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Can you help me find good names for fictional characters for a bondage/fetish story?
The story will take place in a University, where a secret society of students abducts and introduces inmates to the world of bondage, submission and fetishism.
I'd like to find good names for the main characters:
- The dominant male and female character who lead the secret society: He would be American, she would be from Asia
- A female character who will be abducted, then become part of the organisation. I'd like her to be a noble french girl, or Italian
- Several good names for other characters, especially the ones to be abducted and trained. They should come from various countries, such as Sweden, England, India, Russia, etc...
I know I will get many answers by "2 points hunters". But I also hope that some people will take this seriously. Not only will one get the best answer vote, but also they will appear among the authors of the story, that is to be displayed on a free story web site.
Of course, any input for the story is welcome. Give your email if you wish to contribute
For the Dominant Male- Lou. For the Dominant Asian Femal- Que (pronounced Kwee) For the Dominant Abducted French Girl- Adelle. A Swedish name- Lolette. English- Emma. Russian Female Names- Elizaveta, Natasha. Russian Male Names- Viktor, Filipp. Indian Female Names- Dhara, Nilima. Indian Male Names- Mahabala, Tarun.
I hope some of this helps you.
My email is Wendy91386@yahoo.com if you want to bounce some ideas off me, I, too, am a writer, maybe I could help. Although, I'm not too experienced in the BDSM lifestyle.
Where to read bondage type sex stories for free?
I can't find them on any of the popular sites, they're all boring ones. Let me know, if you know. thanks.
lmao.... I had to google it xD

www.literotica.com/stories/storie…
Just wanted to get some feedback as to whether this beginning to a short story is too pompous?
In the midst of silence it occurred to me that this moment might be different, any minute the patriarch would lunge at my mother with such a fervent ardor that it would dissolve immediately all of life’s incongruities. I had convinced myself that these events were isolated; this morning of course was no different. The air that morning seemed to be as torpid as the mind of that drunken vagrant, that craven bewildered man that promised to keep us sacred. The events stayed loyal to the regime established ages ago; a woman abandoned and detested sat motionless and oddly stoic. I wanted to embrace her, as much out of love for the bond of paternity as for the ability to mend all things broken. I would be the master of ceremonies; the savior of the forlorn relieving the afflicted with my generous embrace. I wanted to save as much as I wanted to be the savior; I dreamt that one day I would liberate the destitute and free us from bondage but it was I that wanted to be freed; altruism is often perverse. Officiously I offered my assistance; I made promises of change. Intended, never manifested.
Pompous? Not really. It's great writing, although I feel as though I'm listening to the deep inner thoughts and dreams of somebody I don't know. I can't fully understand the situation, only the feelings the main character has about it. Maybe you should add a sentence or two at the beginning to let the reader know the setting or somewhat about the main character's situation.
I need a hand with my story ...?
Three of my characters are a nineteen year old girl named Priscilla, her twenty – nine year old boyfriend named Brad, and her eighteen year old brother named Rex . Priscilla doesn't think material things are very important . Rex is a “pack rat” who likes to collect things . Priscilla thinks Rex is too devoted to material things . Priscilla's priorities are volunteering and doing housework and yard work for senior citizens . She thinks Rex should get interested in volunteering . In my story, Priscilla said "I wish Rex would sell everything he owns and donate the money to charity !" . Brad asked "Why is that ?" .

Some answers Priscilla could give are --

1 ) “Material things are bondage ! If Rex sells everything he owns, he'll know complete freedom !” .

2 ) “Owning material things gives him an excuse to be proud ! If Rex sells everything he owns, he'll be much closer to having a humble spirit !” .

3 ) “Owning material things keeps him proud ! If Rex sells everything he owns, he'll be much closer to Humble City !” .

4 ) “Everything he owns that he doesn't really need is a link in a chain that enslaves him ! Volunteering is the key to set him free, and freedom is its own reward !” .

5 ) "It's easier to get rid of everything than to decide what's worth keeping !” .

6 ) “I don't think ANY of it is worth keeping !” .

7 ) “Material things will interfere with him volunteering and being a servant !” .

8 ) “Rex has it so easy ! He SHOULD give a hand to people who aren't so lucky ! Besides, the best thing anybody can do with their money is donate it to charity !” ?

Priscilla might think Rex should get rid of everything and start with a clean slate . “Sell everything he owns” is a bigger sacrifice than “sell the unnecessary stuff” . “Sell everything he owns” opens the door to an entirely new beginning with all – new priorities – volunteering and doing housework and yard work for senior citizens .

Which possible response or ideas do you like best ? Do you have any better ideas ? Do you have any other comments ? Thank you in advance for your answers .
I would go with 8- if she thinks Rex should be interested in volunteering, that one seems the most plausible.

But I have a bunch of unrelated questions/comments about your story. What on earth is the reason for Priscilla acting like this??? Because if her parents raised her to be like that, why isn't Rex the same way? And it seems like someone whose priorities are volunteering and doing housework for senior citizens would consider having a boyfriend at all frivolous, and a boyfriend a decade older than her ridiculous. And how does Brad take all of this? Does he volunteer and do housework for senior citizens too? Haha sorry, I don't mean to criticize, but now I'm going to be awake all night wondering about this Priscilla chick. XD She seems like a very boring person, but an interesting character.
Oh I thought of another question-- is Priscilla willing to do the same thing and sell all of her material stuff? And does she mean only the unnecessary things, or EVERYTHING including clothes and stuff?
Comments on my story idea?
Sorry, I know this is long, but please read it. Pretty please? :)

Main character is Melody. She doesn't know who her father is, and she never will find out (this isn't going to be one of those Darth Vader things, no worries). Her mother supposedly died when she was three. She was in foster homes until she was 9, when a 23 as a ld woman named Miranda came and adopted her as a sister, doing some tricky finagling to get custody of her, because she saw that Melody was a wraith (explanation for that later on) but that she was also compassionate and wasn't at all evil, though she does have a temper. Miranda already has a son named Caleb, and Melody adopts him as her brother, too. But they don't yet know who the father is. They returned to Miranda's home to live with the Sentinels, which are basically this group of people who have extra abilities- one can teleport, one can feel an object's history by touching it, etc. The Sentinels fight these creatures called wraiths that are hidden in our world, though none of us dumb humans know that they exist, haha. Miranda tells everyone- excluding Caleb- that Melody is simply another Sentinel-to-be, and they keep it a secret, because they'd probably try and kill her otherwise. Basically, a wraith has the ability to shapeshift into whatever human they last killed- they typically have to kill a human once a year, or else they'll die. Sort of like a snake shedding its skin. But if they can find out what their original form was, they are freed of this bondage and remain in their original form- which basically looks like just your average human. But most wraiths don't care enough to go seeking out their history. They have this...innate evil. Wraiths can be born, with either 1 wraith parent or 2- or they can be created. If a human can kill a wraith and...well, basically drink their soul, they can become one. Not sure why you'd want to, unless the whole superpower thing is really worth it...

Anyway. Melody is now 16, Miranda's 30, and Caleb's 12. Mel comes home with the other Sentinels one night to find out that Caleb's missing, so she tries to find him but is captured by the wraiths, drugged, and brought to their congregation in California. She escapes but is then stuck in the middle of the Mojavi desert and she's pretty close to dying of thirst when she hears a voice say "I am alone" in her head. But she didn't think it. She talks to this voice for a while, finds out that his name is James, and that he's stuck in a very cold place. But she thinks she's simply hallucinating because SHE wants to be in a cold place, but finds it interesting anyway. She's eventually rescued, bunch of other things happen, three of the wraiths in particular are trying to find her- their names are Jacob, Angelica, and Emilia. In one of the action sequences, when they're trying to stop the wraiths from burning down a hospital full of people, she hears one of the wraiths talking and recognizes it as James. She meets him and is supposed to kill him but after speaking to him she decides not to and instead tells him to "stay lost" and goes back to the Sentinels, telling them he's dead. Lots of other stuff happens...(haven't quite developed the subplots) but she and James gradually become closer together and eventually, grudgingly admit they're in love. She finds out that James used to be a Sentinel, but gave himself up and became a wraith so that he could spy, only when he became one, the tallogens- the name of the hormones that all wraiths are controlled by- possessed him until he forgot that he was good. Craig- the young Sentinel Melody had loved the year before but who had been captured by the wraiths- was actually his brother and was also turned into a wraith. Though the brothers, Craig and James, still love each other, there's also an underlying hate there because Craig still loves Melody but she only loves James. Oh, and Griffin (she's a girl, not a boy!) is their sister, but she's still human. She joins the Sentinels after she finds them. Throughout the story, you're misled to believe that Emilia is really Emelda, who was Melody's mother, but in fact Emelda really was dead. Emelda was originally a Sentinel who, like James, became a wraith to spy, but when the wraiths found out who she was, she killed herself to protect their secrets. But before she died, she transferred her own powers- the power to control storms- to Melody so that her daughter would have some means to protect herself.

The ending: the Sentinels learn that someone has been leaking info to the wraiths. Miranda tells Melody that it's been her- she loves Jacob, who is the father of Caleb, after all these years. But she loves Caleb and Melody to, and doesn't want them to be in danger, so she tells Melody to take care of Caleb and goes to join the wraiths. She doesn't tell the Sentinels this, though, because she wants to protect Miranda. Thinking it is James, they tell Melody that she has to kill him, because she's the only one
i love it! u should try to get it published!
Anyone know what this hindu story means??
Three Types of Agent
The agent who is free from attachment, is non-egoistic, endowed with resolve and enthusiasm, and unperturbed in success or failure is called good. The agent who is impassioned, who desires the fruits of work, who is greedy, violent, impure, and gets affected by joy and sorrow, is called passionate. The agent who is undisciplined, vulgar, stubborn, wicked, malicious, lazy, depressed, and procrastinating is called ignorant.

Three Types of Intellect
Now hear Me explain fully and separately, O Arjun, the threefold division of intellect and resolve, based on modes of material Nature. O Arjun, that intellect is in the mode of goodness which understands the path of work and the path of renunciation, right and wrong action, fear and fearlessness, bondage and liberation. That intellect is the mode of passion which cnnot distinguish between righteousness (Dharma) and unrighteousness (Adharma), and right and wrong action. O Arjun. That intellect is in the mode of ignorance which, when covered by ignorance, accepts unrighteousness (Adharma) as righteousness (Dharma) and thinks everything to be that which it is not, O Arjun.

Three Types of Resolve, and the Four Goals of Human Life
That resolve is in the mode of goodness by which one manipulates the functions of the mind, Praan (bioimpulses, life forces) and senses for God-realization only, O Arjun. That resolve is in the mode of passion by which one, craving for the fruits of work, clings to Dharma (Duty), Artha (Wealth), and Kaam (Pleasure) with great attachment. That resolve is in the mode of ignorance by which a dull prson does not give up sleep, fear, grief, despair, and carelessness, O Arjun.

Three Types of Pleasure
And now hear from Me, O Arjun, about the threefold pleasure. The pleasure that one enjoys from spiritual practice results in cessation of all sorrows. The pleasure that appears as poison in the beginning, but is like nectar in the end, comes by the grace of Self-knowledge and is in the mode of goodness. Sensual pleasures that appear as nectars in the beginning, but become poison in the end, are in the mode of passion. Pleasure that confuses a person in the beginning and in the end as a result of sleep, laziness and carelessness, is in the mode of ignorance. There is no being, either on the earth or among the celestial controllers (Devas) in the heaven, who can remain free from these three modes (Gunas) of material Nature (Prakriti).

Path of Surrender is the Ultimate Path to God
Hear once again My most secret, supreme word. You are very dear to Me; therefore, I shall tell this for your benefit. Fix your mind on Me, be devoted to Me, offer service to Me, bow down to Me, and you shall certainly reach Me. I promise you because you are My very dear friend. Setting aside all meritorious deeds (Dharma), just surrender completely to My will (with firm faith and loving contemplation). I shall liberate you from all sins (or the bonds of Karma). Do not grieve. (The meaning of abandoning all duties and taking refuge in the Lord is that one should perform duty without selfish attachment as an offering to the Lord, and totally depend only on the Him for help and guidance. The Lord takes full responsibility for a person who totally depends on Him with a spirit of genuine self-surrender.

The Grace of Gita
Those who shall study our sacred dialogue shall be performing a holy act of sacrifice (Jnaan Yajn, knowledge-sacrifice). This is My promise. Whoever hears or reads this sacred dialogue in the form of the gita with faith and without cavil becomes free from sin, and attains heaven-the higher worlds of those whose actions are pure and virtuous. O Arjun, did you listen to this with single-minded attention? Has your delusion born of ignorance been completely destroyed?
Not a story, but teachings from Gita. They are self explanatory.
Escobar A Higher Level Part 3 Grand Finale !!! (This story is in 3 parts)?
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Locked In This Holding Cell, Boxed In, I'm Claustrophobic
Ink From My Fingertips, Mixed With Sweat And Loss In Focus
Still Trying To Pinpoint Faults, My Mom Or Demonic Assaults
I Vomited, Coughed Promethezine, Hearing Screams, Tasting Salt
Looking For A Newport, Checked My Pockets, Just One Left
On A Suicide Edge, Evil Legions Whispering..JUST ONE STEP
I'm Contaiminated, Manic Inside Out, Reaching This Peak
Reanimated Satanic Vibe Dividing Balance, Seeking No Sleep
High Powered, High Wired, Breathing Sulfur, Ready For Suffer
Seeing Visions Of The Last Supper, Hearing Laughs Of Bloodsuckers
In The Field Of Blood Like Judas, Holding His Pieces Of Silver
A Black Man's Chemistry, Generations Deep, We Wasn't Built For
Incarceration, Cost Of Waiting, In This Cell Parallel To Hell
Past Blasphemey Tipped The Scale, Mind Spinning Like Carousels
So I Broke The Mirror, Grabbed A Piece Of Glass, Made One Slash
Across The Wrist Til It Hits My Bone, Falling Fast From The Gash
My Bloodtype Flooding The Floor, Dark Red Thick Outta The Core
Of My Heart Speeding A High Rate Hastefully, I'm Out Of The Door
Of The Living, Into Realms Where The Unforgiven Cry In Remorse
From Homocides And Angels Imprisoned Denied, Defying Their Source
From The House Of Jehovah, Once Angelic Now Reprimanded Rebels
For The Day Of Judgement, Feeling God's Vengeance On Many Levels
Someone Give Me A Shovel, So I Can Dig Myself Out Of This Pit
Inhaling Sulfur, Beyond Hits Of Purp Or Syrup, Itching For Kicks
Feeling So Faint, I'm Running For The Gate To Make My Escape
A Wannabe Saint, I'm Gunning To Break, Create My Place To Embrace
Something Better Than This, Knowing I'm Lost, Yet To Be Found
I Felt Something Pulling Me Back, The Gravitation Was Hellbound
Running From The Damned, My Chest Getting Tight From Pressure
Imps Clawing At My Feet, Knee Deep In Bondage, I Stretched For
The Exit, In My Mental Cavity Praying, For Release No Cease
Til I Reach Peace, And Freed From The Beast Sinking His Teeth
In My Decayed Soul, Through Darkness, A Hand Was Reaching Forth
With A Deep Gash, I'm Seeing Clear, I Ran For Its Seeking Source
Hearing The Screams Of Torture And Fear From Others Thristing
I'm Running Fast As Ever, The Soldiers Of Satan's Army Cursing
I Stretched Out With Bravado, My Lungs Blasted With Air Bursting
Woke Up In A Bed Revived Suprised, Clinically Dead A Minute
Shocked Back To Life, From The Inferno, Not A Doubt Was In It
Tears Flowed Free, I Dogded The Fiery Lake Thought Was Intended
For Me, A Second Chance, Spritual Scars And Behavior Demented
To A Higher Level, Live For The Most High And Savior, Reinvented
Locked For Life Physically, But Free In The Sprit Replenished
Once Dead In The World, Now Alive To Die Righteous It's Finished...
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Can this really be a true story? Some of my family says it is.?
I discovered something about my great great great great aunt who was alive back in the 1870s and I can't believe it is true! My brother has gotten into genealogy and discovered that she was a slave during this time. Now first of all, there is no African American in my blood, and second of all, slavery was abolished in the 1860s. I am not naive, I know slavery exists today, but I haven't gotten to the weird part yet...
...supposedly she was a sex slave to a saloon owner in an old western town, but she was not a whore. She was just HIS personal slave by night, but by DAY, he used her to attract customers to his saloon! This is the weird part.
He re-named his saloon, "The Bird in the Gilded Cage" Casino, and he actually kept her...no joke...in a giant round birdcage hanging over a bar...LITERALLY! My brother and cousin even took me to the old casino and showed me the birdcage. It was big enough to fit a person inside, but had all the features of a normal birdcage-a swing, a perch, even a wooden bird feeder mounted between the bars. The swing was even wide enough for my ancestor to sit on it.
Now of course, I know anything was possible back then but this is like something out of a movie. Supposedly, during the day, the saloon owner made her wear skimpy outfits and locked her in the birdcage to attract male customers to the saloon. At night, he let her sleep in bed with him, but she was in bondage. At any rate, I guess she literally LIVED in a birdcage for over seven years of her life before the saloon owner died and she was set free.
Could that really be real? I saw the cage, but I just can't believe it.
Wow, that's an interesting story. Yes, I believe it could of happened. Back in that time period women were used in various ways to bring men into the bars, just not in that manner lol. What I suggest you do is contact the local historical society for your area and see if you can find some more information on your Aunt and then verify your story. You could also check local libraries and even do a search for her and the Casino on Goolge.
Critques/Opinions on section of my story?
Any opinions on how to make this scene better?
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Shade smirked as he watched the people gather. It baffled him that so many showed up to watch others die.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as the minutes slowly passed by. His black button-up shirt began clinging to his well defined abdomen as the dampness soaked in. A gross sticky feeling.

The heat made him wish he had worn shorts, but instead his long legs were covered by black leather pants.

He tried creeping back into the shadows, but the density of the masses allowed little leeway for repositioning. Under his breath he cursed Erynthal for assigning him this job. Shade greatly preferred the assignments that took him up north. Somewhere like Canola, or even Fulindor would be better than here.

He also preferred assignments didn’t involve the Naamesai.

But here was where he was, waiting for the prisoners to be revealed. Waiting for the precise moment to initiate their escape.

He was not particularly interested in saving them all. His assignment was the ranger. If others escaped in the mayhem so be it. He would be paid only if the girl was rescued, unharmed. That was his priority.
Shade was thankful that the people, so focused on the street ahead, paid no attention to the stranger amongst them. He liked to stay hidden. It was in the job description.

No one must see you arrive. If they see you leave, well by then it’s too late for them to catch you.

Directly in Shade’s line of sight was the stage. Five ropes dangled, ready for their task. A bell rang, loudly announcing midday. The crowd gasped in unison as the double doors opened.

Single file the prisoners walked out, heads down, squinting from the sunlight.

The woman, Tuuli, appeared last and Shade knew immediately she was his target. Her Georgian green skin clearly distinguished her from the rest. Ash-blond hair, failed to hide her long pointed ears.

Patiently he waited for her to see him.

Tuuli scanned the crowd for the Traveler, ignoring the loud murmurs that followed her entrance. She knew he would be here. Erynthal would not leave her to make her own escape. She could so easily be free of her bonds, but that was not procedure.

Directly across from the gallows she saw him. A tall, dark haired man was looking straight at her. Fantastic, he sent an Allarani. As her eyes met his he nodded slightly.

He was a little further away from the stage than he would have liked, but Shade knew he could make the throw. The ranger stood in the middle waiting.

The silent motion of the executioner’s hand told the prisoners to move forward. Stepping onto the raised platform, Tuuli closed her eyes. As they placed a burlap bag over her head she numbed her mind, ready to dissipate. Then they tightened the noose.

A round man stepped forward to announce the charges against the five prisoners. “We gather here today to witness the execution of these outsiders. They have come into our town illegally, pillaging our traders and stealing from our fields. For these crimes, I, Daniel E. Cramer, Counselor of Trenna’Di, order their immediate execution.”

Shade rolled his eyes at the accusations. Nonsense. The only crime the people before him had ever committed was being outsiders. This town disgusted him. He couldn’t wait to return home.

“On my count release the floor,” the Counselor proclaimed.

As soon as she felt the rope slack, Tuuli threw the bag from her face. The crowd screamed when they saw a boomerang type object cut the Naamesai’s bondage. When she disappeared they scattered in fear.

Shade was pleased his throw cut the rope all the way through. If it had missed it would have been his hide. Within seconds of the strike Tuuli had disappeared. Seconds later she reappeared in front of him.

From the corner of his eye, Shade could see guards racing towards them. Looking to the girl he grabbed her by the arm and they both evaporated.

“Oh, kiss my giant, filthy ***!” Shade exclaimed taking in his surroundings. They definitely weren’t in Erynthal’s temple. He subconsciously reached to hold his left bicep with his right hand.

Tuuli looked around wide-eyed.

“Where the hell have you brought me?”

Shade stood in disbelief. He was wondering the same exact thing as his counterpart. “I don’t know,” he said, his deep voice projecting no vulnerability. No fear.

“What do you mean you don’t know! Figures an Allarani would screw up a rescue,” she spat.

Shade turned to the girl, his dark eyes turning blacker. “It’s Al-la-ray-knee, not Al-la-ray-nigh,” he corrected her harshly. His dislike for the Naamesai was steadily increasing.

“That doesn’t answer my question Allarani.” Tuuli glared at her companion, infuriated at the situation she found herself in. It wasn’t easy to screw up a simple transportation.

“I think one of the guards threw me off,” he answered in a calmer tone. Tuuli’s gaze fell to Shade’s injured
I like it. It seems like you've thought out your characters pretty well and this section was interesting to read. If I picked this book up at a book store I would keep reading and I usually don't read books of this genre.
My critiques would be:
1. Personally I think the book could stand without the implied cussing. To me the two places in which you've inserted cussing it sounds awkward and out of place. If you must have it in there though I would make up my own cuss words, maybe have different ones depending on where they live or their religion.
2. This sentence sounds awkward to me for some reason.
His black button-up shirt began clinging to his well defined abdomen as the dampness soaked in.
I would probably change it to something like this:
His black button-up shirt began clinging to his skin, outlining every curve of his well defined abdomen as the dampness soaked in.
Just a suggestion.

Other than that it was quite enjoyable to read. It kept me asking questions and wanting to read more.
Hope this helps
Oh and I love the little couple word thoughts. (ex. No fear.) I do this in my writing to.
Critique My Short Story, I Want To Know If I'm Rubbish?
Feel free to stop reading whenever you gain an opinion on my writing style. Apolagies for the length, I would appreciate all criticism, be harsh, be brutal. Enjoy:

Veronica took pills. Not in the traditional sense: the pills she takes are far from prescribed. I must admit though, life would be easier for everyone around her if she popped a valium every now and then. Alas, everyone needs their vices, everyone needs something to hold onto throughout the course of their existence.

She did them all: ecstasy, serotonin, dopamine, diazepam. Her biggest habit was cocaine, when she could afford it. Ephedrine-powered nasal congestants when she couldn’t.

I met Veronica at a house party in the ninth grade. She’s two years my senior, and breathes life into every room she enters. ’What’s your name?’ She asked, her voice was enough to razzle and dazzle me. ’Sam.’ I replied with the most nervous of tones in my arsenal. ’Wanna abuse a little substance, Sam?’
I lost my virginity to her an hour later. She, a thin peroxide blonde party girl and coffee franchise barista with a killer smile. And I, a skinny-leg jean wearing pothead whose balls had only just recently dropped.

That night I gained initiation into the strange and wonderful world of Veronica Malone, a crash course in electronic music, pharmaceuticals, and a lot of sex, with occasional light bondage.

I spent the next ten straight weekends with her. Over those ten weekends she bought me alcohol, weed, and a sixteenth of my current wardrobe. Far heavier an influence than was healthy for a boy my age.
Our relationship was something of a Freudian wet dream. Veronica was my mentor, mother, sister and best friend, all the while being my lover.
During the following Easter holidays, I brought her home for Easter-lunch. Her personality hastedly transformed once she stepped through my front door. From ***** and ***** to pleases and thank yous in the blink of an eye.

Whether by miracle or cosmic joke, Veronica and I survived a seemingly endless cycle of dustups and were still seeing each other the following Easter holidays.
Neither of us wanted to spend it with family. So instead we planned a trip to the coast. A long weekend of glorious sacrilege, were we decided to make a point of using the lord’s name in vain as often as we could. Preferably while doing a lot of ******* in her parents’ holiday home.

We packed her weathered Nissan Pulsar with instant noodles and backed out of her drive-way, Veronica nearly guiding the car into an approaching hoodlum. He sneered at me and handed her a small air tight bag of cocaine.

An hour later we pulled into a roadside rest-stop near Braidwood. She’d already taken off her pants and unzipped mine. She speedily turned off the ignition and climbed over the console, sprung my cock from my fly and pulled her panties aside far enough to take me in. She slid slowly down until our pelvises met. That was the end of the slow, from then on we were moving in Cocaine time. Using one hand to buffer her head against the Pulsar’s low ceiling, I reached down with the other to recline my chair. The seat flopped backwards with a bang, it’s momentum combined with the physics generated from our enthusiastic coupling started the car rolling backwards down a gentle slope. In all the excitement, neither of us thought to secure the hand brake.

Veronica’s eyes widened with emotion. Fear? Arousal? Both? I was experiencing mostly panic as my body slid backward with the car. Grabbing the driver’s seat, I pulled myself through an incline sit-up towards the hand brake, wrapped my fingers around the handle and pulled hard. We slid a few anxious metres before abruptly hitting a gum tree.
Veronica bowed her head, laughed and quickly rediscovered her earlier rhythm. We finished up and exited the vehicle to inspect the damage. Very minor, we got back in the car, Veronica did another line and we were on the road again.
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Thanks for reading, there's about 10,000 words more, this is just the beginning. And yeah, this story is semi-biographical. Believe it or not, just about all of this is true.
I got bored by the 2nd paragraph...sry, im rly tired

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