.I give up...So I may now more convincingly ask: DO you WANT this!? If this lastDescription of mine doesn't scare you off, nothing will!Some of you ar... just such gluttons for punishment...Speaking of the "punisher" herself, I still can't believe some of theHypnotic techniques used in the stories on this site! Even I have beenhypnotized into writing these kind of stories; and I actually authoredthe following garbage, so representative of the type of hellish thingsthat go on here:...After the. He would be gone for a couple days at a time, with only a short text sent her way saying he missed her. Then, whenever he came back, he always picked her up and took her back to his bed to show just how much he meant it. Sex with him was never boring. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she thought about the way he would bite on her nipples while he slowly thrust in and out of her. Jaz knew he was trying to test the waters of how dominating he could be in bed, and she wasn’t going to. He pulled away and looked into her eyes and lovingly began kissing her again. She began to pant, feeling his tongue pressed against hers and cursing the barriers of clothing beneath her. She pulled away only long enough to remove her shirt and give him better access to parts he had been eyeing. He remembered the way she enjoyed having her nipples played with and went straight for them. He rolled each nipple between his thumb and finger, giving her exactly what she wanted. She began rotating her. Jordan turned to see and gave me a smile that I knew all too well. What were they talking about? Did I want to know? Would it lead to something between me and Leanne?Leanne was close to Jordan's height, though I knew my brunette was wearing three inch heels. Leanne's hair was darker, flowed straight, and hung off her bulging breasts. She was wearing an apron over the store shirt, something all of the employees wore, but it couldn't conceal her size. She also wore a skirt that flowed around her.