He began to loose sleep, drink more than his usual self imposed limit, and harboured resentment towards the couple. His contempt towards the lover fo... neglecting her, towards the object of his desire for refusing his subtle advances. The latter fueled a large degree of self guilt, the former caused him anguishHis only release was his nightly fantasies of her. Each night a sexual scenario played vividly within his mind. In the lonely man’s younger days, his greatest pleasure came from the. Growing up, she spent most of her time with her mother. When she became a teenager, instead of enjoying school activities and going to parties, she went home to care for her aging mother. Now her mother was ninety and living in a nursing home, but Marian still went home right after work. Life had pretty much passed her by. It was nine o’clock and time to lock up. She finished putting the books away, blew the candle out in the jack-o-lantern and locked the door behind her. When she stepped out. You asked for this Lil Red, didn’t you? The voice inside my head whispered between the blows. This was your desire, wasn’t it? Don’t you feel it? Your body craving this, loving this, Master’s complete control of your flesh, even in pain… I felt the next orgasm rising, begging to be freed. He is owning you Lil Red; embrace the freedom he is giving you...The flogging stopped and as I tried to gain breath I heard footsteps. My heart began to pound. What was coming next? I only had time to. Those days and nights I’d watched her, the desperate way she shoved her toy cock into her vagina, was the same way she was responding now. She craved my fingers inside of her. “Yes,” she hissed as I slid a couple of them deep into her squelching pussy.Her hips now moved in rhythm with my probing fingers and when I sucked her swollen clit, her gasps and moans became screams. She sounded just the way I’d imagined. Then, with a final thrust of her hips, she squeezed hard on my fingers and I knew.