<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835297163909486</id><updated>2024-10-04T19:23:24.235-07:00</updated><category term="Leather and Lace"/><category term="My Alter Egos"/><category term="Making Passionate Love vs Fucking"/><category term="Female Domination"/><category term="The Snare"/><category term="Latia Del Riviero"/><category term="Intro"/><category term="SAYING NO TO SEX WHEN YOU ARE DRUNK SHOULD COUNT AS A NO"/><category term="The Weirdest Sense of Humor"/><title type='text'>Forbidden Taboos of Men and Women</title><subtitle type='html'>Sexual Fantasies and True Stories</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxdom10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835297163909486/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxdom10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835297163909486/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257965158775457403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409835297163909486.post-2301968433740996399</id><published>2013-09-14T02:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-11-10T01:03:20.164-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Latia Del Riviero"/><title type='text'>Forbidden Taboos of Men and Women: &quot; MAKING PASSIONATE LOVE VS FUCKING &quot; ( Part Five ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://maxdom10.blogspot.com/2012/07/making-passionate-love-vs-fucking-part_30.html?spref=bl&quot;&gt;Forbidden Taboos of Men and Women: &quot; MAKING PASSIONATE LOVE VS FUCKING &quot; ( Part Five ...&lt;/a&gt;: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Making Passionate Love VS Fucking&quot;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxdom10.blogspot.com/feeds/2301968433740996399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maxdom10.blogspot.com/2013/09/forbidden-taboos-of-men-and-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835297163909486/posts/default/2301968433740996399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7409835297163909486/posts/default/2301968433740996399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxdom10.blogspot.com/2013/09/forbidden-taboos-of-men-and-women.html' title='Forbidden Taboos of Men and Women: &quot; 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He was really good at following instructions...&lt;/div&gt;
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Just a little bit more of this before I impose my next demand.&lt;/div&gt;
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I let him smell, caress and suckle my tits long enough to get him deeply into the depths of my hypnosis...&lt;/div&gt;
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I am going to make him give me&amp;nbsp;his mind, body and soul! I will own him and teach him the ways of a Hybrid Female.&lt;/div&gt;
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He was lost in the moment and it was time to take it to the next level.&lt;/div&gt;
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I pulled my tits away from his face and once again grabbed his wrists...&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;I see that you are very good with your mouth, so I am now going to feed you a little more than what you bargained for! Would you like to taste some nectar from out of this world? I can guarantee you that you will be addicted to something delicious...&quot; I seductively, whispered in his ear.&lt;/div&gt;
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He nodded and closed his eyes. I bounced my tits with my rock hard nipples against his face a few more times before climbing up to his handsome face.&lt;/div&gt;
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I ordered him to keep&amp;nbsp;his eyes&amp;nbsp;close, so that I could tease him even more.&lt;/div&gt;
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I let him smell the scent of my nectar for a few seconds before I gently rubbed it up against his mouth. I was already dripping wet...&lt;/div&gt;
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There I was in all my naked glory, completely exposed. My body was sun-kissed and bronzed.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was a Goddess for him to behold and worship!&lt;/div&gt;
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He was stunned at first. I told him that if he manages to treat the nectar well, it would produce the sweetest juice he has ever tasted in his life!&lt;/div&gt;
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He did not wait too long and within seconds, his soft lips&amp;nbsp;and slippery tongue was on my pussy working it. He teased it a lot with his lips before using his tongue. I felt my knees weaken with each stroke he gave. I could hear him&amp;nbsp;moaning along with me as he enjoyed eating me like I had never been eaten before.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I wanted it to last forever but he was so good with his mouth that It seemed&amp;nbsp;I barely made it to a minute and my pussy exploded!&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh, he will be mine to play with for as long as I permit it., and I permit it!&lt;/div&gt;
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I want more of what just happened!&lt;/div&gt;
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I think I will let him see just how powerful I am, by tightening up my grip while holding him down and literally ravaging him, before I decide to rape him into ecstasy.&lt;/div&gt;
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He nodded like a sweet innocent boy.&lt;/div&gt;
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I smiled devilishly and kissed him gently on the lips, then asked him...&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Oh yes! Be very afraid. You have no clue what pleasurably demented things I have in mind to do to you!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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I kept his arms over his head while I teased his mind by grinding nice and&amp;nbsp;slow against his already throbbing cock! This was better than I could have ever imagined and I was now becoming seriously addicted to this new way of Foreplay.&lt;/div&gt;
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I wasn&#39;t ready to mount and ride him yet. No, the mounting will have to wait a bit.&lt;/div&gt;
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I had other plans yet and this evening was going to last at least a few hours of seduction along with all the passion I had been holding back!&lt;/div&gt;
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I then draped my nipples over his face so that he could suck on them for a second or two, but only to take them away again like candy from a child. &lt;/div&gt;
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He wanted to suck more of me but I&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t give in. I continued to hold him down and tease him until I saw his tongue come out of his mouth. He began to&amp;nbsp;lick the air as if he was licking my wet pussy!&lt;/div&gt;
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He was now fighting back by&amp;nbsp;trying to be suggestive and I was liking it! &lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Is that right? There will be begging done alright... but it will be you who will be begging me!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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He grabbed both tits and pushed them into his face even more. Now we&#39;re really getting somewhere!&lt;/div&gt;
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He was on his knees with his head bowed and inserted tightly between my legs through my back side.&lt;/div&gt;
He may have given up but I wasn&#39;t done yet.&lt;br /&gt;
He was&amp;nbsp;pretty much trapped and my control had gone up five notches.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh-Oh... I just got some more sweet&amp;nbsp;ideas!...&lt;br /&gt;
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I ordered him to caress my calves while I continued to squeeze his neck with my inner thighs.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was careful not to dig the heel of my stiletto into his tender skin. I used just enough force to get him excited enough to want more!&lt;/div&gt;
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I pulled both his wrists behind his back and dug my knees into his upper back! &lt;/div&gt;
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He made a sound that sounded animalistic enough to get me more excited, so I asked him again...&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Yes, My Queen! I&#39;m afraid now!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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That was all I needed to hear and to know I had full control of his mental state of mind. &lt;/div&gt;
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He was moaning and loving it! I had to keep going...&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;You belong to me now, do you understand?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;I will Love you the way you want to be loved, like this and more! but I want 7 things in exchange&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;I will give you anything you want, just don&#39;t stop and don&#39;t cut me off from this?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;If that is a Yes, then nod and I shall continue to take you to the next level&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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He nodded like a sweet innocent boy.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Oh yes! Be very afraid. You have no clue what pleasurably demented things I have in mind to do to you!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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We were just getting started and from where I was standing, it seemed to appear that I had the control to do as I pleased!&lt;br /&gt;
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He was pre-occupied with his face in between my cleavage, when the urge came over for me to put him in a head lock. I made sure to smother him rather hard and only let him get air every ten seconds. &lt;br /&gt;
It was really quite erotic to see him enjoy it that much. I was no longer feeling weird about any of it. Perhaps, due to his openness and positive reaction, I was beginning to really come out of my hidden self. An old friend of mine, once told me that he couldn&#39;t wait for the day I really let my hair down and let myself go. Was this what he meant?&lt;br /&gt;
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After a few minutes of good smothering, I decided it was time for him to worship my back side.&lt;br /&gt;
He was still on his knees and I was still wearing my high heels...&lt;br /&gt;
I turned around and made him remove my skirt. He was happy to see the garter belt and the fishnet stockings along with the fishnet panties. &lt;br /&gt;
We both remained silent except for the moaning and any sounds of&amp;nbsp;suction . We were happy to indulge ourselves, without any real conversation. &lt;br /&gt;
I watched him&amp;nbsp;closely as his passion grew with each second we continued.&lt;br /&gt;
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He started touching and worshipping the back of my legs and calves, even my feet while wearing my heels. He&amp;nbsp;began using his mouth on me again and&amp;nbsp;I couldn&#39;t resist... &lt;br /&gt;
I had to bend over and let him have a little more access.&amp;nbsp;He seemed to love squeezing my inner thighs and hamstrings, which felt awesome for me. &lt;br /&gt;
I wanted more, so I started Flexing my glutes, hamstrings and calves to drive him crazy. &lt;br /&gt;
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He was border line obsessed with the peaks of my biceps and my shoulder caps. So I thought...&lt;br /&gt;
Stand up and Flex it all! After all, that&#39;s what we must do when we compete on stage, so why not do it now for him?&lt;br /&gt;
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I was amazed to have this type of sexual pleasure without having real sex! Amazing, really! &lt;br /&gt;
That simple gentle touch your partner gives you, can make you feel as if you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. It cannot compare to anything in this world! &lt;br /&gt;
Even if it weren&#39;t true,&amp;nbsp;a true&amp;nbsp;great&amp;nbsp;lover can give that&amp;nbsp;experience to his female counter part.&lt;br /&gt;
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After he was done worshipping every inch of my back, he opened my legs a tad bit wider and stuck his head between my inner thighs. He didn&#39;t say a word but I instinctively knew, there was only one thing I could do... SQUEEZE his head between my thighs! It was again, something new that I had never done with anyone else...&lt;br /&gt;
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I asked him, &quot;Do you like that?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Oh, Yes! Do it again Maxine and do it harder!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Okay, I will increase the tension by 10% each time and when you&#39;ve had enough, tap me okay?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yes, more please!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Had enough yet?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;No... Keep going, it feels really good!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yeah, Does it? You enjoy feeling my pythonic pillars of passion squeezing the life out of you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Oh yes, it&#39;s feels awesome!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was now moving up the ladder of unknown experiences...&lt;br /&gt;
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Rubbing against the back of his neck was getting me too excited. I had to hold back a bit, as that&amp;nbsp;would be too embarrassing for me, if I were to pre-maturely have an explosion on his neck!&lt;br /&gt;
Not to mention, a tad bit strange if he wasn&#39;t as open minded as I had hoped. &lt;br /&gt;
Thankfully, it only took&amp;nbsp; thirty percent of my strength, maybe less&amp;nbsp;and he gave up!&lt;br /&gt;
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He was on his knees with his head bowed and inserted tightly between my legs through my back side.&lt;br /&gt;
He may have given up but I wasn&#39;t done yet.&lt;br /&gt;
He was&amp;nbsp;pretty much trapped and my control had gone up five notches.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh-Oh... I just got some more sweet&amp;nbsp;ideas!...&lt;br /&gt;
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He had no idea how incredibly flexible and very strong I was for my size. He had no clue how twisted my mind could get. &lt;br /&gt;
He had no perception of what he had awaken in me... &lt;br /&gt;
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He continued to grope my rock hard biceps while kneeling down.&amp;nbsp;He was in the perfect position for me to get dominant over him and&amp;nbsp;I had leverage, which made me feel even more powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
I was beginning to feel a strange urging of something I had never experienced before. I wanted to growl every time he squeezed my muscles. &lt;br /&gt;
A chemical change was taking place in my mind and in my physical body.&lt;br /&gt;
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I spoke up and ordered him try to pull my arms straight down from the flexed position. &lt;br /&gt;
His eyes became big with excitement, so I knew I was on the right track!&amp;nbsp;He wanted a challenge&amp;nbsp; along with&amp;nbsp;muscle worshipping. It felt like a good work out, except no&amp;nbsp;pumping iron involved. &lt;br /&gt;
It was boy against girl, like when I was six years old and would play against the boys.&lt;br /&gt;
Except back then, there was no libido thrown into the mix. It was all innocent then... &lt;br /&gt;
Well, I wasn&#39;t six years old anymore and I was certainly not the average female on the block.&lt;br /&gt;
I may have been shy and conservative but reserved with the right man? Not a chance!&lt;br /&gt;
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His facial expressions&amp;nbsp;turned me on, which no one has ever done before. &lt;br /&gt;
The more he reacted to the flexing and every move I made, the more I got turned on, which made me want to do things I had never thought of doing before!&lt;br /&gt;
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After his efforts were exhausted from trying to pull my arms down, I wiped the sweat off his forehead and put his face right between my cleavage. He liked that a lot! He just kept worshipping each nipple with his lips.&amp;nbsp;From nipple to nipple, he smelled and squeezed each full breast. I started using muscle control and made my Pectoral&amp;nbsp;muscle move up and down, until his face was basically being slapped my two big tits! We&amp;nbsp;were both getting hornier and I could sense that our shyness was slowly going away. &lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t quite know what made me do those things but they seemed to have come naturally easy and the best part was that I enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;
I was certain there would be&amp;nbsp;more to come as my mind was getting more creative. &lt;br /&gt;
We were just getting started and from where I was standing, it seemed to appear that I had the control to do as I pleased!&lt;br /&gt;
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Her legs are wide open and her nipples are still hard, I hope she doesn&#39;t wake up and see me stroking myself but I can&#39;t help it ...    &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m about to have an orgasm right now while watching her sleep...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I watched her from all angles while I kept stroking myself. I went as close as I could between her legs wishing I could lick her again then gently touched her nipples with my tongue. I then walked around and stood over near her head. She passed out&amp;nbsp;with her eyes closed and mouth opened. &lt;br /&gt;
She looked like she was still having an orgasm when she passed out!&lt;br /&gt;
I fantasized about her playing with herself while I was and what it would be like to cum directly into her mouth at the same time she&#39;s making herself cum. &lt;br /&gt;
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I closed my eyes to finish, when suddenly I felt both her hands reach over to&amp;nbsp;grab my cock. &lt;br /&gt;
She slipped me inside her mouth and began sucking. I almost fell over but was able to hold fast against the bed. She went back and forth from using&amp;nbsp; both her hands to using her mouth and throat.&lt;br /&gt;
She said she wanted every drop of me! &lt;br /&gt;
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She also said, &quot;Next time Joshua, just explode all over my face and I will lick it clean.&amp;nbsp;Would you like to watch me pleasure myself now?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Oh yeah Isabella, I do..&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She stroked herself lightly at first then harder and faster and in sinc with how she was sucking my cock. I tried my best to wait for her but I blew my load in less than a minute, once I saw how she was into it. She just about gave me a heart attack! She kept sucking lightly and licked me dry alright...&lt;br /&gt;
I crawled towards her pussy with only seconds to spare, prior to her orgasm. &lt;br /&gt;
I saw her delicious&amp;nbsp;milky like juice&amp;nbsp;ooze out of her and once again, I was able to taste her and this time I drank her good. She was right in the middle of her orgasm when I got my mouth on her! &lt;br /&gt;
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She was grabbing the sheets and&amp;nbsp;moaning very loud. I kept on her until she&amp;nbsp;tapped me on the head.&lt;br /&gt;
Now, we were both drained and hungry too.&amp;nbsp;I held her in my arms before we both got up to have something to eat.&amp;nbsp;We laughed about how horny we both made each other. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Joshua, would you like to spend the night with me&amp;nbsp;again?&quot;&amp;nbsp;She asked with a smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I would love to my Angel, thank you for the invite!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;How about spending the night with me... every night?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was speechless. Shocked, was more like it! I was frozen and could not respond.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Joshua! Did I say something wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? Joshua, please say something!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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By the time I could respond, she was already crying and running to the bathroom. &quot;Great fucking way to ruin a beautiful day Joshua, idiot!&quot; I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
Now what? This is where I lack in talent. I don&#39;t know what to say to her!&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Fuckkkk!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I never really understood the big deal about my muscles until I met him... He was also another athlete&amp;nbsp;that was shy like me.&lt;br /&gt;
We met by accident at the airport while waiting for a cab. We ended up sharing one and then grabbing a bite to eat. We got to know each other in that four hours pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;
He was supposed to drop me off at my hotel room but he never ended up leaving. As soon as he saw my calves, he had to touch them. He couldn&#39;t stop at that, he went on to caress them and I was getting turned on more and more that I had to let him see just enough to get him more excited.&lt;br /&gt;
He was gentle with his hands and the way he touched me. I watched his mouth salivate as his hands went from my calves up to my legs.&lt;br /&gt;
Slow and steady, his hands were. I stood there like a Goddess awaiting for more of what I have never experienced before...&lt;br /&gt;
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From where I stood, I could see his nicely developed arms. Not too big and nicely shaped. Big enough that I felt like a Goddess being worshipped by another God. He spent a lot of time on my calves and my thighs, touching and tracing their muscle shape. This was all new to me but I was loving every second of it! Once he got up to my mid section, he ran his fingers between my abdominal plates, then used his lips to feel my rock hard stomach.&lt;br /&gt;
I could see he was aroused by what his hands were touching. His eyes fixed on whatever area his hands were feeling. I couldn&#39;t wait for him to move up to my chest and my arms.&lt;br /&gt;
When he finally did, He moaned as he traced the veins that were prominently pumped and sticking out from under my skin. I had always been vascular but never really cared much, when others would feel the need to touch my thick solid veins. &lt;br /&gt;
He was on his knees while he touched my biceps and chest muscles. We remained silent the whole time this was happening until I lost my balance and had to grab his hand to keep myself from falling. That&#39;s when I accidentally flexed my bicep muscles and drove him insane... &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Maxine, Flex them biceps for me! I wanna see them flexed and feel how hard they can get!&quot; He asked excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;
I did what he asked. &lt;br /&gt;
After all... there was something I wanted to feel that was looking pretty hard at that moment, and it wasn&#39;t his arms!&lt;br /&gt;
He was loving the fact that I could keep my arms flexed for at least a minute. The night was young and if it was flexing that he liked, then he got himself the girl with the mega stamina to do that!&lt;br /&gt;
He started kissing my biceps while I flexed them. That&#39;s when I told him to lick them and see if he could chew on them, but my conditioning was very tight. There wasn&#39;t anything he could grab with his teeth except the tiniest fold of skin. I knew that would turn him on even more, so I just continued flexing them until he got so excited, he had to grope them!&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a bit strange at first but the sensation was from out of this world. &lt;br /&gt;
I was beginning to like this a whole lot, and because I had a creative mind, I knew I could make the evening even more memorable! &lt;br /&gt;
He had no idea how incredibly flexible and very strong I was for my size. He had no clue how twisted my mind could get. &lt;br /&gt;
He had no perception of what he had awaken in me... &lt;br /&gt;
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There she was completely naked, passed out and I was like the predator wanting to eat and fill my hunger as my victim laid there ready for me to be devoured...&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn&#39;t stop myself this time. The temptation was too great! She will hate me but I must have her!&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna make her feel good and forget about what happened tonight.&amp;nbsp;I snuggled up beside her and slowly put my hand in hers. To my surprise, she took it. That made me&amp;nbsp;so happy! &lt;br /&gt;
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I whispered in her ears, &quot;Would you like me to give you a light massage and make you feel better?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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She moaned and said &quot;Okay Soraya, but be careful not awaken the Beast&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
What did she mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet, that was all I needed to hear and I felt wetness between my legs within seconds. &lt;br /&gt;
I turned her over to her side and began to massage her neck and shoulders. She was enjoying it and so was I. &lt;br /&gt;
The whole time, all I could think about was groping her beautiful full breasts with them big nipples! &lt;br /&gt;
I slowly moved down to her middle back and then to her lower back , which made her want to roll on her stomach. I took her robe off slowly in order to do a better job of massaging her. &lt;br /&gt;
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I could sense that she was getting somewhat sexually turned on, so I moved down even lower...&lt;br /&gt;
I was on her hips and ass, groping them but in my own gentle way. She moaned again and again.&lt;br /&gt;
I spread her legs a bit open in order to get my fingers between her inner thighs and that&#39;s when I felt her wetness. She was definitely turned on! I pretended not to notice.&amp;nbsp;I moved my hands down to her hamstrings and massaged them for a few minutes but I moved my finger right back up near her crack. &lt;br /&gt;
She began breathing heavier, so I&amp;nbsp;used my fingers to tease her pussy lips.&lt;br /&gt;
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I then&amp;nbsp;began to lick her pussy from the rear. She arched her back and gave me permission to have more access. &lt;br /&gt;
Oh yeah, I was in heaven and so was she! She tasted so sweet, all I wanted to do was drink her juice! She kept getting wetter and wetter. The more I licked, the wetter she got...&lt;br /&gt;
I decided to increase the speed and tension with my tongue and that sent her into a spasmatic orgasm!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He body was amazing and so was her pussy. &lt;br /&gt;
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Her clit was just slightly bigger than mine and she had nice labia. Her pussy was hairless and smooth like mine. I think she will love my package as much as I love hers. After her first orgasm, I continued to massage her, to give her a bit of rest.&lt;br /&gt;
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She rolled over on her back and&amp;nbsp;surprised me by taking my hand and placing them on her tits.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Soraya, I want you to pleasure me all night and make me come over and over again, as many times as you can!&quot;&amp;nbsp;She said with that sexy voice and the look of a hungry &#39;Beast&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m assuming this was the &#39;Beast&#39; she spoke of and I have now awakened it. She&#39;s my dream but I will make sure I become her reality!&lt;br /&gt;
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The second round is about to come and I&#39;m the one who&#39;s in control...&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;No! Get me the fuck out of here! Malina stop, please let me wake up. I don&#39;t want to be here!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Shut up, this is good for you Miss goody goody. It&#39;s about time you learned this shit! Now I forbid you to speak to me, I have a job to do and these people need me to give them their poison&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was in hell, so I thought but Malina was just getting started...&lt;br /&gt;
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Indeed, more poison was what she would give! She led the group to the next room which had all sorts of weird looking apparatuses. There was a man with a full mask on, standing over a woman who appeared to be asleep. She had attachments on her back. They looked like strings or something of the sort. I didn&#39;t really want to know! &lt;br /&gt;
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Malina asked the group if there was anyone that wanted to try any of it, but the crowd stayed silent. &lt;br /&gt;
Malina then spoke up and said &quot;I see this group is rather shy. That&#39;s alright, if no one wants to be the first to volunteer then I will!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I was screaming for her to stop whatever it was she had planned on doing, but it was to no avail! &lt;br /&gt;
She was assisted by the fully masked man on top of a table. &lt;br /&gt;
She disrobed and ordered one of the men from the group to&amp;nbsp;pleasure her. It was not a request, it was a firm order that the man could not refuse.&lt;br /&gt;
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What happened after was torturous to me! The masked man took three long thick needle-like instruments that were about 4-5 inches long and pierced Malina&#39;s nipples and then her clitoris hood! Oh my God, it hurt so bad I was screaming but she was enjoying herself...&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sure that my physical body, which was asleep has now pissed the bed from the pain in this dream!&lt;br /&gt;
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After the piercing was done, Malina went on all fours and the masked man attached some mini weights on each end of the metal. They dangled like a balancing scale!&lt;br /&gt;
I could barely breathe and wanted to die from the pain. She then instructed the chosen helper&amp;nbsp;to use his tongue to flick the weights&amp;nbsp;hanging from both her&amp;nbsp;nipples.&lt;br /&gt;
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That wasn&#39;t enough for Malina, she made him do the same with the weights hooked on her&amp;nbsp;clitoral hood. She moaned in Ecstasy while I suffered in pain and trapped with no way out!&lt;br /&gt;
The group stayed silent, probably too afraid and wishing they had never agreed to become a part of this elite and secret circle... &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as I was afraid and regretted my choice to let Malina take me into &#39;Dream world&#39;, where she is the Master and I&#39;m the slave.&lt;br /&gt;
Malina enjoyed doing the exhibition for the crowd. She wanted to instill fear in them, and it was working damn well.&amp;nbsp;I may have been in pain but my wits were still strong enough to know her motives. How many more rooms will there be? When will I wake up from this dream?&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m certain that Malina will do her best to keep me inside this dream for as long as she can. She feels only the pleasure and I feel all the pain! &lt;br /&gt;
For now, all I can do is hope that I will wake up and be set free from this nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;
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She began to lead the crowd into the next section of the mansion. As the door opened, what I saw was enough to scare the living shit out of me!&lt;br /&gt;
There was a man suspended in the air with pins and needles through his skin!&lt;br /&gt;
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She laughed at me and told me that I had no choice, but to go through with this. She told me that I was her special guest, who was about to experience my own evil within her...&lt;br /&gt;
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I was mortified by the sight! What I thought were pins and needles were actually hooks!&lt;br /&gt;
Malina explained that most do not understand this type of &#39;Pleasure&#39; but that they will as they move up with their sexual and mental integration. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;What the fuck are you talking about Malina?&quot; I asked her, but she ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;
She continued to explain that the man hanging was surely alive and feeling euphoria like no one could put into words. She said that at this level, one doesn&#39;t need a partner to have an orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;
The pain and pleasure creates that orgasmic feeling that lasts as long as you want. It was complete control over one&#39;s physical sensation and mental high...&lt;br /&gt;
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The words coming out of her mouth were ridiculous but the people were buying it. She is like a bad dream! What the hell was I saying? She is only a dream and I can wake up from this, I know I can!&lt;br /&gt;
The one lady asked if she could look at him closer but Malina said no. She explained that we may only peak but never disturb. She finally shut the door and led everyone to the next one. I thought I closed my eyes but I guess there is no closing your vision when you are in someone else&#39;s mind in dream world.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I saw next was just as disturbing because it was of a woman. Men have always been wack jobs to me when it came to sex but women? What the hell did I know until now?&lt;br /&gt;
There she was, moaning and sounding like she was having the best sex ever! I wanted to vomit...&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the men said &quot;Miss Malina, I&#39;m getting really horny over this, may I stroke myself underneath my robe?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Of course you may Number 13, didn&#39;t you know that it was permissible? This is the place where you can do whatever you wish to yourself and with whomever wants to do it with you. There is no judgment here, only pleasure and acceptance. That is what you are part of, a family who understands what you need and we will always support everyone of you for as long as you are part of the circle.&lt;br /&gt;
No disloyalty will be tolerated. You attend when you want and you may stay away as long as you like, but disobeying the rules or breaking the codes will cost you the dearest thing you have in your life! Do we all understand the agreement that was signed?&quot;&amp;nbsp;Malina asked as she looked every single person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw their fear but like dummies, they all nodded and said &quot;Yes Miss Malina&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The man kept stroking himself, until he had his orgasm and fell against the wall. Disgusting shit!&lt;br /&gt;
Malina just glanced over as if nothing happened and continued on to say...&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;We shall enter the next room where any of you who care to experiment will get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;
Are you ready?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;No! Get me the fuck out of here! Malina stop, please let me wake up. I don&#39;t want to be here!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Shut up, this is good for you Miss goody goody. It&#39;s about time you learned this shit! Now I forbid you to speak to me, I have a job to do and these people need me to give them their poison&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was in hell, so I thought but Malina was just getting started...&lt;br /&gt;
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I began to dream a very erotic dream and Miss Santiago was in it. I had no idea that she would wake up before me and catch me masturbating in the tub with her in it...&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though I was embarrassed, she did not rub it in my face. She was kind and told me not to be ashamed. She was already dressed in her robe and was&amp;nbsp;standing over me with a towel in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Come out of the water before you turn into a prune&amp;nbsp;Soraya.&quot; She said with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I&#39;m sorry for everything Miss Santiago, I really am! I had no idea Jaden would be there and do what he did!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I know Soraya. It&#39;s alright. We are safe now, let&#39;s get you dressed. We both need some rest. We can figure things out in the morning, okay?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded and complied to her wish.&lt;br /&gt;
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I followed her to the living room with a view of the Marina. She asked me if I wanted some wine and I nodded again. I felt like a mute! She sat beside me and told me stories of when she was my age.&lt;br /&gt;
They were great stories, I could certainly learn from but all I could think about was kissing her beautiful lips and showing her how grateful I was to have her as my new friend. &lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps, I have no idea what love really means but I do know how to express it through sex. I&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t have much more than that to offer. I thanked her with tears in my eyes and once again she hugged me and caressed my hair, as if I were her child. She wasn&#39;t that much older but she sure acted like she was my grandmother! I sobbed for what seemed like an hour while she held me and wiped my tears with her long hair. &lt;br /&gt;
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I felt her robe&#39;s belt get lose and the robe&amp;nbsp;opened. It opened just enough to expose&amp;nbsp;her tits that were&amp;nbsp;pressed&amp;nbsp;against the towel around me... I became very excited and&amp;nbsp;wet between my legs.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know if she sensed it, but she pulled away and adjusted herself and got me a box of tissues. &lt;br /&gt;
Did I ever feel like an idiot!&amp;nbsp;But she was a true lady. She went on as though she didn&#39;t notice. She even offered me some omelette!&lt;br /&gt;
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I aked her where she wanted me to sleep and she told me that there was a guest room waiting just for me. I told her the couch was fine because I didn&#39;t want to sleep alone. She asked why. I told her I was afraid of sleeping alone due to my re-occuring nightmares that gave me the chills and that they were almost like seizure&amp;nbsp;attacks.&amp;nbsp;She thought for a moment, then said it was alright if I wanted to sleep in her bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was shocked! I declined the offer because of how I felt about her but she insisted that we didn&#39;t need anymore surprises or any trip to the hospital.&amp;nbsp;I could tell&amp;nbsp;she was already inibriated but&amp;nbsp;we had one more drink while she was icing her face.&lt;br /&gt;
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She thanked me for being so witty by getting her home and in the tub safely. I told her it was I, that needed to say a&amp;nbsp;million thanks to her. She just smiled and got me some pretty neglige to wear.&lt;br /&gt;
She told me that I may use anything of hers in the bathroom. I asked her what perfume she was wearing and she told me it was called &amp;nbsp;&#39;Angel&#39; and to go ahead and use some if I wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;
I was happy to get her permission. I went and changed into what she gave me to wear with some of that perfume on me. &lt;br /&gt;
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I came out to find her passed out on the couch. I&#39;ve seen people pass out like that before and they were always drunk.&lt;br /&gt;
So, once more...&lt;br /&gt;
I had to carry her, this time into the bedroom. I placed her under the sheets but her robe opened up again. There she was completely naked, passed out and I was like the predator wanting to eat and fill my hunger as my victim laid there ready for me to be devoured...&lt;br /&gt;
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I barely got up to the front porch, when Jaden lifted his fist and knocked me right to the ground! He was going to hit me again, when all of a sudden, he fell to the ground! &lt;br /&gt;
It was Miss Santiago, standing over Jaden&#39;s unconscious body on the lawn...&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn&#39;t move from the shock while she remained standing over him. She told me to hurry up and get inside the car. My face was hurting but&amp;nbsp;I did what she asked. I saw her kick him a few times in the gutt but I was so stunned, I couldn&#39;t try to stop her. When Miss Santiago was finished kicking&amp;nbsp;Jaden the fith time, she rolled him over and spat on him. She was just about to walk away and as she turned, Jaden grabbed her ankle which made her fall sideways. Jaden mounted her, began smacking her then put his hands around her neck to&amp;nbsp;strangle her. I didn&#39;t know what to do, so I went inside the house and grabbed the baseball bat that Jaden always kept by the door. I hit him once in the head, that was it!&lt;br /&gt;
I could see him bleeding but there was Miss Santiago barely beathing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went with my instinct and helped Miss Santiago instead of Jaden. Perhaps, I should have checked to make sure Jaden was alive but I couldn&#39;t risk Miss Santiago and I being there when the cops arrived.&lt;br /&gt;
I was smart enough to take the bat and not leave it there for finger prints.&lt;br /&gt;
I knew complications would arise from the incident but I had to save Miss Santiago and myself.&lt;br /&gt;
Fuck Jaden! He always beat on me for no reason at all, it&#39;s about time I got my turn! I just hope he&#39;s not dead or I will be in jail with no hope left!&lt;br /&gt;
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I managed to get Miss Santiago inside her car but had a difficult time driving because it was a standard. She had a Mustang Cobra and the car was intimidating as shit! I grinded her gears plenty and thank God she was unconcious and did not know. &lt;br /&gt;
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Once we got far away enough, I pulled over and checked for pulse. She was alive and breathing. &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve watched enough television to know that I shouldn&#39;t call the cops or go to the hospital, so I dug into her purse to find her license with her address on it. I got her home and had to carry half her body weight into the house. She was heavier than she looked.&lt;br /&gt;
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She had red marks around her neck and her cheeks were starting to swell. Her pretty dress was ripped and her body was limp. I had to think fast about how to look after her...&lt;br /&gt;
I went to the fridge to get some ice then I&amp;nbsp;found some alcohol and disinfected her cuts.&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to make her look pretty again, the way she did me. I ran the bath with some warm water, undressed her&amp;nbsp;and somehow managed to get her in.&lt;br /&gt;
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She sure was beautiful with a sexy body that turned me on. I wanted to touch her but that would have been wrong, so I didn&#39;t. I just sat there and iced her face then washed her long silky hair.&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder what she would say when she wakes up? Will she kick me out? Will she be angry that I undressed her? &lt;br /&gt;
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I was pretty banged up too, with half my face bruised up and my hair all in a mess. I decided to slip into the tub with Miss Santiago and relax while we both soaked in bubbles. I wish things could have been different in my life but they weren&#39;t. Jaden was my reality, but now... Miss Santiago is my dream!&lt;br /&gt;
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I began to dream a very erotic dream&amp;nbsp;and Miss Santiago was in it. I had no idea that she would wake up before me and catch me masturbating in the tub with her in it...&lt;br /&gt;
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I was distraught and wanted to end my life right there in the hotel&#39;s decadent washroom.&lt;br /&gt;
I was hating on myself and the reflection that I was seeing in the mirror, when a beautiful woman walked up from behind me and started comforting me. She was approximately ten years my senior.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her eyes were beautiful and full of love and her touch was soft and gentle...&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Oh, my sister! What is so wrong that your beautiful face is full of tears?&quot; She gently asked me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at her and couldn&#39;t say a word, but my tears spoke for me. She softly took my hand and lead me to the chair nearby the door. She didn&#39;t say much but she touched me with her lovely hands, letting me know that she was there once I was ready to talk. She got up and passed me the tissue box and continued to look with love in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Thank you!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Do you feel like talking or would you like me to just sit here and wait on you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I don&#39;t know where to begin...&quot; I said with tears still flowing from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Begin at the start. What triggered this emotional breakdown tonight?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;My boy-friend and I have not been getting along and tonight I got fired from my singing job at the lounge! I&#39;m in debt and have not paid my rent in two months. I don&#39;t speak to my parents and I don&#39;t have any real purpose in my life!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;How old are you my sister?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I&#39;m twenty-two years old but I feel like I&#39;m forty-two!&quot; I retorted, not knowing how old this lovely lady was.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I&#39;m forty-two and let me tell you that all this bad stuff has an ending! Much like you, at your age, I went through some bad things that nearly took my life. I fought back and hard for what I deserved and never got given in life! I took life&#39;s beatings but I never got knocked out, because I kept getting back up! Do you undertstand what I&#39;m saying?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded and continued to listen to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I put myself through school with three jobs and barely had any food, I even had to eat part of my cat&#39;s dinner because I was so hungry. Yet, to look at me, you would not think I ever went through the trials that I did, am I right?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;How&amp;nbsp;did you manage?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I got rid of all the people that were dead weight n my shoulders and anyone who drained me of energy. It wasn&#39;t easy! I loved everyone but they didn&#39;t love me the way I loved them. I had to make some difficult choices and abandoning friends and family was the toughest! But I had no choice if I wanted to survive and make something of myself!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;But I&#39;m nothing like you! I&#39;m&amp;nbsp;not much to look at and I don&#39;t have any education. I dropped out a few moths prior to graduation, I&#39;m a loser!&quot; I began to weep again&amp;nbsp;and was pulling my hair.&lt;br /&gt;
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She stopped me by hugging me and telling me that everything always works out for the better.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what it was that made me feel sexually excited, but I can only guess that it was her kindness, the way she looked&amp;nbsp;and her perfume.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had always been open and free with my sexuality. Perhaps, it is my bi-sexuality kicking in to pervert this beautiful friendship this Lady was offering me.&amp;nbsp;I hugged her and said thank you for being so kind to me. I told her that I had better find another job or the boyfriend and I will surely split up. &lt;br /&gt;
She asked me if going home was the best thing to do while I was so upset.&amp;nbsp;She suggested that I stay and have some food with her and get feeling better before going home. She was right! If I would have gone home, there would have been a fight and more pain would be inflicted on me. I accepted her offer to eat. She cleaned my face up and re-touched my make-up. She did such a fantastic job, I actually thought I looked pretty!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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After dinner, she offered to drive me home. Once we got to the front of the house, my boyfriend was waiting at the porch with a bottle of beer in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I will stay here and make sure nothing happens to you Soraya. I will be right here. Don&#39;t let him hit you again, do you understand?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I&#39;ll be alright Miss Santiago, I promise. You have done so much for me already, I don&#39;t want you to waste your time anymore!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I will wait right here to make sure. If you feel the need to get out, fetch a few of your things and come back out. You will stay with me until we can get you straightened out, understand?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yes, Miss Santiago. I will be okay, but would it be alright if I call tomorrow to talk with you again?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Absolutely Soraya, absolutely!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I barely got up to the front porch, when Jaden lifted his fist and knocked me right to the ground! He was going to hit me again, when all of a sudden, he fell to the ground! &lt;br /&gt;
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Malina said &#39;&#39;Please&#39;&#39; and asked me to stay calm? Now, that&#39;s scary! What is this place and what is going to happen tonight? Who are all these naked people with masks on? The biggest question of all is why do they treat Malina with so much respect?...&lt;br /&gt;
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The man handed Malina a drink and took her by the hand. He led us to the second floor of the mansion, where we entered another room full of&amp;nbsp;fully clothed people.&amp;nbsp;They were all dressed very sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Good Evening everyone, I would like for you all to meet our &#39;Hostess&#39; for the night, Miss Malina. &lt;br /&gt;
She will be personally giving you a tour and answering any questions you might have. She is also the one that will decide if any of you are to be accepted into our &#39;Private Society&#39;. Please follow her instructions and guidance as she briefs you now on the rules. Malina, would you do us the honor please?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Hello everyone and welcome. In this place, there are no boundaries of what you can do when it comes to your sexual fantasies. Hugo will be collecting your&amp;nbsp;personal information sheets and cheques for the amount of fifty thousand dollars. This is the initiation fee only, which includes your membership for one year. This also includes your attendance fee but not your special requests.&lt;br /&gt;
I will take you for a quick tour and show you what we have available on a monthly basis, here at The Mansion of secrets. This society is for the few selected elites only and each one of you must meet the credentials, we ask for. Understood? Now, while we need to process the information, why don&#39;t you all get acquainted. This will be the last night you will see each other&#39;s faces without a mask. Drink and have some fun, before the real fun begins!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone agreed by saying &quot;Yes&quot; and Hugo began to collect the cheques and personal information.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Malina shook every one&#39;s hands while they all drooled over her exposed body underneath her hooded trench coat. I could sense that even the women were attracted to her as well. I was busy picking vibes up from the crowd that I&amp;nbsp;could not hear Malina&#39;s thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hugo ran the information and came back about a half hour later.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;It all checks out Lady Malina&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Very Good, Hugo. Thank you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Malina and I walked to the front and she made her speech to let everyone know that they&#39;ve all been approved. With that, she announced that they will be given a special cape and masks to wear and that&amp;nbsp; they may keep their shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;
After the capes and masks were handed out, Malina called out names and told them to step to the front of the room. There were doctors, lawyers, dentists, musicians, actresses, politicians, religious men&amp;nbsp;and the heads of big corporations.&amp;nbsp;She handed them all a name tag with only their first names on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was shocked!&amp;nbsp;What is this dream? Why is Malina showing me this?&lt;br /&gt;
I was beginning to feel more apprehensive with each given moment, as to what would happen next.&amp;nbsp;Could this be what she meant about evil hiding behind good?&lt;br /&gt;
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I was beginning to understand... Whatever Malina plans to do with these demented people, I know&amp;nbsp;will not be something I want&amp;nbsp;to witness, but here I am...&lt;br /&gt;
Inside her body and mind in &#39;Dream world!&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t want to experience the tour and to &amp;nbsp;see what these people&#39;s sick fantasies are!&lt;br /&gt;
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Malina is part of me and I can feel her darkness taking over. She wants to expose me and tempt me.&lt;br /&gt;
How do I wake up from this dream before the tour starts? &lt;br /&gt;
My eyes! My eyes hurt all of a sudden...&lt;br /&gt;
They&amp;nbsp;feel swollen and my skin feels chapped. I want to wake up from this dream now!&lt;br /&gt;
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She began to lead the crowd into the next section of the mansion. As the door opened, what I saw was enough to scare the living shit out of me!&lt;br /&gt;
There was a man suspended in the air with pins and needles through his skin!&lt;br /&gt;
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She&amp;nbsp;laughed at me and told me that I had no choice, but to go through with this. She told me that I was her special guest, who was about to experience my own evil within her...&lt;br /&gt;
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What did Malina mean when she said, her job was to inform us four of the evil 
that hides in every good? Us four? Where are the other three? And why am I part 
of the four now?&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m feeling very distraught again...&lt;br /&gt;
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I must think of 
a way to wake up if things get too weird for my liking. &lt;br /&gt;
The question is... 
what if I can&#39;t?&lt;br /&gt;
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The mansion was very eerie looking and my senses told me that this was going to be another strange experience, I was about to embark on with Malina leading. &lt;br /&gt;
As we entered the front door, a very handsome man dressed in a black suit greeted Malina with a kiss on her hand. He had very soft lips and I was&amp;nbsp;attracted to him, but Malina wasn&#39;t a bit moved by his debonair ways. She gave him a nod and moved towards the long corridor.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was empty and silent.&amp;nbsp;I wouldn&#39;t have&amp;nbsp;suspected any type of gathering in such a place but was I wrong!&lt;br /&gt;
We turned left at the end of the corridor which led to a small like living&amp;nbsp;room. Malina stopped and poured herself a drink then proceeded to enter&amp;nbsp;another room, which was huge! &lt;br /&gt;
In that room was a large fireplace with decadent furnishings and designs on the wall. There were couches all over the place that were covered with blankets and capes.&lt;br /&gt;
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There must have been at least 200 masked people, who were all naked and socializing with one another. I noticed that the women were all wearing high heels and the men were also wearing their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;
How odd is that? Completely naked except for a mask and a pair of shoes! This has got to be a massive &#39;Orgy&#39; about to happen, and I&#39;m not liking this shit at all! &lt;br /&gt;
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One blond female approached Malina and tried to kiss her in the mouth but Malina was quick to reject her. Malina and I made our way through the naked crowd until she was stopped by a man, who was completely dressed in a black pint stripe suit with a hat on and a mask, which he removed for Malina.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Thank you for coming Malina, did you bring your guest along?&quot; He asked her politely.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yes, I did. This guest of mine is our &#39;Chauffeur&#39; and she has been needing some time off, so I thought, what nicer thing to do than to let her see this for herself!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Fuck you Malina! I&#39;m not the chauffeur, I&#39;m the &#39;Driver&#39; that you four need to get you to your destination! Don&#39;t make me look like an ass! You think you have a temper? You haven&#39;t seen mine yet!&quot; I told Malina by telepathy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Relax sister... I&#39;m playing with you. I need you straight and to be observing&amp;nbsp;all that you see tonight will bring! I don&#39;t want you angry! Just let me handle what I need to handle, and you will be wiser by the time the evening is over! Okay?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I replied &quot;Alright but no damn weird shit!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;You already know there will be weird shit , just relax... I&#39;m very respected here and you have nothing to worry about. Just stop interjecting with your thoughts. Pay attention to each person I talk to. You will find out why I told you about &#39;evil hiding in good&#39;. Stay calm okay?... Please.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Malina said &#39;&#39;Please&#39;&#39; and asked me to stay calm? Now, that&#39;s scary! What is this place and what is going to happen tonight? Who are all these naked people with masks on? The biggest question of all is why do they treat Malina with so much respect?...&lt;br /&gt;
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For now, I will watch her sleep and enjoy her beauty along with that sensuous 
scent of hers.&lt;br /&gt;
Tick, Tock... She has an hour to rest and then I shall devour 
her again in ways that only &#39;I&#39; can imagine!&lt;br /&gt;
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While she slept, I took the liberty of making her some food as she did for me. I gave her exactly one hour and I woke her up with my lips suckling on her inner thighs.&lt;br /&gt;
Once she realized what was happening, she just moaned and told me that I was a very generous lover. &lt;br /&gt;
Behind my back was a blind fold that I placed over her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;
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She laughed sinisterly and said &quot;Okay Joshua, you&#39;re scaring me but I like it...&amp;nbsp;surprise me!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I spread both her legs as wide as she can handle and warmed her &#39;V&#39; area up with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;
She was enjoying it very much, but had no idea I had something I was about to use on her love canal aside from my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&amp;nbsp;took a slice of peach and slowly inserted that inside her with my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;
Her reaction was surreal.&amp;nbsp;She had no clue what it was but she was sure squirming and wanting more!&lt;br /&gt;
I was always a very creative lover and I always wanted to give this pleasure to a &#39;Special&#39; woman.&lt;br /&gt;
Now that I have her, I will pleasure her as much as I can without borders. I know she is open minded and that is good for me. I don&#39;t want my shyness to get in the way of exploring her body and having both our fantasies fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;
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She sat up as I kept sliding the peach in and out of her. She took the blind fold off and was eager to see and&amp;nbsp;watch me in action. &lt;br /&gt;
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Once the peach was too soft, she asked me for another piece and thankfully, I had a bowl right by the bed. I pleasured her that way for a good fifteen minutes or more, while licking and sucking her.&lt;br /&gt;
I used a total of five peach slices. She was in an absolute euphoric frenzy! &lt;br /&gt;
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By the time she had finished her 3rd orgasm, she was once again ready to fall asleep! I was enjoying myself like never before and I&#39;m gonna keep going until she tells me she has had enough!&lt;br /&gt;
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She was so exhausted, I had to spoon feed her. I made some fruit salad with some whip cream that she enjoyed very much. She kept smiling at me and thanking me while her head drooped from fatigue. She looked like a little girl being spoon fed, but then again...&lt;br /&gt;
She really is, just a little girl in a woman&#39;s body.&amp;nbsp;She is my woman now and I will look after her the best way I know.&lt;br /&gt;
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The day isn&#39;t over yet... I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. I will leave her to sleep again for another hour or two. Time for me to come up with more ideas on how to drive her crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
I get so excited knowing and seeing that she is enjoying every little thing I do to her body.&lt;br /&gt;
I need to take a shower and relieve myself or I might explode all over her! &lt;br /&gt;
As a matter of fact, I don&#39;t think I can wait...&lt;br /&gt;
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Her legs are wide open and her nipples are still hard, I hope she doesn&#39;t wake up and see me stroking myself but I can&#39;t help it ...    &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m about to have an orgasm right now while watching her sleep...&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps, it&#39;s my turn to be driven around and ride as a passenger. &lt;br /&gt;
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this much, if I make an agreement, then I must honor it and sometimes things 
can&#39;t go back to the way they used to be! &lt;br /&gt;
Malina will make sure to tempt me 
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I finally fell asleep around 4am.&lt;br /&gt;
My mind had been busy all day with thoughts about the future, and no matter how hard I tried to silence my mind, it remained occupied and full.&lt;br /&gt;
When I did fall asleep, I fell asleep deep... and that&#39;s when Malina came and got me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Malina wore the same caramel hooded trench coat, with nothing on underneath&amp;nbsp;again.&lt;br /&gt;
Once I saw that, I knew I was asleep and was now in &#39;Dreamworld&#39; for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;
I was happy Malina came for me. It felt good to&amp;nbsp;sit up on my bed as a different person. &lt;br /&gt;
I was in her body and inside&amp;nbsp;her mind. I saw everything she saw and felt&amp;nbsp;everything she felt physically. I admired the trench coat and how it looked on Malina&#39;s naked body.&lt;br /&gt;
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I touched everything I could while&amp;nbsp;Malina laughed. She asked me if I wanted to feel her body&amp;nbsp; too, which freaked me out a bit. She told me to enjoy myself tonight while she enjoys herself and that I have freedom whenever she&#39;s in control.&lt;br /&gt;
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She took me&amp;nbsp; into the woods, which is my favorite place to be, but it was dark and eerie looking. &lt;br /&gt;
She told me that part of my problem is that I only see the good and never the bad.&lt;br /&gt;
She said, her job was to protect and to inform us&amp;nbsp;four about the evil that hides in every good.&lt;br /&gt;
Why would I argue with her? I&#39;m now the &#39;passenger&#39; and she&#39;s the &#39;driver&#39;... I must respect that.&lt;br /&gt;
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We walked for&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;little bit before coming to a clearing where I saw a group of people gathered around holding&amp;nbsp;lanterns and blankets. As we got closer to them, I noticed that they were also dressed in trench coats or capes with nothing on underneath! I had no clue what the hell was going&amp;nbsp; on, but it was getting very interesting... &lt;br /&gt;
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Malina walked her steady pace and I could see her breasts bouncing magnificently in the moonlight, I was distracted by that and did not see someone run up from behind us.&lt;br /&gt;
It was a&amp;nbsp;man with a lantern. He approached us and asked Malina if he could walk with her. &lt;br /&gt;
She nodded and kept walking.&amp;nbsp;We then walked up a small hill with him leading us. The woods&amp;nbsp;were quite dark and the whole scenario was starting to creep me out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;We&#39;re almost there&quot; Malina said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;They will be happy to see you&amp;nbsp;tonight&quot; the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I brought a guest along, so make sure I get my privacy when I need it&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Of course, my lady, I will see to it myself that you have all you want and need.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The man was very polite but had a sinister demeanor. &lt;br /&gt;
Right&amp;nbsp;after noticing that about him, I realized that we were now approaching the gateway of a huge mansion. There were some lights which illuminated the pathway and gave it that mysterious feel.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not convinced this is going to be fun for me, the way Malina wants it to be.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sensing things that&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t want to sense. I&#39;m not good at being the passenger. I feel trapped!&lt;br /&gt;
What did Malina mean when she said her job was to inform us&amp;nbsp;four of the evil that hides in every good? Us four? Where are the other three? And why am I part of the&amp;nbsp;four now?&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m feeling very distraught again...&lt;br /&gt;
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I must think of a way to wake up if things get too weird for my liking. &lt;br /&gt;
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He was absolutely stunning with his blond wavy hair and light blue eyes. He undressed me very slowly,&amp;nbsp;as we stood up against each other. Once I was completely naked, he undressed himself slowly as his eyes feasted&amp;nbsp;upon me. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter from the anticipation.&lt;/div&gt;
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He then began to rub up against me teasing me with cock. After a few seconds of that,&amp;nbsp;he kissed me and began to suck my neck until we got down on the floor where he slid himself in slowly, from the front. He went slow at first then verociously faster... &lt;br /&gt;
He was going hard at it until he noticed, I was sweating like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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He then laid me on my back and began to eat me. He went back and forth from eating me to fucking me for a good hour or so and wouldn&#39;t let me cum. He began to kiss me again then told me that he was going to shove his cock in my mouth and that I&#39;d better suck it good...&lt;br /&gt;
This back and forth deal went on for another hour until I was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;
When he saw that I was almost completely drained, he fucked me good and steady until I came and my whole body went into seizure.&lt;br /&gt;
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That was the best fuck I&#39;d ever had and I wanted more! I thought I was going to get more, when he began to get dressed...&lt;br /&gt;
I asked where he was going. He replied, &quot;I&#39;m going home to my girlfriend to make love to her.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He gave me a kiss on the cheek, thanked me and he was out the door within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was still on the floor, with my furry blanket around me to cover up my nakedness.&lt;br /&gt;
I guess, it was what I wanted and I got it. So why did I feel&amp;nbsp;so shitty afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;
His words&amp;nbsp;repeatedly came back&amp;nbsp;to my&amp;nbsp;thoughts for years...&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I&#39;m&amp;nbsp; going home to my girlfriend to make love to her.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I never saw him again after that night, but I&#39;ve never forgotten what he taught me after he gave me what I wanted... Great sex and good fucking doesn&#39;t mean the same thing as &#39;Making Love&#39;!&lt;/div&gt;
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What is going on? Is it possible that what I thought was real, isn&#39;t real at all?&lt;br /&gt;
Is Malina my alter ego, or am I actually hers?&lt;br /&gt;
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There was something &#39;Magical&#39; about the dream I had with Malina in control. &lt;br /&gt;
Today, I feel like a new person. My day was very productive and&amp;nbsp;I feel something has changed within me. I do believe that one can&#39;t know good unless they have some knowledge of evil.&lt;br /&gt;
If all one has ever known are good feelings then one&#39;s coping skills, when bad hings happen would most likely be below average.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having said that, I don&#39;t agree in being bombarded with shit after shit, year after year.&lt;br /&gt;
That is not healthy at all, even if it&#39;s in the name of wisdom!&lt;br /&gt;
I have never been into drama and chaos. I&#39;m methodical and I plan ahead. &lt;br /&gt;
I respect&amp;nbsp;failures and victories. I have my opinion but&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t judge! &lt;br /&gt;
Malina is the opposite. She judges and never gives a second chance. I sometimes wish I could be that way...&lt;br /&gt;
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My up-bringing was all about being considerate and thoughtful towards others first. &lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Never wait to be asked to help&#39;. When you see a need, you must act fast to help! &lt;br /&gt;
It sounds great, doesn&#39;t it?&amp;nbsp;It is!&amp;nbsp;... For everyone else but thyself!&lt;br /&gt;
This is what Malina continuously argued with Danielle about. The two were always arguing over &#39;Right&#39; and &#39;Wrong&#39;. They were both always correct, if my opinion counts for anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Malina is no dummy. She is highly intuitive and instinctive with no remorse when she sees that a person is selfish. Danielle on the other hand, loves to be kind and nurturing. &lt;br /&gt;
She&#39;s well-educated, articulate, and very difficult to beat in an argument. &lt;br /&gt;
She always has the facts, that the next person was too lazy to dig and find.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the two of them agree, there can be no losing! They are both intimidating as hell and if it weren&#39;t for Chloe&#39;s sense of humor, everyone would be panic stricken.&lt;br /&gt;
Danielle is still silent for the moment and I&#39;m wondering if this is from a silent agreement the 4 have made behind my back!&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, they are not happy with the way I&#39;ve been driving them to their destination.&lt;br /&gt;
I can see why. After all, I&#39;ve allowed too many to distract my driving straight to the location they need to be!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, I have my own mind and my opinion counts. They can all say &#39;NO&#39; but if I say &#39;Yes&#39;, then ultimately... I have the last word and it&#39;s my action that counts. &lt;br /&gt;
Yes, I have failed them greatly. I&#39;ve never been afraid to own up to failures, but I have also brought them victories too and that should count for something!&lt;br /&gt;
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I will go with Malina for another walk tonight in dreamworld. I would like to see and understand why she is leading for now or if she is now the captain of the group. &lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t see Danielle staying silent for too long, but I could be wrong! &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m afraid to like what I didn&#39;t like before. I see that I&#39;m somewhat mutating&amp;nbsp;into something other than an evolved &#39;ME&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Throughout the years, when Malina would come out and deal with things rather than Danielle, things were always done quickly. Sometimes, people got hurt with words or by fist, but it was quick and all was worked out by Danielle later. She always had a way of smoothing things over after the storm and the terror that Malina caused. No real harm done unless the opponent had it coming! Malina was merciless in that way! Danielle gave and always took the pain away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Malina told me that I must take a different route to our destination now. No more fucking around with hitch hikers and the likes in the name of being a good samaritan.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Drive straight and fast&amp;nbsp;or you will be dismissed&quot; were her words to me.&lt;br /&gt;
What that means, I don&#39;t know and I&#39;m not worried. For as long as they exist, I shall exist. &lt;br /&gt;
I was able to taste what it&#39;s like to be in someone else&#39;s mind co-existing with another and...&lt;br /&gt;
what it&#39;s like to be them in my mind and body.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps, it&#39;s my turn to be driven around and ride as a passenger. &lt;br /&gt;
I know this much, if I make an agreement then&amp;nbsp;I must honor it and sometimes, things can&#39;t go back to the way they used to be! &lt;br /&gt;
Malina will make sure to tempt me soon...&lt;br /&gt;
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I spent a good amount of time licking her toes and worshipping her feet. &lt;br /&gt;
I had never been into feet but I sure love hers. She keeps them well manicured and smelling so good, I couldn&#39;t help myself but devour them as well as the rest of her.&lt;br /&gt;
I was in lust over her curvaceous body and my hands were happy to feel every inch of her!&lt;br /&gt;
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Once I knew she was beyond ready for me to feed on, I started working my way back up between her legs...&lt;br /&gt;
I teased her just a little bit more by licking around her &#39;V&#39; area, and gently using that circular motion.&lt;br /&gt;
I then began to lightly suck it as she watched me.&lt;br /&gt;
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To entice her even more, I made sure she could see my tongue flipping around between her &#39;V&#39; lips and the entrance of her magical cave of love.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m now having my way with her, except it&#39;s exactly the way she likes it!&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I felt her legs tighten, I knew she was close to having an orgasm. I then began to use a little more pressure with my mouth and tongue. I went faster according to&amp;nbsp;how hard she was grinding against my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
It only took but a few seconds and she arrived with a &#39;Blast&#39;!&lt;br /&gt;
I devoured all her sweet juice until she had no choice but to try and squirm away from me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was just getting started...&lt;br /&gt;
I mounted her and slammed myself deep inside her! She inhaled and moaned then grabbed my shoulders to get better leverage. She wrapped both her legs around my waistline and began to squeeze, as she held on for the ride. Our rhythm was in perfect unison!&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything was perfect. Her body underneath mine; her scent; her beautiful eyes looking deeply into mine and even the lighting in the room was majestic!&lt;br /&gt;
I kept going until she arrived the second time. We were both drenched with sweat...&#39;Love Sweat&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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I maintained my control and fetched her a towel to dry her off with.&lt;br /&gt;
Her body was laying there glistening, I had to admire it with my eyes prior to drying her off.&lt;br /&gt;
I still can&#39;t believe I&#39;m with her again! &lt;br /&gt;
She was on her stomach, draped over the edge of the bed&amp;nbsp;and my mind was telling me to mount her from the rear and go again, but I didn&#39;t. &lt;br /&gt;
Instead, I gave her a massage to relax her even more until she fell into a deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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The few things I know about myself is that I&#39;m good with my hands; my mouth and very talented at pleasing my woman because I enjoy doing that. She is now my &#39;woman&#39; and I am her &#39;man&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
I will let her sleep for a little bit, then wake her up with a nice surprise...&lt;br /&gt;
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My goal for today is to make her experience arrival after arrival until she is completely spent!&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t know her name for 22 days, so today I want her to forget her name at least 22 times!&lt;br /&gt;
She will be punished with so much love, she will never, ever want to leave my site again.&lt;br /&gt;
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For now, I will watch her sleep and enjoy her beauty along with that sensuous scent of hers.&lt;br /&gt;
Tick, Tock... She has an hour to rest and then I shall devour her again in ways that only &#39;I&#39; can imagine!&lt;br /&gt;
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For now, Malina is dominating in a bad way and I&#39;m torn between doing right or doing wrong in accordance to &#39;The Codes&#39;...&lt;br /&gt;
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I had dreams again last night, but this time I wasn&#39;t me. I was Malina and she had full control of my body.&lt;br /&gt;
The strange thing was that, it was my body yet it looked different.&lt;br /&gt;
It was as if Malina and I traded places! She became me and I became her.&lt;br /&gt;
This sounds outrageous, but it kind of felt good that she was in control and the roles were reversed.&lt;br /&gt;
I felt safe inside her mind and her taking control of the physical.&lt;br /&gt;
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The dream was somewhat twisted...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Malina was dressed in a caramel color, hooded trench coat with nothing on underneath.&lt;br /&gt;
She was completely naked and exposed as she walked down the streets.&lt;br /&gt;
It was night time and even the scoundrels didn&#39;t bother her. She walked freely and untouchable.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would question her on our safety and she would satisfy me with the words &quot;When I&#39;m in control, no one will fuck with us!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
She made me feel safe with those words, and I can&#39;t explain why, but I was really liking the ride!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This thing with Malina and I ...&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t explain any of it.&lt;br /&gt;
During my waking moments, I&#39;m the &#39;Driver&#39;, who has my body to use as the vehicle my 4 Alter egos to be driven in.&lt;br /&gt;
Last night during the dream, Malina was in full control of me and with her own vehicle..&lt;br /&gt;
A different body than what mine looks like, it was her own creation of a physical body!&lt;br /&gt;
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I was intrigued and impressed by it all, but how was that possible?&lt;br /&gt;
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I had no clue where she was taking me, but I was there with her... inside her head!&lt;br /&gt;
It was the opposite of how it is in real life.&lt;br /&gt;
There she was, walking with a mighty focus and there I was seeing and thinking independently yet dependent on her!&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it was enough to make any one&#39;s mind snap. I had wondered if this was a form of digression on my part?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone we passed just looked and moved out of the way! It was awesome to feel such power!&lt;br /&gt;
I knew I was dreaming but it was a good dream this time.&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t have any worries at all. I was just along for the ride and it felt great not to be on guard every second.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Malina took me for a walk all over town. The rich part of town and the rough part of town.&lt;br /&gt;
There were people everywhere. The ones from the rough part of town all seemed to know who she was.&lt;br /&gt;
They didn&#39;t seem to look surprised by her exposed body under the wide opened trench coat.&lt;br /&gt;
She walked as though she owned it all and the pathetic people were nothing more than her laborers and slaves.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her walk was with weight but to me, it felt like we were floating.&lt;br /&gt;
The moon was full and quite eerie, which I never liked before.&lt;br /&gt;
Malina told me she had things to show me and many more walks to take with me, as things slowly get disclosed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is going on? Is it possible that what I thought was real, isn&#39;t real at all?&lt;br /&gt;
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Is Malina my alter ego, or am I hers?&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not sleeping much lately&amp;nbsp;and when I do, I have Malina dictating things inside my 
head that I don&#39;t agree with! &lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s almost as if she&#39;s brain washing me and 
so far, it&#39;s starting to work little by little...&lt;br /&gt;
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Malina has found a new territory to try to conquer,&amp;nbsp;my sub-conscious! (dream state of mind).&lt;br /&gt;
I would like to think she can&#39;t use &#39;inception&#39; to get to my deep sub-conscience level,&amp;nbsp;but that would be foolish of me! &lt;br /&gt;
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I was always superb at &#39;lucid&#39; dreaming, but that took practice nonetheless, and I became good at it!&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s been many years that I have been dreaming&amp;nbsp;in color and remembering details,&amp;nbsp;that sometimes... Nobody ought to remember!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the past 8 years, my dreams have been getting weirder and weirder. &lt;br /&gt;
They are very scary and vivid dreams!&lt;br /&gt;
I dream of a masked man with a knife, who chases me until I have no choice but to let him kill me or jump off the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;
I dream of strange faces and afterwards, I&amp;nbsp;see those same faces a few weeks later!&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a few nights ago, I woke up all dressed up as if I was going somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t have a clue as to where I had planned on going, but I was dressed to go somewhere! &lt;br /&gt;
If it wasn&#39;t for the fact that&amp;nbsp;my cat woke me up, I don&#39;t know where I would have ended up!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many things are being juggled through my mind, I can hardly keep track now.&lt;br /&gt;
As a the &#39;Driver&#39;, I have no clue as to where I will end up with the wheel in my hands...&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know weather I ought to turn left, right, go straight or weather I should just stay still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have woken up from my own voice, talking out loud during a dream! &lt;br /&gt;
I have no clue what all these dreams mean, but they must mean something!&lt;br /&gt;
The sub-conscious is always trying to give us a hint of what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;
I must pay attention, very close attention!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have also found myself drifting off during my waking moments, only to find myself in a dream-like stage...&lt;br /&gt;
Not a good sign, if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing happens for no reason, everything has a meaning. &lt;br /&gt;
Not many want to acknowledge that, but I do!&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps, I have lost it. I don&#39;t know. All I know is that I&#39;m a target for the moment by something I can&#39;t figure out. To those that are spiritual, you might say it&#39;s demonic.&lt;br /&gt;
To those that are scientific, you may say that it&#39;s emotional trauma.&lt;br /&gt;
Watever it may be, my suspicion is that&amp;nbsp;Malina is behind it all the way, but I could be wrong and maybe, just being paranoid!&lt;br /&gt;
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My dreams are very real and scary to me. &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m trying to figure out how it may affect my judgement for the betterment of the rest of my &#39;Alter Egos&#39;, that is if they are all still intact!&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m starting to feel desperation now, and I never believed in desperation! &lt;br /&gt;
I had to learn the hard way that one must stay calm and stay ten steps ahead, but I feel like I&#39;m loosing ground. &lt;br /&gt;
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Malina seems to be winning with her twisted yet logical&amp;nbsp;views. &lt;br /&gt;
I can only hope and pray that I&#39;m stronger than I had ever hoped to be. &lt;br /&gt;
This is surely the hardest battle I&#39;ve ever had to undergo.&lt;br /&gt;
Dreams... They may not seem to mean much to you, but they mean the world to me!&lt;br /&gt;
They have made me who I am today and all that I&#39;ve accomplished! &lt;br /&gt;
To some, they are mambo jumbo nonsense, but to me? &lt;br /&gt;
They are as real as taxes and death!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What will happen in the next 7 days is unknown. &lt;br /&gt;
All I know, is that I must make changes and choices that deal with some unpleasant things and I will be the one responsible, no matter what Malina suggests or doesn&#39;t suggest!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How I wish for little Amy to speak out...&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, if Danielle would say one word, like &#39;NO!&#39; that would help me a lot!&lt;br /&gt;
For now, Malina is dominating in a bad way and I&#39;m torn between doing right or doing wrong in accordance to &#39;The Codes&#39;...&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m still able to distinguish her thoughts from my own, but I grow weary with 
each constant struggle... &lt;br /&gt;
I find myself fighting against her intrusions, with 
every ounce of energy that I have.&lt;br /&gt;
I must regain control over my body and 
mind, if I don&#39;t...&lt;br /&gt;
May God forgive the things that I may do wrong!&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m now feeling very desolate in my attempts to get the closest people to understand the struggle that I face. Slowly but surely, I&#39;m wanting and needing solitude. Not knowing which directions I must &#39;drive&#39; my 4 Alter Egos is driving me deeper into the abyss.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are still no communication with Amy, Chloe and Daniele. It is only Malina who speaks!&lt;br /&gt;
Each day brings me closer to Malina defeating me in my quest to complete my job, which is to drive them to their destination of &#39;Peace and Unity&#39;. I feel alone and very close to being desperate in my fight to survive in my physical body as myself, &#39;the driver&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Each day, Malina suggests that I should leave everyone behind who cares about me. &lt;br /&gt;
She tells me that they only care because I do things for them and always have. &lt;br /&gt;
I have been the &#39;driver&#39; and the &#39;provider&#39; along with being able to make sense of things, most can&#39;t even fathom!&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;m tired now...&lt;br /&gt;
Too many hurts inflicted by those who were supposed to have loved me, and those that I trusted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is indeed what I think about... &lt;br /&gt;
What&amp;nbsp;would it be like to sleep permanently, so that I don&#39;t have to look after the four of them or anyone else for that matters!&lt;br /&gt;
Is it wrong? I have always been the type to work at everything, especially understanding and forgiveness. That was Danielle&#39;s influence but now that she has been silent, all I hear is Malina&#39;s plans to flee from everyone!&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not afraid to die but I&#39;m afraid to let Malina take over! I would rather have Danielle&amp;nbsp;be in charge. She is Intelligent and responsible. She is compassionate and accepting. She is logical and trustworthy. &lt;br /&gt;
Malina used to be, with the exceptions of her temper. She used to be protective of Amy and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, she is counting the days when she can find&amp;nbsp; a good reason to &#39;Punish&#39; and &#39;Hurt&#39; back!&lt;br /&gt;
She has some very valid points of argument there! I mean really, how much can little Amy and the rest take? That includes me, in the physical!&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not sleeping much and when I do, I have Malina dictating things inside my head that I don&#39;t agree with! &lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s almost as if she is brain washing me and so far, it&#39;s starting to work little by little...&lt;br /&gt;
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Malina is surely the one that has been running the show lately. I can sense her anger getting stronger and her resentment&amp;nbsp; becoming more malicious by the day. She seems to have no more regards towards living by her&amp;nbsp;codes.&amp;nbsp;She seems to be transforming and mutating into a different character than what she used to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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This scares me, because she seems to have an even darker side than what she had before!&lt;br /&gt;
The things she would&amp;nbsp;have never considered of doing, she is now&amp;nbsp;considering.&lt;br /&gt;
She feels different to me in a very eerie way. Destructive and no longer with any sense of that &#39;protective&#39; nature that she had before. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know if she has snapped and if it&#39;s too late...&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what my job as &#39;The driver&#39; now entails. &lt;br /&gt;
I haven&#39;t heard anything from Amy herself, but I was wrong about her, Chloe&amp;nbsp;and Danielle being gone. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;
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I caught a glimpse of Amy and Chloe this weekend, but only for a brief moment.&lt;br /&gt;
I also heard from Danielle, which gave me some peace. I sensed that Danielle wasn&#39;t happy about a few things but she wasn&#39;t clear on what they were.&lt;br /&gt;
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If all three are still existing , then there has to be some hope of straightening Malina out.&lt;br /&gt;
With Amy quiet and aloof, this could only mean she has been hurt deeply. &lt;br /&gt;
Then there is Chloe , who is not her usual self either. Did she get hurt too?&lt;br /&gt;
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My mind is going into over-drive with all this silence from the three of them.&lt;br /&gt;
Could they be angry with me, their physical driver? Could I have done something to hurt them in my quest to get them to their final destination? &lt;br /&gt;
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I have been perplexed for quite some time now. I&#39;m doing a lousy job at&amp;nbsp;keeping them together as a team within myself, which has never happened before!&lt;br /&gt;
I know that if Malina decides to take it out on me, then I will have to &#39;Fight&#39; her with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;
That will not be easy, as we are all connected and know each other&#39;s weaknesses and strengths.&lt;br /&gt;
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Malina is capable of doing things that I&#39;m not. If she wins, it could destroy me physically!&lt;br /&gt;
If that happens, then none of them shall arrive at their destination.&lt;br /&gt;
For the moment, I still have my own distinct thoughts, but for how long?&lt;br /&gt;
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Malina is very persuasive with her convictions and now that Danielle is staying silent, there is no one to argue Malina&#39;s ideas. It seems to be between her and I now, and she is rapidly taking over each day.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m still able to distinguish her thoughts from my own, but I grow weary with the constant struggle... &lt;br /&gt;
I find myself fighting against her intrusions, with every ounce of energy that I have.&lt;br /&gt;
I must&amp;nbsp;regain control over my body and mind, if I don&#39;t...&lt;br /&gt;
May God forgive the things that I may do wrong!&lt;br /&gt;
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