.. flawlessly. Then she started combining several schools. She flowed and moved in impossible ways.“ERK!”“I watched some Japanese, Chinese and B...azilian martial arts movies. Some of that stuff is only possible if done with wires.”“What languages?” I asked her.“Think or speak?”Worse and worse ... governments were going to be interested.Tyke said, “I don’t brag ... much. It’s dangerous. And I don’t let nationals know I know what they are saying. I wish ... sometimes ... that I had siblings. Daddy. It didn't make much sense, but Demie was going to follow the prophetess' instructions. She didn't want what happened with Abe forty years ago to happen again.As Demie left Cassandra's shop a young man caught her eye, and she caught his. Beckoning him into an alley, she figured she would grab a snack and then head on home.---"Mew?" I have to go to work," I replied. The poor cat lady looked so forlorn that I was leaving that I almost called in sick, but I had done that too often lately. Like any. I was speechless…She turns off the water and steps out of the shower. Her gaze never broke; she looked deep into my eyes. Her lips were inviting for a kiss as they were slightly open. “Well aren’t you going to join me?” As she said that she reached for my shirt and took it off. Her wet silky hands moved across my body as she reached for the top button of my jeans. As she unzipped my jeans she went in for a kiss. Our lips met and softly kissed each other. She undid my pants and I stood there. Rapists keep themselves shackled in the rivers of burning sulphur, and no one else.So please. Keep those fantasies inside your head, keep that dick inside your pants. I write these words and this fantasy because I can’t help but imagine myself in such predicaments. But never would I do it, nor would I allow it to happen to me.My name is Robyn. I am a bondage and rape fetishist. I am not sorry.-Robyn GrainAn Everyday Bondage FantasyNot a day passes that I don’t feel at least a little guilty..