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- The following story was a collaboration between myself and a female who
- wishes to remain anonymous. As the collaboration was conducted by e-mail, the
- next installment may be a while in coming (that is, if there's enough positive
- respose to warrant one).
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- Disclaimer: The following story is entirely a work of fiction. It may or may
- not contain cannibalism; molestation and mutilation of children, insects, and
- several animals from Disney cartoons (including Bambi and Chip and Dale); heterosexual sex; CPR training; bondage; excerpts from 1963 phone books; and
- kissing. Some individuals may find it offensive. These persons are invited to
- discontinue reading at this point. For the rest, enjoy (we hope :-). The
- authors take no responsibility for the fate of squeamish readers who cannot
- contain their own curiosity.
- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Taking Possession
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- Bumped into an old enemy two nights ago. I met him less than a week after I
- moved into the city. We dated for a few weeks and got along well until he
- started ordering me around. Our short affair ended in an explosive yelling
- match. His friends told me I was lucky he had shown enough self-control not to
- hit me. They claimed he was capable of being dangerous. Since then, our only
- acknowledgment of each others existence had taken the form of ruthless
- character attacks to anyone who would listen.
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- But two nights ago, he and I ended up in bed. I'm not quite sure how that
- happened, but we had some very *nice* vanilla sex. He was as well-built as
- when I first noticed him years ago, and somewhere in our mutual hatred there
- had always been sexual tension. His wide, 6'3" frame still dwarfed mine, a
- curvacious 5'5" (I've always felt that my chest was *too* large to be
- attractive, but I've been assured by numerous partners that they are more than
- firm enough to be appealing). I've always been a sucker for broad shoulders,
- a well-developed chest, and a washboard stomach. And a cock *almost* too
- large to have fun with. When I'm relaxed enough, I can usually deep-throat,
- but I didn't even try with him. Before he left, he asked a leading question about my sexual proclivities, and
- I told him he'd be shocked by what I like. When he pushed for details, I
- realized I might be in for some excitement.
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- "I've always wanted to find someone who would just use me for his
- pleasure. Someone who will do *everything* he has the urge to do to me and
- show no concern for my enjoyment. He wouldn't need to care how I felt about
- it: I'd be guaranteed to enjoy myself. I've never found anyone with the balls
- to do it. I don't believe that true dominants really exist."
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