Joanna twisted her way past the dark streets when she ran home, beat her heart and lungs burned from the exorcism. The rubber soles of her gyms hit the shiny sidewalk, wet and damp of a sudden damp. There were a few more drops. The young girl was grateful for the raindrops that had mutilated her hair and shirt. With any luck, she could tell her mother that the wet spots on her shirt were just rainfall.
Tim was on his back door. Naked, he was in one of the plastic lounge chairs. With his wife on a shopping trip and the kids at school, he felt comfortable enough to sneak back for a little bit of fun.
He was recently working on some solo water sports using his pee as lube for a kinky masturbation session. When he fantasized, he remembered the early days of marriage when his wife Dee was open to new adventures. Unfortunately, 15 years had passed, and if it were children, time, or that middle abdomen that developed on both, she had become less and less adventurous.
In the last ten years, I’ve come a long way from a sweet, innocent, extremely naive 18-year-old from the Bible to, with the possible exception of my aunt Sally, the best cocksucker and pipes to be found. I left home when I was 18 to go to college in Southern California. My parents were very strict, my dad is a Doopsier, and my mom teaches summer school and runs the church choir. They only agreed. I went to school if I stayed with my Aunt Sally, who lived in a few blocks of college. Sally was only ten years older than me, but had a master in library science with a minor in economy. Mom and dad approved her and felt that even though she was only 28, she would be a suitable guardian for their lovely virgin daughter. How little we knew.