RAPE

rape

INCEST

incest

BEASTIALITY

beastiality

MATURE

mature

INCEST MATURE STORIES

On a dull and grey afternoon when the temperature was soaring and the air was hanging heavily near the ground, John returned to his home. As he entered the hallway, Susannah blocked his way. As he looked, he could see that she held the sheaf of papers he had given her a couple of days ago. The papers detailed his innermost fantasies. For the life of him, he could not remember what had possessed him to share this intimate information with her other than somewhere, deep inside, he hoped she would have an urge to indulge him. He felt his mouth suddenly go dry; his heart a thudding captive deep within his chest. Deep and booming within the dark captivity of his soul like his darkest fantasy unfolded before this demure lady.
"Why are you dressed like that?" he heard his dry voice rasp.
"Like what? This coat and heels" My, but she was cool!
His heart beat louder. His captive heart! His captured dreams!
Susannah slowly smiled. His heart began to melt, and his blood turned to water as it always did when she smiled that oh so secretive and captivating smile.
"I guess you will see soon enough. Do you like the boots?"