Natural rhythm

Brodie couldn’t dance worth a lick. Most people found this strange. Brodie had been playing in bands since he was sixteen and was one of the best drummers in town. The man knew how to[…]

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Punish me

I knelt there waiting, in the mess of my own arousal. The hot wetness all over my legs still flowed slowly from between my thighs. I whimpered pitifully, neglected waiting for the next assault to[…]

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Tension

I spent the better portion of the brief subway ride Downtown trying to figure out what Veronica had on underneath her long winter coat. I could see her black fishnets, but only below the knee.[…]

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