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Night shift
Date: 1/20/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories
some other life!" she snapped at him with whatever strength that was left inside her. "Go to hell, you disgusting pervert!" She concentrated all of her strength in slamming the phone down. That totally shattered her balance and her legs bended under the strain. She crashed down on the floor and embraced her knees with hands. Her heart was beating so rapidly in her chest that she felt on the verge of a heart attack. "What's wrong with me?" She wiped the profuse sweat off her forehead. Her hair, her lingerie, everything was drenched in her own secretions. Quiet hisses, just like those of the animal he has described her as, escaped her lips. She crawled on all fours to the couch when the very same voice echoed in her head. "Go downstairs. I'll meet you at the lobby. Don't be late." Awesome. That's all she needed, hallucinations. "Bullshit. You're not real. You're just in my head. And you're going to pop out of there just now!" She thrust her head between her hands as she was trying to erase the haunting messages. Her skin suddenly got hot and then she was assaulted by cold waves one more time. Neither the voice would stop, nor the constant mental images flowing before her closed eyes. He was dominant, just like that hand which gropes you without asking for permission while you're both pressed tight together on the crowded bus. He didn't accept no for an answer. "Even if I were not real, what difference does it make? Have you ever really cared all that much for reality? Stop ...