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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting circumstances.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly joins the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Sheryle is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. A healthy, attractive teenager, she has no reason to think she is different from other girls her age. But within her a love of degradation and desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
VIRGIN IN BONDAGE — a fictional story about those who appear normal, but whose needs are different from most.
“No, Michael, you shouldn’t ask me to do that!” the red-haired girl exclaimed, forcing her boyfriend’s hand down from her crotch. The hand had been slowly creeping higher and higher as their excitement mounted. She loved the taste of his lips crushing down hard against hers, but this was too much. She couldn’t be expected to go all the way!
“Why not?”
“It’s not right,” she said primly, though it was hard for her. She was still breathing hard, her lush, ripe tits rising and falling heavily. The way her aroused nipples boldly pressed into the thin fabric of her blouse told the story. She was hot. She would fuck if he could only make her see a reason why not.
“Bullshit,” he said forcefully. “What do you mean it’s not right? It’s the most natural thing in the world. Unless you really don’t love me like you said. Were you lying to me?”
“No, Michael, not that. It’s just that we should wait. Till after we’re married.”
“Goddamn, Sheryle, I never thought you would get caught up in that ancient mythology passed out by your old man. That fossil still thinks I should ask him for permission before we go out on a date. That’s crap and you know it.”
“Well…” she said, her resistance crumbling.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number BH-8073 in the original publications (a duplicate).