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I’d like to share with you a fantasy of mine. I hope one day to make it a reality, or at least some hot phone sex.

I live in a bit of a rough neighborhood. Its not so bad that I can’t go for a walk, more that I don’t want to be outside after dark without some sort of protection. One night I was headed home from the gas station up the street for some sweets, when I felt like someone was behind me. I turned around and saw a big, black, fifteen passenger van half a block back or so. I was just a bit paranoid, so I quickened my pace a bit, not worrying about it too much since I was almost home. At the corner from my house, the van pulled up next to me, and I felt my heart begin to race. Before I can comprehend what is happening, the side door opens, and a lanky man in black hops out, and heads towards me.

I am so lost with what’s happening, I don’t even run or shout out at first. My body and mind haven’t quite caught up with reality yet. By the time that I do, my efforts are futile. Even with my house in plain sight, there is enough screaming in my neighborhood on a regular basis that no one pays any attention to it. The man is behind me, pressing a cloth over my mouth and nose. I scream and kick, try my best to fight, but to no avail. I feel myself fading.

The next thing I know, I groggily awaken. I realize that I am crudely tied to a chair, with some awful rough rope, it must be twine or something. I tug against the bindings, and find them snug. I cannot see, something covers my eyes. And then, I smell it. Softly greasy, yet sharp scent, metallic and cold, and near my face. A gun. I feel it press against my face…

Want to help me finish out this fantasy? Give me a call.
Jynx