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The passions that many people hold hidden from view are frequently brought out under duress or tempting conditions.
A woman attending a cocktail party may, after a few drinks too many, lose all inhibitions and take on all corners, male and female alike. A struggling executive suddenly placed in a position of trust and confidence may fall victim to greed and embezzle funds from his employer. Or a couple, responding to group pressure, may join a neighborhood mate-swapping clique. All are responses to unusual stimulus.
Lisa Hopkins is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like snakes, awaiting only the proper stimulus to arouse them.
TIED UP SISTER — a fictional stow about a society that refines to face many of its real problems.
The scratching at her window came again. Lisa pulled the thin nightgown around her body. She had the awful feeling of someone watching her and she was unable to look back. She’d been blind since birth. Usually, it wasn’t much of a bother for her.
Now it was frightening her out of her wits.
The window popped open and a gust of wind tugged open her nightgown revealing her trim, supple young body. She didn’t think of how she looked, that her naked body might be turning on any watchers. Somehow, it just wasn’t possible for her to think in sighted people’s terms.
The man crouching in the window, however, was getting a real eyeful. Lisa was beautiful. She was twenty, perhaps twenty-one, and every inch a woman. The firm, jutting tits were made to be stuffed into a hungry mouth. The trim waist was almost small enough to circle with both hands. The man couldn’t take his eyes off her snatch, though.
That looked promising, damned promising.
“Who’s there?” she demanded. “Who is it?”
He made no sound. He only watched and waited.
She began stumbling around the bedroom going for the door. As she turned, he got a good look at her profile. It made his cock turn cartwheels. The woman’s nipples were hard, erect. The wind was doing that, the wind and her fright. The flare of her ass gleamed whitely in the dim light of the bedroom. And for a second, the man could see the snowy flash of long, trim legs under the pale yellow dressing gown.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number AB-5103 in the original publications (a duplicate).