5 of day one. Parts 6- are posted above. |
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10/8/2009 12:33 pm |
I just posted about reading this story to my KLM. This is such a hot story! Thank you for making me cum. [post 721403]
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Sir, somehow I lost the second half of the story. Is it still up?
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9/17/2009 7:11 am |
Sir, somehow I lost the second half of the story. Is it still up?
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9/14/2009 11:33 am |
Nice story! I look forward to reading it out loud while He plays with me.
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I couldn't figure that out either, missy. It's just a fantasy. Too much of a turn on, perhaps?
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6/16/2009 8:00 pm |
This would be easier to read if it contained some formatting such as dialogue tags. Some more space between writing. Reading on line is not easier and if you make it more accessible to your reader you may have more feedback.
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6/10/2009 4:13 pm |
Let me say I have quite enjoyed your story....mmmmmm please continue
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