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Subject: DAMASCUS (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2004 17:30:31 -0700
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DAMASCUS (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
BY ILIKEIT
I am just a poster and not the author Of This StorY!
Warning: contents are adult erotic entertainment material. If you are a
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This is purely a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described,
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.