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| We all harbor fantasy, deep down, hidden, buried deep. I am certainly no exception, what I desire was locked away long ago, hidden below a civilized exterior. Only the right woman behind closed doors can bring my fantasy to the surface. And what is that, well, to be hunted, to be lured, to fall prey, to be captured by a seemingly innocent woman. It happened to me once, a long time ago. A co-worker, seemingly innocent, followed me like a puppy, she was always where I was. It was cute, till, I acted on my male impulse. Just a day later, you know, having the guilty conversation, she informed me "She owned me now." I thought it was a joke. When she showed up knocking on my door one day to tell my girlfriend that I was between her lets, licking her cunt, tasting her as she gushed orgasmicly in my face, well, I was furious, mad, another mistake. Never, ever, go to a woman's home mad, especially one you fucked. She immediately threatened to call the police, to claim rape, to cry. I did as she asked, there was no choice. And what that sick sadistic bitch did, addicted me for life. Oh, I escaped here, thank god for layoffs. Distance, it freed me. Still, I cannot get her out of my thoughts, so many years later.
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