It's not the beginning of an epic saga or even a sweeping chronicle. No, Most Patient Reader. It will simply be a collection of 5k - 20k word smutty s...ories that will each have a beginning, middle and end written by yours truly.Think of it as a psychic dumping ground of an over-active imagination that spends far too much time obsessing about everything sex related. Mind controlled sexiness doubly so, I do have a passion for such deliciously dark tales.For instance; should I be watching some. He told me that he is running late and won’t be able to come pick us up for a couple hours and asked me to get someone else to drop us of. I asked my trusted batizah and he agreed. He drove us home. We spoke about generic stuff on the journey home. As we arrived at my house, I invited him up for some tea so he could help me bring some of my stuff up as my daughter had fallen asleep and I would have to carry her upstairs. He helped me up and was waiting in the living room. I had brought in tea. ‘Mimi, we can’t do that…’ ‘We have to, Bam, there’s no other way!’ Mimi begged. I was silent. I stood there like a sucker. I should have left her right there, walked out of that crazy mansion, got into my car, drove off and never looked back. But there was something compelling me to stay. Something that made it impossible to move. Something keeping me right there. It was Mimi’s hand, caressing my manhood through my pants. Her soft, gentle touch moving slowly against the fabric, teasing me. She. Rita was getting disgusted withhis complaining about all sorts of little things. All he wanted todo was sit in front of the television set and watch sports. Hethought, thank goodness for the sports networks. They drove up to see the lawyer. He had closed every loose end,and when they were done Rita was surprised to find out that she nowhad a check for over a quarter million dollars in her hand. She nowrealized that Aunt Harriet had been quite a businesswoman. When shetold the lawyer she was.