The Sweetest of Dreams
The ribbon that bound her wrists was black, satiny, maybe three inches wide – the sort of ribbon you might
DevamThe ribbon that bound her wrists was black, satiny, maybe three inches wide – the sort of ribbon you might
DevamBeth Haverford stood before the Old Master painting, rapt in contemplation. In a clearing of the woods the frozen nymphs
DevamI stood behind the counter at work, waiting for my cell phone to ring. Naturally, it didn’t. For eighteen years,
DevamAunty Pat and Anita called to collect me for the return drive home around 7pm. Ebony had been true to
DevamWhen Sally met her husband three years ago, a year before they got married, she discovered his stash of porn
DevamThe darkness became a colorful blur and then resolved into the scene of some sort of carnival. Bodies danced vaguely
DevamI am apologizing for the errors and/or typos because this is my very first submission ever. This story is a
DevamUnless I am a pervert and views things of a sexual nature different to average folks, I think I could
DevamTate eyed the town warily. He had never seen so many people in one place before and the sight of
DevamThe next day, I awoke just before noon with a raging hard on. So hard, I could barely pee. It
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