#NoMessing

Another long silence. I was getting so uncomfortable, and still they just watched me, calm as you like. My mind, despite my best efforts, began to run on sexual lines; I became acutely aware of my breasts, my legs, my mouth. It was a power thing they were doing to me—a young woman, alone with her two rich bosses, in their territory, after hours. My skin began to tingle, to tremble. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2500 words

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It is hard to kiss a man who is groping you, whom you urgently wish will keep kissing you in case he does something more dreadful — so hard — because if you don’t kiss him well, he may hurt you, and when you kiss him well, your body reacts as it is used to doing, and you feel your pussy surging for him, feel your thighs spreading, feel yourself moving to give him your breasts, and you shake, and cry, and then force yourself to kiss him even more carefully, even more seductively, in case the shaking and crying makes him angry… [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 15 minutes; 3200 words

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