Rape

John had been watching Laura for a while now, she was eighteen and she always wore tight skirts, tops and even tighter bras that were clearly visible through her clothes. It certainly made life in the office more interesting. He was in his late thirties and had a thing about women with big tits and hers must have been at least 38DDs, she wasn’t exactly fat but she had quite a fleshy build which he also loved. She had a nice round ass along with her huge tits and both seemed to be constantly straining against her clothes. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman he had seen but she wasn’t ugly either and he never could say no to tits like hers. He had made the decision to get a proper view of those tits and that ass. John had been planning for a while what he was going to do to her and she wasn’t going to like it, but he didn’t care, he needed a slut to use and abuse.

One night he followed her as she left work; he made sure she couldn’t spot him as he tailed her home. Laura pulled into her driveway as John parked on the street close by. As she got out of the car and started toward her front door he crept up quietly behind her. Laura unlocked her front door. John made his move, he had to be quick before she knew what was going on he had grabbed her from behind by the throat and clamped a cloth dowsed with chloroform firmly over her mouth and nose. Laura tried to struggle against her attacker but she drifted into unconsciousness too quickly. John smiled as he carried her back to his car, he was about to turn this bitch into little more than a fuck toy to use to satisfy all his sadistic desires and fantasies. (more…)

I pushed open the lounge door and flicked on the light. That’s when I saw her…… Natalie, my twin-brother’s ex-girlfriend. His ex after a big bust-up last weekend. What she was doing here was anyone’s guess. But here she was…….. flaked out on his sofa, a now empty bottle of cheap, supermarket wine still clutched in her hand. Obviously she’d drunk far too much of it and she’d simply crashed out on the sofa to sleep it off.

I took in the situation. Simon, my brother had been in the nightclub with me just an hour ago and, as 2am approached and the nightclub prepared to close, we’d departed. Simon had met a stunning blonde at the club and had left with her saying something about “getting to know her better”. He’d tossed me the keys to his tiny little flat knowing that getting a taxi to take me home was nigh on impossible at that time of night. So I was going to kip at his place whilst he accompanied his new lady to her house. The last thing I expected to see was his ex-girlfriend sprawled out on his sofa. I didn’t even realise that she even had a key.

But here she was…….. drunk was an understatement. Lying on her belly, her short denim skirt hiked up round her waist, her tiny, red G-string doing nothing to hide her full ass-cheeks, her long, slender legs sheathed in dark stockings. And her high-heels still on her feet. The contents of her handbag strewn across the laminated wooden floor as though she’d struggled to find her mobile phone or something in her drunken haze. (more…)

I unzipped the bulging suitcase and frantically felt all around my clothes. I pushed down on the top of the pile until every inch of the suitcase had been covered. I felt nothing that would indicate a digital camera was buried inside.

I gazed once more at the carry-on bag I had searched twice already. It was no use. The camera was nowhere to be found.

Then it hit me. I had it with me at lunch. I remembered putting it on the back of the chair as I sat down. And, unfortunately, I remembered walking out without it.

I swore out loud and looked at the time. It was a quarter to five. The cruise ship left Nassau at six. Tomorrow we’d be in Miami and I’d be heading home. Maybe, if I ran, I could make it to the restaurant and back to the ship before it left.

Every picture I had taken during the seven day Caribbean cruise was on that camera. It was worth the risk. I grabbed my room key card and the ID card that would get me back onto the ship, shoved them into my purse and rushed out of the cabin.

I ran down five flights of stairs until reaching the lowest deck, from which I could exit onto the dock. They scanned my ID card and I was quickly out in the oppressive Bahamian heat. (more…)

Valentine’s Day. Janet sighed. This had to be the worst holiday of the entire year, not just for singles, but for couples that couldn’t be together. She and Mark had been together for 2 years now, last year on Valentine’s Day they’d both had to work (the drag of working in a restaurant, even if they’d both made tons of money. She’d been jealous all night long of the couples she was serving, wishing that she could be with her significant other.). This year was even worse, last year they’d been able to steal a few moments together after the shift before going home, this year they were finally in college but he’d gone on an exchange program for the year. Dark brown eyes stared mournfully out the apartment window, things had been awfully boring with him gone; their other roommate Crystal had guys coming in and out all the time and she just had to listen jealously to the noises coming from her bedroom. Crystal was out right now, Janet glanced at the clock, it was 9pm. She’d probably come back with a guy in tow in about 2 hours.

The leggy brunette sighed and resigned herself to another night alone. Maybe Mark would be able to call and they’d at least be able to spend Valentine’s night on the phone together. Phone sex wasn’t her favorite thing in the world, but it helped a little bit, and then they’d get to talk for awhile also. She loved hearing about Italy, and was looking forward to visit him over Spring Break. Probably he wouldn’t be able to call until very late though. (more…)

She was starting to panic. Despite a definite slowing in her step, the front door loomed closer and closer. She couldn’t be late though, Luke had warned her if she was late she would be punished. He had actually used the word punished. What the hell did that mean? Oh God, how did this happen? This was all Jake’s fault and if he was in front of her now she would happily slice him to bits and feed him to Luke’s dogs out back. Bastard, Rachel thought.

He had been pissed off at her, after their break up, looking for a way to hurt her and boy, had he found one. Hoping to embarrass and humiliate her, Jake had planned to plant naked pictures of her in all her neighbours’ mailboxes. They lived on a quiet country road that was populated by an odd mix of farms and executive type homes. She loved it there and she didn’t want the old farmer down the road leering at her or his wife trying to get her arrested. They were shots he had begged her to pose for and she had, thinking that he would be the only one ever to see them.

In the end, the photos had ended up in the hands of only one person. Her next door neighbour, Luke, had offered to purchase the prints and the negatives from Jake. The weasel had jumped at the opportunity to make some easy money and hurt her at the same time. Rachel remembered how grateful she had felt last week when Luke explained what he had done.
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I never thought that I would be living the life that I am, but I couldn’t be happier. I have been married to my wife Valerie for the last 12 years, and up until about a year ago, we were probably a normal couple. It’s the last year that really makes our life worth writing about, but I guess I should really start at the beginning.

Valerie and I met during my last year in college. I was attending a college here in Ohio, and Val was working as a waitress as one of the bars near campus. I had gone in-and-out of the bar for a few months before I even got the nerve to say anything to her more that to order a drink. It’s not that I’m a bad looking guy, I’m just average. Val on the other hand was a real stunner. She is about 5′3″, and 105 lbs. She had short brown hair and big brown eyes. But what you really noticed first was her breasts. Val was a 34C, and really enjoyed going braless and wearing tops that left little to the imagination.

After I finally tried talking to her, Val and I really hit it off. I was attracted to her because she was fun to be with, enjoyed going out and partying, and oozed sexuality. It was only our second date when we were fucking in the backseat of Cutlass. Val was insatiable. In a matter of months we were having sex everyday, and as I had graduated, we decided to get an apartment together. A few months later we were engaged and just over a year after my graduation we were married. (more…)

The dirty, omelet crusted edge of the black nylon spatula glared at me from the silverware drawer. Valerie had been given simple instructions, the dishes were to be done when I returned home. This would not do. We had only been dating a short time and I knew that bad habits had to be broken swiftly. I hefted its weight in my hands and went upstairs to confront her with it.

She was sitting on the bed, reading a novel, dressed casually in sweat-pants and a grey jogging shirt. The sweats were the sort that appear tight and loose all at the same time, hugging the curves of her thighs and ass.

She looked up as I entered the room.

“Give me your hands,” I said. She was still uncertain of what was going on as I handcuffed them together and pulled her to her feet. She opened her mouth to say something, appearing confused. I threw the spatula down on the bed and raised her arms up over her head, “lift your arms,” I commanded at the same time. She complied, somewhat bewildered and I shackled her to the ring at the top of the bed post. She had to stand on her tiptoes, her wrists straining in the metal cuffs.

“What are you doing?” she asked. (more…)

“Valerie,” I explained, when she came inside, “the bill for the radiator is $700, we need to get out of here and we don’t have any money. Luckily Bob here is agreeable to a barter. You’re going to suck his dick and he’s going to let us slide on the bill.” Valerie looked shocked, like she’d been hit in the face with cold water.

She looked first at me, her mouth open, then at Bob, a smile already curling up on his face, then back at me, she seemed too stunned to say anything for a second, then blurted out, “There is no way in hell—”

“Shut up,” I said, “Just suck his dick so we can get out of here.”

“I’m going to take her in the back room,” Bob announced, grabbing her by the upper arm.

“Get off of me,” Valerie exclaimed, trying to back away, but his grip was too powerful.

“Valerie, just go with him and do what he says.”

Bob laughed, “yeah come on Valerie.” He dragged her through the shop and through a door in the back corner behind some 55 gallon drums, she was trying to push him away, but it was useless, he weighed nearly twice what she did and he was powerful from years of hard physical work, his grip on her arm would not budge. (more…)

Sitting on the edge of my hospital bed I looked in the mirror, tears streaming down my face. My shoulders were hunched forward and shaking with my quiet sobs, how could this happen to me he told me I would be safe. Looking back at me in the mirror was a woman I hardly knew, my hair was sleep tousled but along my hair line I could see the stitches, my stunning blue eyes were black, red and blue, and almost swollen shut, I had bruises all over my face of various shades of blue, and my lips were split and swollen still little spots of caked blood on them, I was a mess. I threw the mirror across the room and drew my legs up and lay in the fetal position, as I thought about what had already happened and what would happen next…

I was sitting at the bar in my hotel. I was on vacation to celebrate my divorce. I was still very young after all and I wasn’t about to let my past get me down. I was watching some of the guys in the bar; most of them though were too old for my taste. I looked at my watch, it was just about dinnertime so I decided to get up and leave for one of the local restaurants; I grabbed my purse and started to leave. As I was leaving I could feel someone watching me, I paused and looked around and noticed a man sitting in the corner. He raised his drink to me, and I gave him a slight smile, and for a few seconds debated whether or not I should go over but I decided to go get something to eat so I turned and left. The guy was actually quite handsome, dark wavy hair, chiseled features from what I could tell in the shadows. I was here to enjoy Monaco and myself, I thought as I left that there are many handsome men to meet here. I walked down the street to a pretty little restaurant, I had leisurely eaten al fresco enjoying the warm breeze and trying to decide what I would do next. I had decided to go for a walk along the beach then head back to my hotel room. (more…)

Vaughn dug halfheartedly through his pocket looking for his keys. He had been off for the last two weeks and coming back to work was not something he had been looking forward to, especially after such a relaxing and peaceful vacation. He found his keys and reluctantly selected the master key, which would allow him onto the ward and open most of the doors in the psychiatric hospital where he had worked for the last several years as a nurse dealing with psychogeriatric clientele, most of whom were afflicted with Alzheimer’s Disease or some type of dementia. It was a good job, and he enjoyed the people he worked with, but he enjoyed being around women all day even more. Actually, he had only slept with a couple of women that he worked with, but since they all worked in other areas of the hospital he didn’t have to work with them on a daily basis, which he preferred.

Vaughn finished listening to report, and there really wasn’t too much that he had missed, other than the fact that there was a new patient on the ward. He was a 67-year-old man who had been diagnosed with dementia six years earlier. Not too much trouble as a patient, really. He was quiet and bedridden, and exhibited no aggression, as his advanced illness left him pretty much immobile. The patients Vaughn usually looked after were very aggressive and had severe behaviour problems that could not be managed in a nursing home. This patient was only there temporarily until they could find a nursing home for him, as all the ones nearby were full. His wife could no longer manage his care at home, and was forced to arrange his hospitalization. Vaughn was told by the other nurses that his wife was very caring and supportive, and came in every day to feed him his lunch and dinner. (more…)

Kevin couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed, but that wouldn’t change the reality of what had happened before his very eyes to his beautiful wife of 10 years, for the past 15 hours. He heard her in the bathroom moving around, opening and closing what he knew was the towel closet and medicine cabinet then heard her turn on the shower. He kept reliving the past 15 hours over and over again…….

“Honey, I’m home” he called out as he entered the house through the door from the garage which opened into the kitchen. Setting down his briefcase he cocked his head but didn’t hear a thing, no TV, no radio that seemed to always be part of the background noise in this house nor his 2 children Marie and Katy 5 and 7, nor his wife’s return call to his own. “What the hell?” he muttered aloud. Nancy’s car was in the garage and had they all been in the backyard he would have seen them through the garages rear window or if nothing else heard the children playing back there.

Shrugging he went straight to the refrigerator opened it and grabbed his habitual homecoming beer. Popping the cap, taking a long deserved pull on it he headed for the living room. Pushing through the kitchen door and just as it had closed behind him on its air spring, everything seemed to explode. The beer fell from his hand, his eyes went black, his body felt like it was being hit by lightening, he could sense he was falling to the floor. Hitting the floor his eyes slowly came into focus, but he couldn’t seem to control his body. His body refused to obey his commands to get up or even roll over on to his back. (more…)

It took me twenty-three days to figure out what I wanted to do. After driving for most of three days, I bought camping supplies and hiked to a remote campsite. I spent almost all of my time away from other people. I watched a lot of sunrises and sunsets. I sat up at night and watched the stars. I sat in my tent when it rained. Through it all I thought about what I was feeling. It didn’t make me feel proud.

Although I had limited sexual experience before I met Jeannie, I was still the one in our relationship who was the expert, the one who knew how it was done and how it was not done. I’d had terrible sex and I’d had hot sex. Jeannie had only had sex with me, and that gave me security. I knew I wasn’t the world’s greatest cocksman, but she had never had any reason to think otherwise. Until now.

Knowing that Jeannie had experienced better sex than I had ever given her sliced the center out of my sense of myself as a man. Knowing she had done things that I had never done made me like the sexual rookie in our relationship. My self- confidence couldn’t handle it. I was afraid that she’d never be satisfied with my penis again, and when I didn’t give her the satisfaction she had learned she could get during sex, she would get it from somebody else. Like Paul. Or like Jack with his huge dick.

Once I realized how pathetic this all seemed, I began to laugh at myself. And then I began to heal. I realized how much I missed the love that Jeannie and I had once shared. That love was more than sex, even though sex was a part of it, too. And I loved my daughters, and I really missed them, too. How could I abandon them? How could I go on living without being a father to them? (more…)

The mystery was finally about to be revealed. It was not a major mystery, or even a minor one. More like curiosity. I had never been invited into the little house on Venice Beach, but I guess Karen’s roommate was out of town, and the coast was clear. I had certainly driven by many times, when I picked Karen up for coffee or lunch, but never been inside.

It had been a late, late night at work, and when I called to say hello and Karen asked me to stop by for a cup of coffee, it sounded like a nice relaxing end to the day. Of course that was about an hour ago and it was already 11 PM by the time I actually got out of work and made the long drive to the Westside. Finding parking was no picnic either, but there I was knocking on the door. I wondered whether she would even still be awake.

I knocked softly and then a little louder. I was sure she was asleep, when I heard a soft voice from inside say ” Come in, It’s open.” I slowly pushed open the door, and found my self in a quaint, but typical Venice Beach House. So that Mystery was solved, but where was Karen?

“Here, on the left” a sleepy voice called, as I followed the sound into a small bedroom, filled with a large bed. So, that was the famous bed purchase I had heard so much about. “I’m sorry” Karen said, “but I thought you weren’t going to make it. So I lay down to watch some TV and I fell asleep.” (more…)

FBI Agent John Hanson studied his partner, Agent Jill Morgan as she pulled on a hefty bulletproof vest over her FBI jacket. ‘She’s actually quite pretty,’ John thought to himself, kind of stunned by his own revelation. Jill was one of the toughest agents in the Bureau, a real workaholic who was constantly matching her skills against the male members of the Bureau. And usually coming out ahead.

Her lack of care about her appearance showed in her drab hair, lack of makeup and bulky, unflattering clothes. John had heard a rumor once that Jill had done an undercover assignment as a hooker early in her FBI career and that she had a killer body. But he’d also heard a rumor that she’d once beaten a suspect so badly that he’d been hospitalized for three months.

It seemed to John that her breasts filled out her uniform pretty well, but Jill never wore anything tight fitting or low cut so he couldn’t say for sure.

‘She’s probably a dyke anyway,’ John thought to himself. “Are you sure Leatherbarrow’s in there?” was what he said aloud.

“That’s what my sources tell me,” Jill replied. Antony Leatherbarrow was one of the largest organized crime bosses in the country. The two FBI agents had been after him for almost two years now, but so far he’d always eluded them, they didn’t have a shred of evidence that would convict him of the countless murders, robberies and worse that he’d ordered committed. “Leatherbarrow himself is supposed to be here tonight for this deal. We can catch him red handed.”
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Jeannie must have taken her purse into the bedroom because she was clutching it against her breasts. I pushed her into the hall and grabbed her elbow so firmly she cried out. Her face was white and she was shaking so hard she almost couldn’t walk. I dragged her down the hall toward the flickering glow of the flames in the fireplace. I carried the ripped clothing in a bundle in my other hand. Several partially-dressed couples moved quickly out of our way when they saw my face.

When we reached the fireplace, I stopped. “Just stand right there, you cheap, lying, adulterous slut!” Several people heard me, and Jeannie turned scarlet as they stared at her. I could smell pussy and cum on her from ten feet away, and I’m sure others could as well. Tears continued to stream down her face.

I lowered the cooking grate, turned the flames up as high as they would go, opened one of the glass doors, and tossed Jeannie’s pantyhose into the fireplace. They twisted on the grill for an instant, then burst into flames. In seconds they were gone. I opened the glass door again and threw in the guy’s shirt. It too flashed brightly and disappeared. His glasses were next. They were plastic, and I could smell them burning as they almost exploded before they were quickly gone.

I burned everything he had been wearing, including his expensive Italian shoes. As they slowly disappeared into ashes, I watched the remains of his wallet rapidly turning to charcoal. I watched one of his keys melt onto the metal grate until it was a shapeless black mass. His watch took a little longer, but it too finally melted into a charred blob and fell off the grate. (more…)

When the revolution came, I saw in my naïve way a world painted in blues and in yellows. Colors of the new, lone party drifted off the massive flags that spread like raindrops through the city. I watched them dance in the sky as the coated the earth. They melted into the faces of passersby, ran through the streets and alleys. They dipped into the water we drank. No: they were the water we drank.

I knew the revolution must surely have wonderful things in store for me. I was a fervent, vocal party man, and always had been. When the recession had crushed many businesses and taken food from the mouths of babes, I had taken to the streets to put posters up. When the government’s efforts to restore order failed, I staged rallies. When the troops were sent in, I fought. I deserved my place among the heroes of the revolution.

It had been difficult, too. For a great while there had been no response. Culture had been drifting back towards older times already, but some of the views we espoused were still too radical. His Excellency had confided in me then, bunkered in an old warehouse and living with rats, that it was all a part of his plan.

“The people will respond,” he had smiled as he tapped his sternum, “when the people need to eat.” Until then, we had to be prepared.

Sure enough, when the time came to move we were able to move faster and more efficiently than our enemies, and had swiftly gained power.

And now His Excellency was excellent, indeed. (more…)

Victoria walked down the street on a brisk September day of 1922. A new doctor had just moved his office into the town and she had volunteered to be the first of his patients. This type of doctor had never been in the town before, but she read somewhere that gynecologists were practicing their medicine in larger towns. She didn’t know exactly what would happen, but she had talked to him at the last town social and decided she could trust the nice man.

She opened the apartment building door, and walked up to the second floor. She knocked on his office door. He answered the door and let her in, locking the door behind her. He greeted her warmly and asked her about her medical history. She answered all of his questions, and then he asked, “When was the last time you had relations with your husband?”

Victoria was taken aback, for she had never before been asked about her sex life. She answered, “Last month. A month ago.” She started to get red in the face.

“Don’t get embarrassed, Mrs. Reynolds, I need to know such things.” The doctor explained. “Please tell me, does he always bring you to orgasm?”

“No, not always. Sometimes.”

“And does he give you anal sex?” (more…)

I am a HOT 33 TV in los angeles area that wants to explore my rape fantasies.
I wish to find at least 1 or 2 (or more) men or woman (could be more) or
Transgender to come into my apartment near Hollywood area and fulfill my
darkest rape fantasy. I am ready tonight if you want me, but if not we can
arrange it sometime soon. I am anxious to fulfill this fantasy right away,
while I am so intent on doing it. What I need is to be placed in a fantasy
position of being completely over-powered while dressed up as a girl so that I
really feel helpless and submissive. I don’t like a lot of pain & torture
stuff, rather an aggressive person or persons that know my buttons to push so
that it really turns me on as much as it turns you on. I will describe some of
the things that turn me on and how I would want the rape fantasy to go and you
can add to it if you like.

Im a 19 year old virgin not becaue i want to be but in truth ive dated alot of guys but never wanted to have sex with anyone of them but recently i have been having urges. Me and my best friend have been friends since elementary school but we have never dated each other. I want him to fuck me so bad… i dream sucking his dick and feeling his dick inside me, i need a guys advice.. what would you do if your best girl friend came onto you? Would you do it?!?

This last sentence I find particularly interesting — because after all,
in most circumstances it’s extremely difficult to separate the effect from
the cause, in any sphere, but especially when it comes to thinking and
emotion. But the whole question of whether “fantasizing” about rape (in
quotes because the word seems to have so many different meanings) actually
makes men more likely to rape seems to me only the most obvious suspicion
about “fantasy” or pornography. I’m much more concerned about how these
things affect my normal daily interactions with men. And I would have to
say that in this realm the demeaning and objectifying approach of
pornography and the ways in which it is shored up through the patriarchal
systems of the traditional family, the military and the fraternity house
make it nearly impossible for me to truly communicate with most men. Once
you’ve been educated to look for that “perfect woman” (the right breasts,
the right waistline, the neediness…), it’s extremely hard to not view
every woman in terms of how she diverges from that model. (more…)

A woman has the right to have been completely satisfied sexually in the
process of being raped, but the rapist is still guilty of a serious
crime!!! I do not know why women, at this late date, are still dancing
around that issue. Admittedly it is a strange circumstance, but the crime
is closer to kidnapping and extreme breach of privacy, and in these days of
HIV, possibly attempted manslaughter, attempted murder, or reckless
endangerment. It wouldn’t matter if the perp had kidnapped her and kept her
in a suite at the most posh hotel in town with room service and only had
guards to keep her from leaving. It wouldn’t matter if she used up $1000
worth of room service a day. It would still be kidnap, and subject to the
death penalty!

A California man has pleaded
guilty to residential burglary after he set up a meeting with a woman
on a rape fantasy Internet chat page, but instead broke into a
different woman’s apartment.

Michael Todd Howard, 35, pleaded guilty in a court in San Diego
Tuesday in return for an expected sentence of one year in jail and
probation, prosecutors said. (more…)

I knew that Buzz had found me out the minute he came through door. He had that darkly burning look in his eyes. He stood at the kitchen door and stared at me for what seemed like forever.

“You’re a fucking whore, Mindy, a fucking whore. I saw you with Dan today. Stupid bitch!”

What could I say? I was busted. “I’m sorry Buzz, it just . . . it just kinda happened. It was only a blow job. Its not like I fucked him or anything.”

“Only a blow job, huh.” an evil smile flashed across buzz’s face. “You got two choices bitch, come with me and do exactly as you’re told or get the fuck out. And you got ten seconds to decide.”

“I’ll do anything Buzz, anything you want . . . please…”

“Get in the truck” he said coldly as he shoved me towards the door. I’m gonna teach you a lesson.”

I walked to the front door and then out to the truck and got in. Buzz slid behind the wheel.

“Get on the floor. I don’t even want to look at you, you whore.” (more…)

While his lips swept over hers, breathing her in like the prey she was, he stood back to look at her in her glory, the chains moving with her as she moved to pull against the cuffs on her wrists, as if she could get away. Folding his arms, it made him smile at how cute it was she thought she could get away still. However fertile she was, however young she was at 18 to his 35, however innocent, he was going to get inside of her head and corrupt her. Soon, she would be at his feet, kneeling to plead servitude to his whims. As his eyes floated over her, he lusted after the perky breasts in the white lace bra showing through the buttons he ripped off earlier. How long could he withstand looking at her. Watching her was such a game to him. Ah, yes, the capture….. (more…)

Well it had been about a month since Mary Jane’s car had rolled into the car park of our construction site and I still smiled at the memory of that morning every time I went down into the basement car park as part of my duties on site. The same pallet of masonry blocks remained as a reminder of the four guys fucking her atop of them.

I was still coming to work early each morning to have a couple of quiet hours to myself to do office work before the site works started each morning. And each morning I kept one eye on the window hoping to see Mary Jane standing in front of her own bedroom window, across the road from the site, giving me a morning flash of her beautiful body. Whenever her bedroom light came on just before she opened the curtains I used to stand by my office window hoping for an early morning show. But Nah, nothing happened even though I knew she could see me standing there. Unfortunately she didn’t give me the opportunity to set up the theodolite and admire her more closely through its telescope.

Then early one Saturday morning, my site office door suddenly burst open and in stormed Mary Jane. (more…)