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Shannon had in another way told him the same thing the previous evening just after sex. Her words had been that the two of them were getting into a rut, and only after just five years of marriage. She had told him in no uncertain terms, “That they had to find a way to bring back the uncertainty. Their life was getting very repetitive, and was almost like a well read book, things had to change and change fast.

Shannon had in another way told him the same thing the previous evening just after sex. Her words had been that the two of them were getting into a rut, and only after just five years of marriage. She had told him in no uncertain terms, “That they had to find a way to bring back the uncertainty. Their life was getting very repetitive, and was almost like a well read book, things had to change and change fast.

Shannon had in another way told him the same thing the previous evening just after sex. Her words had been that the two of them were getting into a rut, and only after just five years of marriage. She had told him in no uncertain terms, “That they had to find a way to bring back the uncertainty. Their life was getting very repetitive, and was almost like a well read book, things had to change and change fast.

Shannon had in another way told him the same thing the previous evening just after sex. Her words had been that the two of them were getting into a rut, and only after just five years of marriage. She had told him in no uncertain terms, “That they had to find a way to bring back the uncertainty. Their life was getting very repetitive, and was almost like a well read book, things had to change and change fast.

There was a gag in his mouth but there were no sounds of pleading, because he and the Mistress both knew that there was no mercy to be found within her soul for him. All that he had now was sadness and a realization of his fate, and like her he was most probably going over the history they shared. She looked for that little spark of remorse in his eyes but could see none, only a defiance that was alien to her looking back

foot service & clean clothes. In this fantasy, I’ve been in my old apartment building’s basement, doing laundry in the laundry room. It’ll be extremely late, maybe 3 AM when I’ll hear the noise of boots approaching slowly

held captive against his will. She’s right. I’m short, scrawny and terrified. As her lean, powerful body approaches me, I simply stand still, with my heart racing. When she finally reaches me, she puts her hand on my mop of curly hair and pushes me down to my knees. She orders me to lick her boots. I sit on my knees, stunned in confusion until she leans down, grabs me by the neck and chokes for a good few seconds. Breathless, I regain my composure and put my mouth to her right boot. I lick slowly and carefully, obeying her command. After the right, I move to the left. I start kissing her boots after I lick them, and she is pleased. She tells me I’m being a good boy, and she orders me to undress

In the distance, I hear loud motorcycles, and they’re getting close. I eventually realize that they’re not on the main street a couple blocks away, but right behind me, and coming fast. I pretend not to notice and pick up the pace. They finally stop, all three of them. There’s a wall to my left, a bike to my right, a bike in front of me and a bike in back of me. I notice the riders are all girls.

When the young woman turned around, Keith was caught entirely off guard. What was he to say in his drunken, awe struck stupor? He stood there a blushing, stuttering statue, incapable of finding the words to explain such an awkward situation. He wasn’t the type to barge into girl’s rooms and spy on them. However, he found he would not have to explain himself. She had a warm, inviting look on her face as she finished tying the pony, and sort of understood his alcoholic buzz. She was stranger but she wouldn’t be for long

Bill knelt on the floor, shaking, blushing and cowering. His head was down, his shy face piercing the floor and his long, dirty blond hair dangled, nearly touching the floor. He was short, scrawny and timid looking: Almost innocent. He was in the house of a woman he’d just met, and his light brown eyes were lost in contemplation. He ran the events that had led to this moment in his head over and over and over again. The whole thing was almost surreal, or absurd even