But another part of her, the part that slowly took control of her body, felt something warm and itching build inside her. Without thinking about it, s...e started fiddling with the hem of her nightgown, pulling it halfway up her bare thighs before she realized what she was doing. With trembling fingers she released the thin fabric.*WHIP* Sara moaned again. A dozen red stripes was now covering her buttocks and her bare toes curled tight as the whip hit her again. Despite the obvious pain, her ass. He was my rapist, though, I consider him nothing more than just another lover. I was with him longer that night than most of my one night stands. It shames me to know that while he was violent and demanding, to me he was nothing more than a roleplay gone awry. He cut my ‘cunt’ open with a beer bottle and left me on the side of a road to bleed. I’ve had lovers do more damage to me with their words. The other father of a set of baby bones was a lover I coveted. He was a vampire, metaphorically.. It stretched out more than enough to do the job, and in flash, she’d flown off, cargo in tow, to Central Precinct and police headquarters in midtown to properly deliver her eight crooked dick captives for proper legal justice.Alone on the sidewalk, I checked the odds of anything further happening on my short walk back to my graystone and then reexamined the chances twice more. Since nothing else seemed likely to ruin my early morning, I gathered up my flowers and the flower girl’s cane and. Watching Amanda wearing nothing but a smile and one of my shirts and looking a damn sight better in it than I ever could, I suddenly understood those same friends when they tried to explain that morning feeling with the right partner, how the world seemed that much better somehow. I had done us each a good fry-up, as I knew after the night's exertions that I needed something substantial. Judging by the way Amanda was tucking in, she was feeling the same.As if reading my thoughts, she said. "I'm.