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DOCTOR VS NURSE VS PATIENTS (18+) PART 1 .
She unzipped her uniform, and it slipped off her shoulders. I was mesmerized by the sight of her succulent bôobs, standing up with the pointed Tips. She walked towards my bed and I didn’t hesitate to sU-Ck those big black tips, while playing with them with my tongue. Meanwhile I was busy grabbing her big arse, massaging it, and I knew she was enjoying it….. I however slipped two fingers into her wet pucci, playing with her cl!t, and she was seriously m0an!ng like a dog on heat (hey, she was a b?tch). She was seriously giving off ringtones and didn’t hesitate to zip down my jeans and grab my rock-hard anaconda…. And she bent down and slipped it into her mouth, and she sU-Cked it and Licked it, and it made my brain spin…. I couldn’t take it any longer, I slammed her onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and logged in the USB into the hub, pounding it like iyan….. “Oh, doctor, oh please don’t stop, yeah baby, oh yeah babeeeyyy” And suddenly….. “Doctor lagusta, wake up ooo, your patient is convulsing again ooo” Oh good lord, so it was all a dream….. I quickly checked to see if I wasn’t wet….. I got up, washed my face, made sure my erect prick was flaccid again, and I stepped out of the call room…. “Yes matron, what is it again” “Mrs bebeto is convulsing again ooo” “Okay okay, I have heard”…. I had to start another regimen of magnesium sulphate for this 7month pregnant patient with ecclampsia….. We wanted to try and stabilize her until the baby is at least eight months, before we bring it out ourselves…. I checked the time, it was 2am…. I just had to stay with her till morning. Being a house officer isn’t easy, as a junior doctor, you are the first on call, you do all the work, and you leave the hospital dejected, sunken and scawny, with no babes to fvck…. The next morning, with little sleep, I had to attend the morning review…. My registrar was a very lazy, and very dull doctor, in fact I didn’t know how he passed through medical school…. He was just giving me tough assignments to do; chasing blood samples, checking vital signs, urinary output, all that crap…. And those big-assed nurses didn’t help matters too….. Until I had to go to the post-natal ward…. And while I was checking the blood pressure of a patient….. “Hello, I want to use the sphygmomanometer” I looked up and saw a dark-skinned nurse, not too fine joor…. “As you can see, I’m using it, so u have to wait” “Please be fast, I want to use it” she scoffed rudely…. I was like “what’s wrong with this ugly brat” I used style to sample her; her bôobs were just average, but as she turned to walk back to the nurses station, her yansh was the ish… It was bouncing and jiggling under her nearly transparent White uniform, and yeah she wasn’t wearing p@nties…. I knew this was an advertisement, but I ain’t got time for all of that, at least for now…. So i handed it over to her, she took it without looking at me, and I left . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/06/06/doctor-vs-nurse-vs-patients-18-part-1/

DOCTOR VS NURSE VS PATIENTS (18+) PART 1 .
She unzipped her uniform, and it slipped off her shoulders. I was mesmerized by the sight of her succulent bôobs, standing up with the pointed Tips. She walked towards my bed and I didn’t hesitate to sU-Ck those big black tips, while playing with them with my tongue. Meanwhile I was busy grabbing her big arse, massaging it, and I knew she was enjoying it….. I however slipped two fingers into her wet pucci, playing with her cl!t, and she was seriously m0an!ng like a dog on heat (hey, she was a b?tch). She was seriously giving off ringtones and didn’t hesitate to zip down my jeans and grab my rock-hard anaconda…. And she bent down and slipped it into her mouth, and she sU-Cked it and Licked it, and it made my brain spin…. I couldn’t take it any longer, I slammed her onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and logged in the USB into the hub, pounding it like iyan….. “Oh, doctor, oh please don’t stop, yeah baby, oh yeah babeeeyyy” And suddenly….. “Doctor lagusta, wake up ooo, your patient is convulsing again ooo” Oh good lord, so it was all a dream….. I quickly checked to see if I wasn’t wet….. I got up, washed my face, made sure my erect prick was flaccid again, and I stepped out of the call room…. “Yes matron, what is it again” “Mrs bebeto is convulsing again ooo” “Okay okay, I have heard”…. I had to start another regimen of magnesium sulphate for this 7month pregnant patient with ecclampsia….. We wanted to try and stabilize her until the baby is at least eight months, before we bring it out ourselves…. I checked the time, it was 2am…. I just had to stay with her till morning. Being a house officer isn’t easy, as a junior doctor, you are the first on call, you do all the work, and you leave the hospital dejected, sunken and scawny, with no babes to fvck…. The next morning, with little sleep, I had to attend the morning review…. My registrar was a very lazy, and very dull doctor, in fact I didn’t know how he passed through medical school…. He was just giving me tough assignments to do; chasing blood samples, checking vital signs, urinary output, all that crap…. And those big-assed nurses didn’t help matters too….. Until I had to go to the post-natal ward…. And while I was checking the blood pressure of a patient….. “Hello, I want to use the sphygmomanometer” I looked up and saw a dark-skinned nurse, not too fine joor…. “As you can see, I’m using it, so u have to wait” “Please be fast, I want to use it” she scoffed rudely…. I was like “what’s wrong with this ugly brat” I used style to sample her; her bôobs were just average, but as she turned to walk back to the nurses station, her yansh was the ish… It was bouncing and jiggling under her nearly transparent White uniform, and yeah she wasn’t wearing p@nties…. I knew this was an advertisement, but I ain’t got time for all of that, at least for now…. So i handed it over to her, she took it without looking at me, and I left . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/06/06/doctor-vs-nurse-vs-patients-18-part-1/

DOCTOR VS NURSE VS PATIENTS (18+) PART 1 .
She unzipped her uniform, and it slipped off her shoulders. I was mesmerized by the sight of her succulent bôobs, standing up with the pointed Tips. She walked towards my bed and I didn’t hesitate to sU-Ck those big black tips, while playing with them with my tongue. Meanwhile I was busy grabbing her big arse, massaging it, and I knew she was enjoying it….. I however slipped two fingers into her wet pucci, playing with her cl!t, and she was seriously m0an!ng like a dog on heat (hey, she was a b?tch). She was seriously giving off ringtones and didn’t hesitate to zip down my jeans and grab my rock-hard anaconda…. And she bent down and slipped it into her mouth, and she sU-Cked it and Licked it, and it made my brain spin…. I couldn’t take it any longer, I slammed her onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and logged in the USB into the hub, pounding it like iyan….. “Oh, doctor, oh please don’t stop, yeah baby, oh yeah babeeeyyy” And suddenly….. “Doctor lagusta, wake up ooo, your patient is convulsing again ooo” Oh good lord, so it was all a dream….. I quickly checked to see if I wasn’t wet….. I got up, washed my face, made sure my erect prick was flaccid again, and I stepped out of the call room…. “Yes matron, what is it again” “Mrs bebeto is convulsing again ooo” “Okay okay, I have heard”…. I had to start another regimen of magnesium sulphate for this 7month pregnant patient with ecclampsia….. We wanted to try and stabilize her until the baby is at least eight months, before we bring it out ourselves…. I checked the time, it was 2am…. I just had to stay with her till morning. Being a house officer isn’t easy, as a junior doctor, you are the first on call, you do all the work, and you leave the hospital dejected, sunken and scawny, with no babes to fvck…. The next morning, with little sleep, I had to attend the morning review…. My registrar was a very lazy, and very dull doctor, in fact I didn’t know how he passed through medical school…. He was just giving me tough assignments to do; chasing blood samples, checking vital signs, urinary output, all that crap…. And those big-assed nurses didn’t help matters too….. Until I had to go to the post-natal ward…. And while I was checking the blood pressure of a patient….. “Hello, I want to use the sphygmomanometer” I looked up and saw a dark-skinned nurse, not too fine joor…. “As you can see, I’m using it, so u have to wait” “Please be fast, I want to use it” she scoffed rudely…. I was like “what’s wrong with this ugly brat” I used style to sample her; her bôobs were just average, but as she turned to walk back to the nurses station, her yansh was the ish… It was bouncing and jiggling under her nearly transparent White uniform, and yeah she wasn’t wearing p@nties…. I knew this was an advertisement, but I ain’t got time for all of that, at least for now…. So i handed it over to her, she took it without looking at me, and I left . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/06/06/doctor-vs-nurse-vs-patients-18-part-1/

DOCTOR VS NURSE VS PATIENTS (18+) PART 1 .
She unzipped her uniform, and it slipped off her shoulders. I was mesmerized by the sight of her succulent bôobs, standing up with the pointed Tips. She walked towards my bed and I didn’t hesitate to sU-Ck those big black tips, while playing with them with my tongue. Meanwhile I was busy grabbing her big arse, massaging it, and I knew she was enjoying it….. I however slipped two fingers into her wet pucci, playing with her cl!t, and she was seriously m0an!ng like a dog on heat (hey, she was a b?tch). She was seriously giving off ringtones and didn’t hesitate to zip down my jeans and grab my rock-hard anaconda…. And she bent down and slipped it into her mouth, and she sU-Cked it and Licked it, and it made my brain spin…. I couldn’t take it any longer, I slammed her onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and logged in the USB into the hub, pounding it like iyan….. “Oh, doctor, oh please don’t stop, yeah baby, oh yeah babeeeyyy” And suddenly….. “Doctor lagusta, wake up ooo, your patient is convulsing again ooo” Oh good lord, so it was all a dream….. I quickly checked to see if I wasn’t wet….. I got up, washed my face, made sure my erect prick was flaccid again, and I stepped out of the call room…. “Yes matron, what is it again” “Mrs bebeto is convulsing again ooo” “Okay okay, I have heard”…. I had to start another regimen of magnesium sulphate for this 7month pregnant patient with ecclampsia….. We wanted to try and stabilize her until the baby is at least eight months, before we bring it out ourselves…. I checked the time, it was 2am…. I just had to stay with her till morning. Being a house officer isn’t easy, as a junior doctor, you are the first on call, you do all the work, and you leave the hospital dejected, sunken and scawny, with no babes to fvck…. The next morning, with little sleep, I had to attend the morning review…. My registrar was a very lazy, and very dull doctor, in fact I didn’t know how he passed through medical school…. He was just giving me tough assignments to do; chasing blood samples, checking vital signs, urinary output, all that crap…. And those big-assed nurses didn’t help matters too….. Until I had to go to the post-natal ward…. And while I was checking the blood pressure of a patient….. “Hello, I want to use the sphygmomanometer” I looked up and saw a dark-skinned nurse, not too fine joor…. “As you can see, I’m using it, so u have to wait” “Please be fast, I want to use it” she scoffed rudely…. I was like “what’s wrong with this ugly brat” I used style to sample her; her bôobs were just average, but as she turned to walk back to the nurses station, her yansh was the ish… It was bouncing and jiggling under her nearly transparent White uniform, and yeah she wasn’t wearing p@nties…. I knew this was an advertisement, but I ain’t got time for all of that, at least for now…. So i handed it over to her, she took it without looking at me, and I left . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/06/06/doctor-vs-nurse-vs-patients-18-part-1/

DOCTOR VS NURSE VS PATIENTS (18+) PART 1 .
She unzipped her uniform, and it slipped off her shoulders. I was mesmerized by the sight of her succulent bôobs, standing up with the pointed Tips. She walked towards my bed and I didn’t hesitate to sU-Ck those big black tips, while playing with them with my tongue. Meanwhile I was busy grabbing her big arse, massaging it, and I knew she was enjoying it….. I however slipped two fingers into her wet pucci, playing with her cl!t, and she was seriously m0an!ng like a dog on heat (hey, she was a b?tch). She was seriously giving off ringtones and didn’t hesitate to zip down my jeans and grab my rock-hard anaconda…. And she bent down and slipped it into her mouth, and she sU-Cked it and Licked it, and it made my brain spin…. I couldn’t take it any longer, I slammed her onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and logged in the USB into the hub, pounding it like iyan….. “Oh, doctor, oh please don’t stop, yeah baby, oh yeah babeeeyyy” And suddenly….. “Doctor lagusta, wake up ooo, your patient is convulsing again ooo” Oh good lord, so it was all a dream….. I quickly checked to see if I wasn’t wet….. I got up, washed my face, made sure my erect prick was flaccid again, and I stepped out of the call room…. “Yes matron, what is it again” “Mrs bebeto is convulsing again ooo” “Okay okay, I have heard”…. I had to start another regimen of magnesium sulphate for this 7month pregnant patient with ecclampsia….. We wanted to try and stabilize her until the baby is at least eight months, before we bring it out ourselves…. I checked the time, it was 2am…. I just had to stay with her till morning. Being a house officer isn’t easy, as a junior doctor, you are the first on call, you do all the work, and you leave the hospital dejected, sunken and scawny, with no babes to fvck…. The next morning, with little sleep, I had to attend the morning review…. My registrar was a very lazy, and very dull doctor, in fact I didn’t know how he passed through medical school…. He was just giving me tough assignments to do; chasing blood samples, checking vital signs, urinary output, all that crap…. And those big-assed nurses didn’t help matters too….. Until I had to go to the post-natal ward…. And while I was checking the blood pressure of a patient….. “Hello, I want to use the sphygmomanometer” I looked up and saw a dark-skinned nurse, not too fine joor…. “As you can see, I’m using it, so u have to wait” “Please be fast, I want to use it” she scoffed rudely…. I was like “what’s wrong with this ugly brat” I used style to sample her; her bôobs were just average, but as she turned to walk back to the nurses station, her yansh was the ish… It was bouncing and jiggling under her nearly transparent White uniform, and yeah she wasn’t wearing p@nties…. I knew this was an advertisement, but I ain’t got time for all of that, at least for now…. So i handed it over to her, she took it without looking at me, and I left . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/06/06/doctor-vs-nurse-vs-patients-18-part-1/

DOCTOR VS NURSE VS PATIENTS (18+) PART 1 .
She unzipped her uniform, and it slipped off her shoulders. I was mesmerized by the sight of her succulent bôobs, standing up with the pointed Tips. She walked towards my bed and I didn’t hesitate to sU-Ck those big black tips, while playing with them with my tongue. Meanwhile I was busy grabbing her big arse, massaging it, and I knew she was enjoying it….. I however slipped two fingers into her wet pucci, playing with her cl!t, and she was seriously m0an!ng like a dog on heat (hey, she was a b?tch). She was seriously giving off ringtones and didn’t hesitate to zip down my jeans and grab my rock-hard anaconda…. And she bent down and slipped it into her mouth, and she sU-Cked it and Licked it, and it made my brain spin…. I couldn’t take it any longer, I slammed her onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and logged in the USB into the hub, pounding it like iyan….. “Oh, doctor, oh please don’t stop, yeah baby, oh yeah babeeeyyy” And suddenly….. “Doctor lagusta, wake up ooo, your patient is convulsing again ooo” Oh good lord, so it was all a dream….. I quickly checked to see if I wasn’t wet….. I got up, washed my face, made sure my erect prick was flaccid again, and I stepped out of the call room…. “Yes matron, what is it again” “Mrs bebeto is convulsing again ooo” “Okay okay, I have heard”…. I had to start another regimen of magnesium sulphate for this 7month pregnant patient with ecclampsia….. We wanted to try and stabilize her until the baby is at least eight months, before we bring it out ourselves…. I checked the time, it was 2am…. I just had to stay with her till morning. Being a house officer isn’t easy, as a junior doctor, you are the first on call, you do all the work, and you leave the hospital dejected, sunken and scawny, with no babes to fvck…. The next morning, with little sleep, I had to attend the morning review…. My registrar was a very lazy, and very dull doctor, in fact I didn’t know how he passed through medical school…. He was just giving me tough assignments to do; chasing blood samples, checking vital signs, urinary output, all that crap…. And those big-assed nurses didn’t help matters too….. Until I had to go to the post-natal ward…. And while I was checking the blood pressure of a patient….. “Hello, I want to use the sphygmomanometer” I looked up and saw a dark-skinned nurse, not too fine joor…. “As you can see, I’m using it, so u have to wait” “Please be fast, I want to use it” she scoffed rudely…. I was like “what’s wrong with this ugly brat” I used style to sample her; her bôobs were just average, but as she turned to walk back to the nurses station, her yansh was the ish… It was bouncing and jiggling under her nearly transparent White uniform, and yeah she wasn’t wearing p@nties…. I knew this was an advertisement, but I ain’t got time for all of that, at least for now…. So i handed it over to her, she took it without looking at me, and I left . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/06/06/doctor-vs-nurse-vs-patients-18-part-1/

DOCTOR VS NURSE VS PATIENTS (18+) PART 1 .
She unzipped her uniform, and it slipped off her shoulders. I was mesmerized by the sight of her succulent bôobs, standing up with the pointed Tips. She walked towards my bed and I didn’t hesitate to sU-Ck those big black tips, while playing with them with my tongue. Meanwhile I was busy grabbing her big arse, massaging it, and I knew she was enjoying it….. I however slipped two fingers into her wet pucci, playing with her cl!t, and she was seriously m0an!ng like a dog on heat (hey, she was a b?tch). She was seriously giving off ringtones and didn’t hesitate to zip down my jeans and grab my rock-hard anaconda…. And she bent down and slipped it into her mouth, and she sU-Cked it and Licked it, and it made my brain spin…. I couldn’t take it any longer, I slammed her onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and logged in the USB into the hub, pounding it like iyan….. “Oh, doctor, oh please don’t stop, yeah baby, oh yeah babeeeyyy” And suddenly….. “Doctor lagusta, wake up ooo, your patient is convulsing again ooo” Oh good lord, so it was all a dream….. I quickly checked to see if I wasn’t wet….. I got up, washed my face, made sure my erect prick was flaccid again, and I stepped out of the call room…. “Yes matron, what is it again” “Mrs bebeto is convulsing again ooo” “Okay okay, I have heard”…. I had to start another regimen of magnesium sulphate for this 7month pregnant patient with ecclampsia….. We wanted to try and stabilize her until the baby is at least eight months, before we bring it out ourselves…. I checked the time, it was 2am…. I just had to stay with her till morning. Being a house officer isn’t easy, as a junior doctor, you are the first on call, you do all the work, and you leave the hospital dejected, sunken and scawny, with no babes to fvck…. The next morning, with little sleep, I had to attend the morning review…. My registrar was a very lazy, and very dull doctor, in fact I didn’t know how he passed through medical school…. He was just giving me tough assignments to do; chasing blood samples, checking vital signs, urinary output, all that crap…. And those big-assed nurses didn’t help matters too….. Until I had to go to the post-natal ward…. And while I was checking the blood pressure of a patient….. “Hello, I want to use the sphygmomanometer” I looked up and saw a dark-skinned nurse, not too fine joor…. “As you can see, I’m using it, so u have to wait” “Please be fast, I want to use it” she scoffed rudely…. I was like “what’s wrong with this ugly brat” I used style to sample her; her bôobs were just average, but as she turned to walk back to the nurses station, her yansh was the ish… It was bouncing and jiggling under her nearly transparent White uniform, and yeah she wasn’t wearing p@nties…. I knew this was an advertisement, but I ain’t got time for all of that, at least for now…. So i handed it over to her, she took it without looking at me, and I left . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/06/06/doctor-vs-nurse-vs-patients-18-part-1/

DOCTOR VS NURSE VS PATIENTS (18+) PART 1 .
She unzipped her uniform, and it slipped off her shoulders. I was mesmerized by the sight of her succulent bôobs, standing up with the pointed Tips. She walked towards my bed and I didn’t hesitate to sU-Ck those big black tips, while playing with them with my tongue. Meanwhile I was busy grabbing her big arse, massaging it, and I knew she was enjoying it….. I however slipped two fingers into her wet pucci, playing with her cl!t, and she was seriously m0an!ng like a dog on heat (hey, she was a b?tch). She was seriously giving off ringtones and didn’t hesitate to zip down my jeans and grab my rock-hard anaconda…. And she bent down and slipped it into her mouth, and she sU-Cked it and Licked it, and it made my brain spin…. I couldn’t take it any longer, I slammed her onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and logged in the USB into the hub, pounding it like iyan….. “Oh, doctor, oh please don’t stop, yeah baby, oh yeah babeeeyyy” And suddenly….. “Doctor lagusta, wake up ooo, your patient is convulsing again ooo” Oh good lord, so it was all a dream….. I quickly checked to see if I wasn’t wet….. I got up, washed my face, made sure my erect prick was flaccid again, and I stepped out of the call room…. “Yes matron, what is it again” “Mrs bebeto is convulsing again ooo” “Okay okay, I have heard”…. I had to start another regimen of magnesium sulphate for this 7month pregnant patient with ecclampsia….. We wanted to try and stabilize her until the baby is at least eight months, before we bring it out ourselves…. I checked the time, it was 2am…. I just had to stay with her till morning. Being a house officer isn’t easy, as a junior doctor, you are the first on call, you do all the work, and you leave the hospital dejected, sunken and scawny, with no babes to fvck…. The next morning, with little sleep, I had to attend the morning review…. My registrar was a very lazy, and very dull doctor, in fact I didn’t know how he passed through medical school…. He was just giving me tough assignments to do; chasing blood samples, checking vital signs, urinary output, all that crap…. And those big-assed nurses didn’t help matters too….. Until I had to go to the post-natal ward…. And while I was checking the blood pressure of a patient….. “Hello, I want to use the sphygmomanometer” I looked up and saw a dark-skinned nurse, not too fine joor…. “As you can see, I’m using it, so u have to wait” “Please be fast, I want to use it” she scoffed rudely…. I was like “what’s wrong with this ugly brat” I used style to sample her; her bôobs were just average, but as she turned to walk back to the nurses station, her yansh was the ish… It was bouncing and jiggling under her nearly transparent White uniform, and yeah she wasn’t wearing p@nties…. I knew this was an advertisement, but I ain’t got time for all of that, at least for now…. So i handed it over to her, she took it without looking at me, and I left . click on the link below to continue reading http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/06/06/doctor-vs-nurse-vs-patients-18-part-1/

COLE AND THE DEMON PART 1 .

Author’s Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This e—-c horror story is entirely my own fault — do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn’t have done it without you This is NOT a short read. Your constructive comments are always welcome. “You want to order a drink, or are you going to just sit there all night?” The female bartender’s abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance. “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll have a Coke, please.” The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. “You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night.” Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn’t the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30’s, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five- o’clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor? “I have to be at work in a few hours. Can’t go in hammered, can I?” The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke. Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department’s Bureau of Detectives, he was investigating a recent series of disappearances of young women in their late teens and early twenties, all of whom were described as very attractive. Their disappearances were believed to be linked to a long running s-x trade organization with hubs in major cities around the country. He traced the missing women’s last known locations to a night club near Chicago’s industrial district. The owner of the club, Travis Dunham, was a well known wealthy entrepreneur with a reputation for dirty business. Unfortunately for Cole, as well as the rest of the CPD, his wealth provided him with a wall of lawyers so thick no detective or prosecutor would dare attempt to break through without ironclad evidence. Cole knew if he were to make something stick, he’d have to catch him in the act. The bartender returned with Cole’s ice cold drink and left to tend to others at the bar. He took a sip as he focused on the dance floor filled with people laughing, dancing, and having a great night. All of which Cole hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Above the dance floor was a balcony reserved for VIPs. Among them, leaning over the rail, was none other than the owner Travis, scrutinizing the dance floor in an all-too-similar fashion to Cole. Cole was certain they were both searching for the same target, albeit for very different reasons. There were plenty of women on the dance floor, though most of them didn’t stand out as supermodel material like the vanished women. All seemed to be accompanied by someone, usually a man, probably their significant other or soon-to-be one night stand. Then Cole saw her. .
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COLE AND THE DEMON PART 1 .

Author’s Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This e—-c horror story is entirely my own fault — do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn’t have done it without you This is NOT a short read. Your constructive comments are always welcome. “You want to order a drink, or are you going to just sit there all night?” The female bartender’s abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance. “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll have a Coke, please.” The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. “You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night.” Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn’t the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30’s, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five- o’clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor? “I have to be at work in a few hours. Can’t go in hammered, can I?” The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke. Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department’s Bureau of Detectives, he was investigating a recent series of disappearances of young women in their late teens and early twenties, all of whom were described as very attractive. Their disappearances were believed to be linked to a long running s-x trade organization with hubs in major cities around the country. He traced the missing women’s last known locations to a night club near Chicago’s industrial district. The owner of the club, Travis Dunham, was a well known wealthy entrepreneur with a reputation for dirty business. Unfortunately for Cole, as well as the rest of the CPD, his wealth provided him with a wall of lawyers so thick no detective or prosecutor would dare attempt to break through without ironclad evidence. Cole knew if he were to make something stick, he’d have to catch him in the act. The bartender returned with Cole’s ice cold drink and left to tend to others at the bar. He took a sip as he focused on the dance floor filled with people laughing, dancing, and having a great night. All of which Cole hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Above the dance floor was a balcony reserved for VIPs. Among them, leaning over the rail, was none other than the owner Travis, scrutinizing the dance floor in an all-too-similar fashion to Cole. Cole was certain they were both searching for the same target, albeit for very different reasons. There were plenty of women on the dance floor, though most of them didn’t stand out as supermodel material like the vanished women. All seemed to be accompanied by someone, usually a man, probably their significant other or soon-to-be one night stand. Then Cole saw her. .
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COLE AND THE DEMON PART 1 .

Author’s Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This e—-c horror story is entirely my own fault — do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn’t have done it without you This is NOT a short read. Your constructive comments are always welcome. “You want to order a drink, or are you going to just sit there all night?” The female bartender’s abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance. “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll have a Coke, please.” The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. “You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night.” Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn’t the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30’s, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five- o’clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor? “I have to be at work in a few hours. Can’t go in hammered, can I?” The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke. Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department’s Bureau of Detectives, he was investigating a recent series of disappearances of young women in their late teens and early twenties, all of whom were described as very attractive. Their disappearances were believed to be linked to a long running s-x trade organization with hubs in major cities around the country. He traced the missing women’s last known locations to a night club near Chicago’s industrial district. The owner of the club, Travis Dunham, was a well known wealthy entrepreneur with a reputation for dirty business. Unfortunately for Cole, as well as the rest of the CPD, his wealth provided him with a wall of lawyers so thick no detective or prosecutor would dare attempt to break through without ironclad evidence. Cole knew if he were to make something stick, he’d have to catch him in the act. The bartender returned with Cole’s ice cold drink and left to tend to others at the bar. He took a sip as he focused on the dance floor filled with people laughing, dancing, and having a great night. All of which Cole hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Above the dance floor was a balcony reserved for VIPs. Among them, leaning over the rail, was none other than the owner Travis, scrutinizing the dance floor in an all-too-similar fashion to Cole. Cole was certain they were both searching for the same target, albeit for very different reasons. There were plenty of women on the dance floor, though most of them didn’t stand out as supermodel material like the vanished women. All seemed to be accompanied by someone, usually a man, probably their significant other or soon-to-be one night stand. Then Cole saw her. .
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COLE AND THE DEMON PART 1 .

Author’s Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This e—-c horror story is entirely my own fault — do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn’t have done it without you This is NOT a short read. Your constructive comments are always welcome. “You want to order a drink, or are you going to just sit there all night?” The female bartender’s abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance. “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll have a Coke, please.” The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. “You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night.” Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn’t the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30’s, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five- o’clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor? “I have to be at work in a few hours. Can’t go in hammered, can I?” The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke. Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department’s Bureau of Detectives, he was investigating a recent series of disappearances of young women in their late teens and early twenties, all of whom were described as very attractive. Their disappearances were believed to be linked to a long running s-x trade organization with hubs in major cities around the country. He traced the missing women’s last known locations to a night club near Chicago’s industrial district. The owner of the club, Travis Dunham, was a well known wealthy entrepreneur with a reputation for dirty business. Unfortunately for Cole, as well as the rest of the CPD, his wealth provided him with a wall of lawyers so thick no detective or prosecutor would dare attempt to break through without ironclad evidence. Cole knew if he were to make something stick, he’d have to catch him in the act. The bartender returned with Cole’s ice cold drink and left to tend to others at the bar. He took a sip as he focused on the dance floor filled with people laughing, dancing, and having a great night. All of which Cole hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Above the dance floor was a balcony reserved for VIPs. Among them, leaning over the rail, was none other than the owner Travis, scrutinizing the dance floor in an all-too-similar fashion to Cole. Cole was certain they were both searching for the same target, albeit for very different reasons. There were plenty of women on the dance floor, though most of them didn’t stand out as supermodel material like the vanished women. All seemed to be accompanied by someone, usually a man, probably their significant other or soon-to-be one night stand. Then Cole saw her. .
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COLE AND THE DEMON PART 1 .

Author’s Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This e—-c horror story is entirely my own fault — do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn’t have done it without you This is NOT a short read. Your constructive comments are always welcome. “You want to order a drink, or are you going to just sit there all night?” The female bartender’s abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance. “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll have a Coke, please.” The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. “You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night.” Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn’t the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30’s, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five- o’clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor? “I have to be at work in a few hours. Can’t go in hammered, can I?” The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke. Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department’s Bureau of Detectives, he was investigating a recent series of disappearances of young women in their late teens and early twenties, all of whom were described as very attractive. Their disappearances were believed to be linked to a long running s-x trade organization with hubs in major cities around the country. He traced the missing women’s last known locations to a night club near Chicago’s industrial district. The owner of the club, Travis Dunham, was a well known wealthy entrepreneur with a reputation for dirty business. Unfortunately for Cole, as well as the rest of the CPD, his wealth provided him with a wall of lawyers so thick no detective or prosecutor would dare attempt to break through without ironclad evidence. Cole knew if he were to make something stick, he’d have to catch him in the act. The bartender returned with Cole’s ice cold drink and left to tend to others at the bar. He took a sip as he focused on the dance floor filled with people laughing, dancing, and having a great night. All of which Cole hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Above the dance floor was a balcony reserved for VIPs. Among them, leaning over the rail, was none other than the owner Travis, scrutinizing the dance floor in an all-too-similar fashion to Cole. Cole was certain they were both searching for the same target, albeit for very different reasons. There were plenty of women on the dance floor, though most of them didn’t stand out as supermodel material like the vanished women. All seemed to be accompanied by someone, usually a man, probably their significant other or soon-to-be one night stand. Then Cole saw her. .
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COLE AND THE DEMON PART 1 .

Author’s Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This e—-c horror story is entirely my own fault — do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn’t have done it without you This is NOT a short read. Your constructive comments are always welcome. “You want to order a drink, or are you going to just sit there all night?” The female bartender’s abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance. “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll have a Coke, please.” The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. “You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night.” Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn’t the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30’s, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five- o’clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor? “I have to be at work in a few hours. Can’t go in hammered, can I?” The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke. Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department’s Bureau of Detectives, he was investigating a recent series of disappearances of young women in their late teens and early twenties, all of whom were described as very attractive. Their disappearances were believed to be linked to a long running s-x trade organization with hubs in major cities around the country. He traced the missing women’s last known locations to a night club near Chicago’s industrial district. The owner of the club, Travis Dunham, was a well known wealthy entrepreneur with a reputation for dirty business. Unfortunately for Cole, as well as the rest of the CPD, his wealth provided him with a wall of lawyers so thick no detective or prosecutor would dare attempt to break through without ironclad evidence. Cole knew if he were to make something stick, he’d have to catch him in the act. The bartender returned with Cole’s ice cold drink and left to tend to others at the bar. He took a sip as he focused on the dance floor filled with people laughing, dancing, and having a great night. All of which Cole hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Above the dance floor was a balcony reserved for VIPs. Among them, leaning over the rail, was none other than the owner Travis, scrutinizing the dance floor in an all-too-similar fashion to Cole. Cole was certain they were both searching for the same target, albeit for very different reasons. There were plenty of women on the dance floor, though most of them didn’t stand out as supermodel material like the vanished women. All seemed to be accompanied by someone, usually a man, probably their significant other or soon-to-be one night stand. Then Cole saw her. .
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COLE AND THE DEMON PART 1 .

Author’s Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This e—-c horror story is entirely my own fault — do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn’t have done it without you This is NOT a short read. Your constructive comments are always welcome. “You want to order a drink, or are you going to just sit there all night?” The female bartender’s abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance. “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll have a Coke, please.” The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. “You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night.” Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn’t the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30’s, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five- o’clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor? “I have to be at work in a few hours. Can’t go in hammered, can I?” The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke. Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department’s Bureau of Detectives, he was investigating a recent series of disappearances of young women in their late teens and early twenties, all of whom were described as very attractive. Their disappearances were believed to be linked to a long running s-x trade organization with hubs in major cities around the country. He traced the missing women’s last known locations to a night club near Chicago’s industrial district. The owner of the club, Travis Dunham, was a well known wealthy entrepreneur with a reputation for dirty business. Unfortunately for Cole, as well as the rest of the CPD, his wealth provided him with a wall of lawyers so thick no detective or prosecutor would dare attempt to break through without ironclad evidence. Cole knew if he were to make something stick, he’d have to catch him in the act. The bartender returned with Cole’s ice cold drink and left to tend to others at the bar. He took a sip as he focused on the dance floor filled with people laughing, dancing, and having a great night. All of which Cole hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Above the dance floor was a balcony reserved for VIPs. Among them, leaning over the rail, was none other than the owner Travis, scrutinizing the dance floor in an all-too-similar fashion to Cole. Cole was certain they were both searching for the same target, albeit for very different reasons. There were plenty of women on the dance floor, though most of them didn’t stand out as supermodel material like the vanished women. All seemed to be accompanied by someone, usually a man, probably their significant other or soon-to-be one night stand. Then Cole saw her. .
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COLE AND THE DEMON PART 1 .

Author’s Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This e—-c horror story is entirely my own fault — do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn’t have done it without you This is NOT a short read. Your constructive comments are always welcome. “You want to order a drink, or are you going to just sit there all night?” The female bartender’s abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance. “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll have a Coke, please.” The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. “You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night.” Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn’t the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30’s, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five- o’clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor? “I have to be at work in a few hours. Can’t go in hammered, can I?” The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke. Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department’s Bureau of Detectives, he was investigating a recent series of disappearances of young women in their late teens and early twenties, all of whom were described as very attractive. Their disappearances were believed to be linked to a long running s-x trade organization with hubs in major cities around the country. He traced the missing women’s last known locations to a night club near Chicago’s industrial district. The owner of the club, Travis Dunham, was a well known wealthy entrepreneur with a reputation for dirty business. Unfortunately for Cole, as well as the rest of the CPD, his wealth provided him with a wall of lawyers so thick no detective or prosecutor would dare attempt to break through without ironclad evidence. Cole knew if he were to make something stick, he’d have to catch him in the act. The bartender returned with Cole’s ice cold drink and left to tend to others at the bar. He took a sip as he focused on the dance floor filled with people laughing, dancing, and having a great night. All of which Cole hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Above the dance floor was a balcony reserved for VIPs. Among them, leaning over the rail, was none other than the owner Travis, scrutinizing the dance floor in an all-too-similar fashion to Cole. Cole was certain they were both searching for the same target, albeit for very different reasons. There were plenty of women on the dance floor, though most of them didn’t stand out as supermodel material like the vanished women. All seemed to be accompanied by someone, usually a man, probably their significant other or soon-to-be one night stand. Then Cole saw her. .
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COLE AND THE DEMON PART 1 .

Author’s Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This e—-c horror story is entirely my own fault — do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn’t have done it without you This is NOT a short read. Your constructive comments are always welcome. “You want to order a drink, or are you going to just sit there all night?” The female bartender’s abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance. “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll have a Coke, please.” The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. “You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night.” Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn’t the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30’s, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five- o’clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor? “I have to be at work in a few hours. Can’t go in hammered, can I?” The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke. Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department’s Bureau of Detectives, he was investigating a recent series of disappearances of young women in their late teens and early twenties, all of whom were described as very attractive. Their disappearances were believed to be linked to a long running s-x trade organization with hubs in major cities around the country. He traced the missing women’s last known locations to a night club near Chicago’s industrial district. The owner of the club, Travis Dunham, was a well known wealthy entrepreneur with a reputation for dirty business. Unfortunately for Cole, as well as the rest of the CPD, his wealth provided him with a wall of lawyers so thick no detective or prosecutor would dare attempt to break through without ironclad evidence. Cole knew if he were to make something stick, he’d have to catch him in the act. The bartender returned with Cole’s ice cold drink and left to tend to others at the bar. He took a sip as he focused on the dance floor filled with people laughing, dancing, and having a great night. All of which Cole hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Above the dance floor was a balcony reserved for VIPs. Among them, leaning over the rail, was none other than the owner Travis, scrutinizing the dance floor in an all-too-similar fashion to Cole. Cole was certain they were both searching for the same target, albeit for very different reasons. There were plenty of women on the dance floor, though most of them didn’t stand out as supermodel material like the vanished women. All seemed to be accompanied by someone, usually a man, probably their significant other or soon-to-be one night stand. Then Cole saw her. .
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COLE AND THE DEMON PART 1 .

Author’s Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This e—-c horror story is entirely my own fault — do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn’t have done it without you This is NOT a short read. Your constructive comments are always welcome. “You want to order a drink, or are you going to just sit there all night?” The female bartender’s abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance. “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll have a Coke, please.” The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. “You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night.” Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn’t the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30’s, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five- o’clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor? “I have to be at work in a few hours. Can’t go in hammered, can I?” The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke. Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department’s Bureau of Detectives, he was investigating a recent series of disappearances of young women in their late teens and early twenties, all of whom were described as very attractive. Their disappearances were believed to be linked to a long running s-x trade organization with hubs in major cities around the country. He traced the missing women’s last known locations to a night club near Chicago’s industrial district. The owner of the club, Travis Dunham, was a well known wealthy entrepreneur with a reputation for dirty business. Unfortunately for Cole, as well as the rest of the CPD, his wealth provided him with a wall of lawyers so thick no detective or prosecutor would dare attempt to break through without ironclad evidence. Cole knew if he were to make something stick, he’d have to catch him in the act. The bartender returned with Cole’s ice cold drink and left to tend to others at the bar. He took a sip as he focused on the dance floor filled with people laughing, dancing, and having a great night. All of which Cole hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Above the dance floor was a balcony reserved for VIPs. Among them, leaning over the rail, was none other than the owner Travis, scrutinizing the dance floor in an all-too-similar fashion to Cole. Cole was certain they were both searching for the same target, albeit for very different reasons. There were plenty of women on the dance floor, though most of them didn’t stand out as supermodel material like the vanished women. All seemed to be accompanied by someone, usually a man, probably their significant other or soon-to-be one night stand. Then Cole saw her. .
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UNDERNEATH THE HIJAB PART 1 . I’m a big fan of women that are taboo. They represent a conquest, a challenge, an accomplishment that you can secretly smile to yourself about. There’s something exciting about pretty girls who wear (long) hijabs. They give you only a glimpse of their beauty leaving your mind to wonder what lies beneath the surface. Sometimes beneath the luster of the silky fabric, you can see the outline of enormous breasts. That drives me over the edge and I start to fantasize about what it would be like to experience them in bed. The first girlfriend I had during my undergraduate days was one of them. Nobody thought I would succeed with her. Her name was Zainab and she was a devout muslim. I mean she didn’t shake hands with boys, she never showed her hair and she never missed her fasting and prayers. We took some classes together and occasionally, we worked on some assignments together. I was friends with her for two years before I actually let her know how I felt about her. She was one person I thought I would be last with all the way to the end. She had grown comfortable with me and we had become inseparable on campus. We never had any time alone together because we both lived with our parents at the time. However I had an office as a student since I worked part time. One Saturday, we found ourselves in the office. Alone. Together. For the first time. It was like being 13 again. I knew she had never been with a man before or even had a boyfriend. She had never been kissed or touched or held before. Completely innocent. We were sitting in the office working on a programming assignment together. When we were done, we starting talking about her innocence and why she had chosen to live the way she did. Before long I was able to convince her that she wouldn’t burst into flames if I held her hand. It took some patience on my part but eventually she became comfortable holding me. My hands moved to her thighs and with some resistance, she starting asking what I was doing. I told her to relax and I reassured her that I would be gentle. I caressed her thighs gently, running my hands over the tights she had beneath her outer garment. She felt so good and considering that it was my first time with her, I reveled in the moment. I could tell that she enjoyed it even though she kept telling me to stop. As I loosened up her garment, I caught my first glimpse of what her breasts looked like. They were big but not huge. A small D I think. My hands wandered from her thighs to cup them but she was having none of it. She covered them across with her left hand still asking what I was doing. And once again I had to reassure her that if she didn’t like it after I started, I would stop instantly. She resisted but eventually I had my palm on her top, gently caressing one of her breasts. It was an amazing feel. “Who’s teaching you all this?”, she asked as I leaned in to kiss the little cleavage she had exposed. I could sense that her words were slurred because of what she was experiencing. My hands wandered through the open part of her low cut top to feel her actual Bosom. Skin- to-skin. I enjoyed playing “find the Tip” with her Bosom as I searched frantically for what seemed like forever inside her bra. I raised her top eventually, enough to access her bra. And without taking it off completely, I had both breasts out. They were much lighter in complexion than her face and the sight of them was entrancing. Soon I was gently suckling them and I could feel her hands on my hair, caressing my head as I sucked, licked and kissed her Tips. I tried in vain to stuff as much of her breasts as I could into my mouth but they were too big. “Where did you learn this?”, she asked again. “You’re a bad boy.” This time, she had no resistance left. I took my time to explore her breasts with my fingers and my tongue. They kept me busy for ages and as my erection grew harder and harder, I could feel pre-Pour leaking onto my boxers. I didn’t want anything more. I wanted her to be comfortable first before we went any further. Soon she was directing me. Lick the other one. Come back to this one. In my mind, conquering Rome wouldn’t have been as satisfying. I had broken down the first barrier. And they said I wouldn’t succeed. I wish they could see me now.
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UNDERNEATH THE HIJAB PART 1 . I’m a big fan of women that are taboo. They represent a conquest, a challenge, an accomplishment that you can secretly smile to yourself about. There’s something exciting about pretty girls who wear (long) hijabs. They give you only a glimpse of their beauty leaving your mind to wonder what lies beneath the surface. Sometimes beneath the luster of the silky fabric, you can see the outline of enormous breasts. That drives me over the edge and I start to fantasize about what it would be like to experience them in bed. The first girlfriend I had during my undergraduate days was one of them. Nobody thought I would succeed with her. Her name was Zainab and she was a devout muslim. I mean she didn’t shake hands with boys, she never showed her hair and she never missed her fasting and prayers. We took some classes together and occasionally, we worked on some assignments together. I was friends with her for two years before I actually let her know how I felt about her. She was one person I thought I would be last with all the way to the end. She had grown comfortable with me and we had become inseparable on campus. We never had any time alone together because we both lived with our parents at the time. However I had an office as a student since I worked part time. One Saturday, we found ourselves in the office. Alone. Together. For the first time. It was like being 13 again. I knew she had never been with a man before or even had a boyfriend. She had never been kissed or touched or held before. Completely innocent. We were sitting in the office working on a programming assignment together. When we were done, we starting talking about her innocence and why she had chosen to live the way she did. Before long I was able to convince her that she wouldn’t burst into flames if I held her hand. It took some patience on my part but eventually she became comfortable holding me. My hands moved to her thighs and with some resistance, she starting asking what I was doing. I told her to relax and I reassured her that I would be gentle. I caressed her thighs gently, running my hands over the tights she had beneath her outer garment. She felt so good and considering that it was my first time with her, I reveled in the moment. I could tell that she enjoyed it even though she kept telling me to stop. As I loosened up her garment, I caught my first glimpse of what her breasts looked like. They were big but not huge. A small D I think. My hands wandered from her thighs to cup them but she was having none of it. She covered them across with her left hand still asking what I was doing. And once again I had to reassure her that if she didn’t like it after I started, I would stop instantly. She resisted but eventually I had my palm on her top, gently caressing one of her breasts. It was an amazing feel. “Who’s teaching you all this?”, she asked as I leaned in to kiss the little cleavage she had exposed. I could sense that her words were slurred because of what she was experiencing. My hands wandered through the open part of her low cut top to feel her actual Bosom. Skin- to-skin. I enjoyed playing “find the Tip” with her Bosom as I searched frantically for what seemed like forever inside her bra. I raised her top eventually, enough to access her bra. And without taking it off completely, I had both breasts out. They were much lighter in complexion than her face and the sight of them was entrancing. Soon I was gently suckling them and I could feel her hands on my hair, caressing my head as I sucked, licked and kissed her Tips. I tried in vain to stuff as much of her breasts as I could into my mouth but they were too big. “Where did you learn this?”, she asked again. “You’re a bad boy.” This time, she had no resistance left. I took my time to explore her breasts with my fingers and my tongue. They kept me busy for ages and as my erection grew harder and harder, I could feel pre-Pour leaking onto my boxers. I didn’t want anything more. I wanted her to be comfortable first before we went any further. Soon she was directing me. Lick the other one. Come back to this one. In my mind, conquering Rome wouldn’t have been as satisfying. I had broken down the first barrier. And they said I wouldn’t succeed. I wish they could see me now.
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