• Vengeance Come My Way by Christopher Ryan

    Fog and motion, like being dragged underwater by rough hands. I am consistently overwhelmed by dark dreams of pounding invasion. Occasionally, I break the surface and gasp for air only to find a stranger straining mere inches above me. The lone mercy comes when the blackness takes me again. The pattern continues for eternities. Veins […]

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  • Penelope on the Job by Christopher Ryan

    It was the denim thigh high boots that made him stop. Rising from stiletto heels, skin tight and showing off shapely calves, ending ¬†¬†just above the knees, drawing the eye to gorgeously muscular thighs, and an outrageously micro mini skirt. A huge purse on a long strap led his eyes to her tube top, which […]

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