She’d led my down a steep and narrow stair into a lightless room, the candle she’d brought along our only illumination, the faint light chasing th... shadows away from the center of the room, and what hung there. “Strip for me, Ariel.” Though her voice was soft, I knew it for what it was; a command. Eagerly, I undressed for her, cheeks coloring as she ran her hand between my thighs, her fingers feather light against my flesh, smearing the trickle of arousal that seeped from my cunt. Soon I was. ‘To bind power.’ An interesting title, that much was sure. I did what any drunken man in my position would do. I simply began to read the funky book without thinking twice about the glowing and slowly vanishing letters. It was definitely cool.The book went over how to bind the power of demons in books. Interesting topic. If I understood this right, the writers focused the very essence of some strong magical monster in a book. Someone really had an active fantasy there. Well, should I ever find. I wanted to see the look on the face of the guy who did not give her the time of day in high school. He did not disappoint me. I loved the look on his stuck up face. Eyes bugged out. Mouth wide open. He could not take his eyes off the girl he never gave a second look to. As we walked to the bar it was as if the Red Sea parted. The tomboy who could not get a date was the center of attention 25 years later. He tried to stay away. Tried to pretend he did not notice. But every time he. She enjoyed the roughness of the concrete wall against her back, but its chill made her shiver. He quickly noticed, pulling her away from the wall. He pressed her back to his chest, still rubbing his fingers vigorously against her clitoris. He wanted to be inside her so badly his dick ached, but she had to come first. He ground his penis between her thighs. “Do you see the pre-cum on my cock?” he growled in her ear, his breathing heavy. She nodded. He kissed her neck, licking the tender.