It was late as I was driving home from the bar, my head thick with beer and a variety of mixed drinks. I had also snuck outside while at the bar and shared a couple of marijuana joints with a friend, which made me even hornier than usual. The drive home seemed incredibly long, and each time there was a rise in the road I felt a deep, easeful buzz in my groin. Mellow orgasms, I thought and smiled to myself. By the time I made it to the house, I was soaking wet.

I could barely wait to...

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I love the way his grip tightens when I let out that choked little cry…I wonder what he wants. Often I’m told that he doesn’t have fantasies, but I am certain he must. I’m not the only one who loves watching violent sex; I’m not the only one that seeks out forbidden fantasies. I’m not the only one who loves his grip on my wrists, the wrenching of my elbow, and his grip on my hips - or else he wouldn’t do it. All too often, I think about being taken by an animalistic force, something that doesn’t...

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