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Subject: DAMASCUS (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
Date: Wed, 08 Sep 2004 15:41:19 -0700
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DAMASCUS (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
BY ILIKEIT
I begins as it always does... in darkness. The room is empty and the
empty demarkations on the floor show where once there was furniture. In
the centre of the room are two single lengths of wire. They follow all
the way to each door.
Male and female traditional signs adorn each door. The floor throbs, as
if it were a heart. He looks up; takes in the scene. When he looks down
the lengths of wire have been attached to his body by a force unseen. He
blinks his eyes shut; forcing them to adapt to the swirls and patterns
in the darkness.
When he opens them again, a little girl stands in the middle of the
room. Barely ten, she removes her hooded jumper to reveal a simple white
camisole underneath. Her nipples stand out against the brilliant white
of the shirt. Slowly, deliberately, she turns to face him. His face is a
picture of confusion and lust. Hhe erection in his trousers turns and
straddes against the fabric; filled with primevil lust and desire. A
slight smile tugs against the corner of her mouth and with the flat of
her hand, she absent-mindedly brushes away the last of the lolipop she
has been sucking. The stick falls into her pocket, sh fiddles clumsily
with the fabric, revealing she's wearing matching panties. He strains to
adapt to the light and sees that she has attached a length of wire to
herself also. Like it or not, they are connected. He only has one
question, and asks her, in a low, breathy voice: "Why are yu here?"
The little girl giggles to herself. She fiddles with a wisp of hair that
has fallen into her face. Cobalt blue eyes stare back at him, piercing
his lust eith unbridled innocence and beauty.
" I have always been here"
..The dream repeated throughout the hot summer months, each time
revealing a little more of the curiousities and lust-filled emotions
that adorned his mind. He had taken to blocking her out, her playful
cries; whoops and hollers occasionally pierced the air during his long
walk home through the countryside and the thought that it was best, all
things considered that he tried to ignore it. He rarely saw her, with
the summer holidays in full swing, she was undoubtedly out, playing with
her friends. She was getting on with her life, and he his. Until today.
He saw her almost immediately as he crossed the last field before her
road. Sitting in the street awkwardly, scratching a new bruse on her
thigh. Next to her lay a tell-tale bicycle, with the Disney basket,
lying at a odd angle.
Her face was a picture of inquisition when I approached; noted with
barely contained lust that she had on a threaded top with a sports bra
underneath. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the bike's effect, but
sweat had covered it to the extent His thoughts began to wonder Wrapped
in the warmth of the sun he was back in that room. She was holding him
down, kissing hard, fucking him harder. He bent down to see her in her
full glory, lookec her up and down. "It hurts" she said. He was about to
explode, face now on her peachy youthful face, still inquisitive.
He pushed the Tigger bike out of the way to examine the wound. She
grabbed his hand with tiny, playful fingers; guided it up to her neck,
where there was another graze, one he hadn't see before. She asked if it
was "gonna scar". He laughed and shook his head.
His hand wandered as it found it's way to the bike She nodded sucked her
tongue from between her teeth; looking at him with big, winsome eyes.
She inhaled quickly as he wrapped his hand around her tiny breast and
kneaded, grinding his palm into the already hard nipple. Almost
imperceptibly, she whimpered and writhed with desire, closing her eyes
in the heat. He felt the nipple through the sports bra; the mesh sending
ripples of sensation through his fingers. She looked up at him again:
"I have always been here".
I awoke with a start. The train was almost pulling into my station and
my sweaty hand had ripped the matroyshka ball to shreds.I smiled to
myself. It wouldn't be long now.
I was counting on it.