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How Diana Overcame Her Shyness Ch. 04

CHAPTER FOUR Diana had been half-hoping, half-terrified that after her last words James would have simply pushed her back onto the floor or thrown her onto the bed, spreading her legs and taking her roughly like the slave-girl she had become. But she should have known better. Although obviously very much aroused by her words, James spent a long moment just looking into her eyes, considering, before nodding slowly and saying, "All right, Diana." He stepped away from her and rummaged through his dresser drawer, eventually coming up with a condom. Then he returned to stand in front of her, the huge bulge in his pants practically in her face, and said, "Take it out, slave." Diana didn't hesitate; her hands flew to his belt and in no time she had unfastened and unzipped his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear. James stepped out of them, along with the beat-up old sneakers he'd been wearing, and pushed them aside with his foot as he pulled his s
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The Campus Creeper

Hey there! Just to warn you that some people might find the content of this story to be troubling or triggering. Rest assured that it is all fantasy and that I do not condone real acts of sexual assault. It is all for entertainment purposes. Feedback and suggestions are welcome and wanted. Enjoy! __________________ Ron Hayes sipped his coffee and tried to shake his exhaustion. For the third time in a row this week, he had been assigned to the late-night patrol. Guess that's what happened when you were the new guy, you always got the shit jobs that nobody else wanted. He took another swig of his drink and descended a flight of stairs leading to the back of the dorm building. The night was warm for this time of year and Ron was grateful for it. He could make it by wearing nothing more than his police uniform shirt, a dark blue design not too dissimilar from what a security guard might wear. Ron stopped at the bottom of the stairs and peered out into the woods searching for sources
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Twenty years ago. The turn of the current century. Setting: The United States of America. Place: The Deep South. No broadband internet connections. No text messages. No Amazon empire. No pandemic. No smartphones. No iPhones. No 5G. No Kayne West or Beyonce. No Metoo Movement or Black Lives Matter. No Barack Obama. No Trump Administration. No Capitol riot. No cancel culture. No emphasis on white supremacy. No removal of Confederate statues. For a time, a brief time in hindsight, young adults met each other inside AOL chatrooms. America Online had an almost-monopoly over the-then nascent Internet. Because it had no competition, it could charge whatever it wanted, and many people, including myself, ran up huge bills that, as poor college students, our parents had no choice but to pay. It was also an excellent way for lonely older teenagers like me to find fast friends and develop long distance relationships. Some were purely romantic, some both romantic and sexual, and some merely plato
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