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Behind a shy smile beats a heart of darkness.

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The window is open a crack and as the moon slips behind the clouds, we make our move. Quick and stealthy like all predators, we slip the window open silently. Our night vision is keen and we can see the silhouette of her body draped in a thin satin sheet. The spaghetti straps of her filmy nightshirt has slipped over her shoulder exposing the rise of her breasts and one ripe pink nipple.

Her even breathing is undisturbed by our silent presence. We are careful not to stare at her face lest we disturb that 6th sense and alert her to the intrusion before we are ready to act. We enjoy the moment savoring that sense of anticipation.

The moon emerges illuminating the room in a ghostly light. her skin is pale and as smooth as porcelain. We begin to close in, quiet as wraiths, our shadows looming ominously over her sleeping form. You lean forward placing one hand squarely in the center of her chest while the other clamps over her mouth. The weight of your body holds her securely as her eyes fly open tearing her from a sweet slumber to a waking nightmare!

Her legs begin to kick and thrash impatiently at the air. You feel her writhing beneath your hands, your fingers brushing up against the unwilling pucker of her nipples. I lean forward and whisper the lie she wants to believe,"Cooperate and we won't hurt you." Our faces are flush now with anticipation. The fear beaming from her tearful eyes cause our pulses to race and our hearts to skip a beat.

She struggles to comply, trying to still the spastic twitches of fear vibrating her muscles. I grab her legs roughly and begin to pull her to the floor. There's a satisfying thump as her shoulders hit the mattress and her head cracks solidly against the hardwood. You place your fingers deftly against your lips and quickly whisper shhh... as you slide your other hand from her mouth. She is visibly trembling, shaking almost convulsively. She tries to still her muscles and stifle her scream.

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Where does it go from here? How far will we take it? I'll never say "STOP"! I'll never say "Enough"! Will you? Do you have limits? I DON'T!!!

I am the woman who understands your depraved indifference to social conformity. I share your desire to exercise complete control, to extinguish the will to fight. I too am motivated by the absence of malice and the presence of the quest for ultimate power.

The feel of a pair of legs thrashing between my thighs strokes my clit as readily as they would your balls. The feel of those delicate biceps pressed beneath my knees make my nipples as hard as your cock.

A man's best friend... A woman's worst nightmare!

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You see my lust, like yours, is fed by the aphrodisiac of fear. The whimpering makes me wet. The feel of her screaming into my cunt as I smother the sounds with my pussy, ignites a fire of lust in my belly. To pull and pinch her nipples to unwilling hardness makes my own nipples pucker and my clit throb with excitement.

I know your balls twitch at the thought of forcing her husband to watch as she begs for mercy. You thrive on the ability to command complete obedience and then meet out punishment just for the fun of it. I understand the perverse ironies of your desires. How a woman thrusts her pert nipples up to you as she tries to struggle. How she bucks her hips & chafes her legs together as she squirms, squeezing her lips around her clit, moistening the passage you will soon plunder.

I understand because I am not like most women. I am not motivated by the warm heart of love but by the cold hand of lust. I am not a victim. I am not a submissive. I am a co-conspirator, a partner and companion in the act of possession and the consecration of control. I too experience the orgasmic delights of abandoning reason and succumbing to the cold, inhuman logic of instinctual animal lust. I thrill at watching the eyes, the mirror to the soul. The chill of watching as terror, horror and shame chase across her face as you pierce her with your prick.

Where does this lead? Where does it end? Does it end or is it the start of a dark and dangerous adventure. There are lots of ideas we can use to inspire us. Each time is different. Each time is darker then the last.

Imagine for the moment...

• The Hitchhiker...
  What would she have to fear with me in the car.
• The Graveyard Shift...
  But is she really alone on the night shift?
• The Menagerie...
  Everyone has to collect something!
• The Post Woman Always Screams Twice...
  When opportunity knocks, it's too much to resist.
• Night Stalker& Street Walker...
  We're a couple who loves to play but never to pay.
• Spring Break Smorgasbord...
  Sooo many choices... Sooo little time.
• Honeymoon Of Horrors...
  They say I do... Then scream I won't!
• Prom Queen, Scream Queen...
  When she's too popular for her own good!

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I know you have a wicked desire to cum. I know you need to indulge that corrupt imagination. I know you need to share that twisted desire. I know you need to call Sinister Sammi and make both of our oh so bad dreams come true. For true perversion, true cold hearted lust and true evil, call me at 1-866-277-1045.

Honi Soit Qui Mal Y Pense! “Shame To Him Who Thinks Evil Of It”