Careless Talk ~ In my head, we were already naked. Yearning to soothe and caress your wounds I couldn’t help wondering if your dick had been marked by the flames. When we accidentally touched I would spy the outline in your trousers becoming more defined, alert.
Kitten Care ~ Walking into the sitting room I saw her perched on the windowsill looking out into the garden. My pulse quickened and my eyes came out on stalks, this was the most beautiful kitty I had ever seen.
The Spanking Zone ~ Then he paused. Pulling my knickers down completely so they came to rest around my ankles before beginning the thigh spanks.
This all happened slowly. So his obsessions seemed to creep up on me. It didn’t really hit me what had been going on until, well, until the week before I left.
Collapsing on the sofa I picked up a newspaper little Sis must have brought with her; The Daily Herald. The rag was folded on page seven where there was a piece about Clive.
I wasn’t physically hurt. Just shocked and shaken. I needed to be sedated. It’s not every day you discover your first boyfriend is the most notorious serial killer still at large.