cole and nick
By: [JosephTheVampire]


Coles first day at university had so far not been going well. He had managed to get himself lost a few times, missed his first lecture and managed to piss off one of the professors. When lunchtime had finally arrived he was so fed up he simply walked out the dining hall Were everyone else was sitting enjoying their lunch with their friends and slumped himself in a rather comfy green leather chair which was conveniently situated in a empty hall way where Cole could sit in peace.
He had only been sitting there for a few minutes when a handsome looking boy came sauntering over to him, his strides were confident, as he walked he flicked his dark hair carelessly out his eyes with his hand. He stopped right in front of Cole. “Hey there, what’s up?” the boy asked Cole “oh, nothing” replied Cole timidly. “just having a bad first day that’s all” whispered Cole. “oh, im not sure everything about today will be bad” said the handsome boy as he bent over Cole, who was still sitting in the seat. “come with me” he beckoned, “oh and by the way, my name is nick”

Who is this Nick kid?
Where is he taking Cole?
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cole and nick

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a Midnight Dream
By: [bondagekitty]


its about an hour past midnight
the full moon is directly above
me in the sky i stare at its pulsing
brightness i can feel the pull of it
on my body as i lay in the wet grass
not far away from me lies my beautiful
Erica, impulsed with desire i slowly
make my way over to her,her eyes dark
as the night bottomless stare back into
my green eyes, she sits up as i come
closer to her, without a word spoken i
kiss her gently at first…

Where does this little poem taking us?
Who is I?
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a Midnight Dream

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First Date
By: [Tempted]

It was about 0300 and it was cold outside. I had closed up the door and turned on the miserable excuse for a space heater that was the only thing between me and hypothermia. It was that quiet time in the morning where it feels like youre completely isolated from the rest of the world. Everything holds its breath waiting for the sun.
I had just finished reading one of the letters in my magazine when I was startled out of my mind! Someone had snuck up on the guard booth and was rapping on the glass. I spun around, trying to hide the magazine behind my back and saw a very attractive blonde about 5'9 with sweet pouty lips had snuck up to my post and was rapping on my window. Considering I had been expecting to see some officer ready to chew me out I was at a loss for words as she stood there with a sexy smile on her sweet face. There I was, trying to hide a hard-on halfway to my knee and reading Penthouse! My face shot a deep red and I figured I was burned beyond the pale, I was sure she was some hot-shot at the base having a direct line to the general.
I reluctantly opened the door to talk to her, waiting to hear the screech of an enraged banshee. She surprised me by asking, "So... What issue do you have hidden behind your back?" She ducked her head and tried to hide a slight blush and the grin which spread across her face. She took a breath and hesitated, "Or was it me that made your cock so hard?"
The breath I had been holding wooshed out of me like I had been kicked in the gut. Here was a walking fantasy talking about my hard-on. The expected end of the world followed by the rush of raw lust made heat shiver down my back in a wave. I could feel a cold sweat break out all over my body and all my senses seemed heightened. I could clearly smell the heady aroma of her perfume mixed with corn-silk and watched her eyes as they tracked up my legs to my crotch to my chest and finally to my face. She gave me a little slightly insecure smile, "You too, hunh? Normally the chemistry isnt this strong."

What chemistry seems to be happening?
Could this be a little too risky?
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First Date

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The Price of Temptations: Bound
By: [kinky cyber goddess]

I don't know how long I was there. I slept most of the time, whenever I awoke I was consumed by anger at myself for my foolish actions, and despair at what felt like betrayal from Morgan. I would spend hours look at the room, memorizing it. I had nothing else to do, sleep and daydream, sleep and stare, sleep and sit. After the first time I woke crying I decided against any more tears. It made me even more thirsty afterwards. I was hungry, yes, painfully so, but I was so thirsty. My tongue felt swollen and my entire mouth dry.
Some times I would despise Morgan, first for his chaining me, but more for him leaving me unsatisfied. Even my growing thirst and odd dreams only made me resentful. No, I was angry for him leaving.
I was sleeping I think, or dozing when they came in. I woke to the feel of handcuffs around my wrists again and a blindfold. The collar was slipped off my neck and I was lead to a corner. The corner with the chair. The simple looking stool-like whicker chair. They sat me down on it and began tying me to it. Ropes around my ankles, binding them to the back legs of the chair, ropes around my calves, securing them as well. My handcuffs were undone and my wrists were tied to the back rest. My ribcage, neck, stomach, all was secured until I could barely move.
Someone stroked my hair, pausing before they began brushing it. The feel of such gentle treatment sent me into tears. I was tired, so tired. A wearied exhaustion that seemed like it would never end. And here was someone brushing my hair. The simple kindness of it was what set me off. But they continued brushing, and I continued crying. When they hand finished I felt the gentle tug as the ran their hands through my hair, petting me. Their hands lingered over the back of my neck, then began massaging me. Gentle, so horribly gentle at first. But it stopped me crying…

Who are these people?
What is happening to you?
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The Price of Temptations: Bound

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