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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely trying and tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during the strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Laura Benton is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
NEIGHBORS IN BONDAGE — a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
“Where do you want me to put it, Mrs. Benton?”
Laura thought, in my cunt. Up my ass. Down my throat. You can put it anywhere you want! She could see the hard swelling of young Brad Wilson’s huge cock bulging in his jeans. Teenaged boys amazed her. How quickly they got hard, and how long they stayed that way.
But with great effort, Laura managed to break that train of thought. She turned, smiling faintly, and saw Brad was holding a heavy moving carton marked “pots & pans”. “Er, that goes in the kitchen,” she said. “On the counter… anywhere you can find room.”
He nodded and started down the hall. Laura’s flashing eyes followed, drawn like magnets to the width of his powerful shoulders, the narrow taper of his waist and taut, tempting ass cheeks cased like sausage in tight blue denim.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.