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kidnapping fantasy

Trunk a bitch, that is my kidnapping fantasy. I fell asleep last night watching 48 hours and all night I kept up with this same dream. I felt so real that I woke up in a cold sweat and feeling like I wanted to make sure that someone paid for my lack of sleep. I love being an accomplice to all you dirty Men, but this is my dirty little secret. If you keep it to yourself, I will share all the sordid details.

The streetlights have been on for 15 minutes and she was rushing to get home, but tonight she lost track of time. Not hard on these long summer nights to find yourself a little pre-occupied. The boy down the street kissed her. Touched her in places she didn’t even know possible. Her panties so wet that she would have to hide them or say she got caught in the sprinklers on the way home. One smell and anyone would know that was a deep scent that only comes from creaming your undies.  She might have had fingers in her pussy, but she was still sweet cherry pie, well for now she was.

Pulling her in the van, she is the perfect kidnapping fantasy.

I love the fantasies of rape, torture, and in the end, snuff.  Taking her to the cabin in the woods. The bed was one of those that the previous victims had already stained the mattress. When she was tied down, her screams made the animals sing out in pain for her. I might look like a sweet girl, but the darkness runs deep in this mind of mine. Yanking her legs wider, is it bad that I didn’t want to wake from this kidnapping fantasy this morning? I might not have a dick to penetrate her, but my fist worked out just fine.