A Drop of Light…….(part 1)

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A Drop of Light…part one Most of my stories are based on true events. Names of course have been changed to protect the …innocent!!! LOL   The stark bright light caught the drop as it fell, a flash like broken crystal as it landed on the small of her naked back. She started, her back arched like an awakening cat. Mmmmm she murmured. As the hot oil slowly worked its way down between her buttocks. She squirmed as the drop slowly joined the small pool of now warm oil in the pucker of her ass. I tightened my grip on her hair, forcing her face into the chair cushion, this is not simple, the workings of a feverished mind. This is calculation, strategy. She would be fully absorbed into My world tonight, there would almanbahis be no maybes, no mights…she would embrace the play as she would embrace her child. When did this start? About 2 months ago on an alternative social site. Where anyone can be….whoever they want to be.   We started to chat online, she showed an innocent side, but she was curious, asked a heap of questions. Pretended to be more ‘worldly’ than she was. I dismissed her, I wasn’t here to be fucked around. I am a serious player, whilst there is a certain charm in innocence, I was looking for someone that knew what they needed. I was looking for someone who would compliment Me in the ‘play’.   To bring out My darker side, My primal being. It’s a thirst almanbahis yeni giriş that I can only slake for a short time I was hard with her, called her a silly young cunt. Go and play with the lil boys I said. The screen sat there, the last word hanging in cyberspace. Nothing, time passed. Then a message. She was pleading with Me. Fuck, I thought. I don’t want a quick wank. I wanted the taste, the smell, to hear the sounds of a person. Not cyber play. I told her, this is serious for Me.   I need to let My inner being out on the hunt. I didn’t hear from her for about a week or so. Then one night last week.   A message, she wanted to meet. She said that she was now sure.   “Sure” I typed. “what almanbahis giriş fucking sure?” She begged Me to meet with her. I laughed at her online. “Be careful what you wish for”. She replied “this is my wish”. Fuck, I thought. Why not? This would scare her away…or would it? Ok I typed, “meet Me at the little bar at the corner of Michaels Road and Smithton, be there at 7.30pm tonight. Don’t wear panties”. Nothing, that got her I said to myself. Then “ok” appeared on the screen. “How do I recognise you?” “You will find Me, look for darkness”   I typed. I was on my 2 nd beer, when she approached. I was dressed in black tight jeans, black t shirts, boots. Yes, yes I can hear you now. “A little predictable”. She was about 5’ 6’ tall, slim build with long brunette hair. A skirt hugged her gently flaring hips and a simple top showed her tanned cleavage. “Hi, I am Lisa. Are you the darkness I am to meet?” “Fuck” I thought to myself.

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