story Meeting Jenny by Toran Part One – The Trip Over I was wired. The plane was cruising along, the subtle weave and bob of flight having almost a calming effect. I was everything but calm. The stewardess breezed past me and I distractedly wondered what her tight little ass would look like with angry red welts criss-crossing it. I shook my head and went back to gazing out the window at the roof of clouds. ...
(story continues from Meeting Jenny) story Meeting Jenny by Toran Part Four – Pleasure Before Business Gentle nudging, followed by soft moaning in my ear was how I woke to my last day in Merry London town. The dream I’d just left had my black haired and bit-gagged Jenny chained to a stone pillar in the middle of a pyramid’s tomb, naked except for the jeweled nipple clamps swinging from each breast and the thin spiked collar around her neck. Black asps were everywhere and she frantically tried to kick them away from her toes and feet but the chains on her ankles were too short. I sat a distance back, wondering just how long I could hold out with her helpless the way she was before I would have to get to it and fuck her brains out. ...