Blame it on the fact I have no self control whatsoever. My Masterlist. You resented the Egyptian cotton sheets that were wrapped around your body. You resented the sweet floral scent drifting through your nose from the vase of flowers he had brought you. You resented the light blue walls that surrounded you, the shame shade as his eyes, but most of all you resented the door that was directly opposite you. The door that was always locked. That never opened, unless it served to bring him to you. There was nothing else in the room beside the bed, a little table and a second door that lead to a small bathroom. He was ever practical, your soldier.
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I had come home early one afternoon to pick up some paperwork from my home office. The car belonging to my daughter is parked out front, but that is not unusual in itself, since she is a college junior and has varying hours for her classes. What is unusual however, is hearing loud moaning coming from her room that is just a couple of doors down from my office when I go into the house. Abandoning the purpose for my return home for the moment, I quietly walk down the hall to make sure that she is not hurt or something. The arrangement of the room is such that the bed is mostly hidden from view from the doorway.
This story also has a lot of ATM ass to mouth and analingus references which I also do not condone at all in real life for health reasons. I knew that I should have called Daddy for a ride instead of trying to walk home and now I am paying for it!! As I was walking down the deserted street, a van pulled up beside me with the side door open. Before I could turn and run, or even scream; two masked men jumped out of the van and grabbed me, covered my mouth and threw me inside. There were more guys inside because even though I was struggling wildly, I was quickly held down on my stomach on a smelly rubber mat. I try to scream, but a smelly foul tasting rag is shoved into my mouth. But I am too late; a piece of cloth is quickly wrapped around my head to keep the nasty gag firmly in place.