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She was a girl that nothing bad had ever happened to, and on some level, she didn't believe that it ever could. Oh not that there was one chance in a million, or ten million. Truly they didn't have a lot in common besides a love for degrading and debasing women. But once in a while, they might get together, one or two, here or there, and share an activity... Parts of it were not immediately useful, for instance they knew what her nipples looked like. They had descriptions of several sets of earings, and of numerous articles of her clothing. What are the odds, he told himself, one in a thousand. She had long legs wrapped in large fishnets, every man that passed glanced at those legs, and a formfitting red knit dress which exposed healthy cleavage. A part of him wanted to jump, run up, grab her by the hair, slap her face, force her to kneel and then shove his hard cock between those glossy lips. Reaching down for the digital camera concealed by his newspaper, he snapped off a series of shots. They let her rest a moment, and then pulled her into position. Lynsey looked up at the remaining man, Ian, hoping for more mercy. Once in a while, she dared to look up at him, and then glanced quickly away at the cruelty she saw in his eyes. She was still licking his boots when Peter came back. Jack noted the uncertainty that crossed her features. Oh how he longed to drag her back to the basement and whip her ass until he was ready to shoot a load into it, to hear her scream and beg as he violated her. She was far too caught up in her betrayal of herself, in the realization that her responses to the rapes had been .... Just in case she changed her mind, like the other false rape claimants. A transparent and patent lie, which he noted with amusement, she didn't even register. So she bent down to stick her head in the car window and submitted to a long and torrid french kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, while he quite obviously felt up her breasts. There was an urge, but it intimidated her, whispered to her of frightening darknesses within herself, a gateway to her own wells of shame. But she did drink a big glass of orange juice before going to bed....
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2 Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.LYNSEY'S GAME Lynsey was bored one night, which isn't the best reason for your life to change completely. It was now a customary ritual, she would sign on, chat, flirt, cyber or role play, but somewhere along the line, she would drop another clue or two. A few fake ones, because, after all, she wasn't stupid. She was always careful not to give away anything critical. No big deal, I'll just shoot my load down her throat. Ian grabbed her soft lanky blond hair and yanked her to her knees, forcing her head down. He didn't know if she was truly aroused, or merely obedient, and he didn't care.But then, she didn't realize how far it would go or how much she would lose. For my clues, I want you to answer a few questions. I won't make it too easy by giving you an address, she wrote. It would be a restaurant she'd eaten in, or perhaps a favourite brand of coffee, or a description of an article of clothing. His pants were stained, she could smell his crotch, thick with the odour of sour urine. Oh man, you should feel this, as he rudely used his fingers to violate her cunt. I bet she likes it a little rough, gets her going really good. She felt ashamed of herself, immeasurably dirty and filthy. He understood instead, that even as his cock fucked into her face, that his words had fucked into her soul, penetrating her more deeply than she had ever been touched.August 13, 2014 - On IOS devices we have changed the format so that the user will go directly to the live web cam host's room instead of trying to show a preview.This removes the clunkiness (yes that is a technical term) that IOS users were experiencing and will make visiting our live sex cams a more rewarding experience.The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. 3 I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.