ppaddleman
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Suburban housewives kidnap fantasies (open to new members)
Character.
Jim
Height 5'10 , age 35 Single . Own business but still, not paticularly successful with girls
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I'd been down to the local pick up, with the usual non success.
And I was now drunk. I left the car where it was and grabbed the sleeping bag and swayed over to Sams place. Sam was a batchelor like me but had recently gotten himself engaged to a lovely girl. And he always had a spare couch for drunk friends like me.
We both downed a few drinks before hitting the sack and I congratulated him on his engagement and moaned about my own lack of success. "Id do just about anything to get laid right now" I burst out at one point.
Sam gave me a few furtive, secritive looks before droping his strange secret.
"I can actually get you all the pussy you want if you really are prepared to do anything. "Huh"? was all I could get out.
But Sam had produced a thick envelope and scattered a few files and photos on the table. They appeared to be the usual bondage sex photos untill Sam explained things.
These girls are a type of wife swap club. They are into various kidnap and BDSM fantasies but most of their husbands can't face the idea of anything but the gentlest regular sex.
So, what they used to do was have a couple of the husbands who did, actually kidnap and bondage fuck the others on a regular basis. Unfortunately those husbands divorced and left them. Thats how I got the envelope. I've been kidnapping these housewives, once a month or so, fucking them, and then just returting them without their husbands being any the wiser.
Now that I'm engaged I can't do this any more.
He passed over the envelope. All the information is in there. The wives phone numbers, thier taste in kinky sex, the lot. You cater to the kidnap and bondage, fantasies of these wives and, in return, you get laid. But you don't get the regular vanillia sex. And you don't get a girlfriend either. You just get laid. And these girls are not about to leave thier husbands and kids. This is just a once a month fantasy for them.
I flicked through the envelopes contents. "Is this how you got the envelope? From one of those husbands?". "It' is. I'm just passing on the baton. I'm getting married in three months and no way I'm going to continue this. You just have to ring ONE of these girls and tell them that you will be kidnapping them in future. They will tell one another"
I slowly put the papers back in the envelope, looked at Sam, and shrugged. "Might as well try it" I said. "If its the only way I can get laid right now."
Thus it was that I ended up, driving my van home the next day, with a strange, mysterious, envelope, on my passanger seat and a strange feeling in he pit of my stomach. Sam was completely honest of course. But nonetheless, I was wondering how much of this was on the level.
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Character.
Jim
Height 5'10 , age 35 Single . Own business but still, not paticularly successful with girls
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I'd been down to the local pick up, with the usual non success.
And I was now drunk. I left the car where it was and grabbed the sleeping bag and swayed over to Sams place. Sam was a batchelor like me but had recently gotten himself engaged to a lovely girl. And he always had a spare couch for drunk friends like me.
We both downed a few drinks before hitting the sack and I congratulated him on his engagement and moaned about my own lack of success. "Id do just about anything to get laid right now" I burst out at one point.
Sam gave me a few furtive, secritive looks before droping his strange secret.
"I can actually get you all the pussy you want if you really are prepared to do anything. "Huh"? was all I could get out.
But Sam had produced a thick envelope and scattered a few files and photos on the table. They appeared to be the usual bondage sex photos untill Sam explained things.
These girls are a type of wife swap club. They are into various kidnap and BDSM fantasies but most of their husbands can't face the idea of anything but the gentlest regular sex.
So, what they used to do was have a couple of the husbands who did, actually kidnap and bondage fuck the others on a regular basis. Unfortunately those husbands divorced and left them. Thats how I got the envelope. I've been kidnapping these housewives, once a month or so, fucking them, and then just returting them without their husbands being any the wiser.
Now that I'm engaged I can't do this any more.
He passed over the envelope. All the information is in there. The wives phone numbers, thier taste in kinky sex, the lot. You cater to the kidnap and bondage, fantasies of these wives and, in return, you get laid. But you don't get the regular vanillia sex. And you don't get a girlfriend either. You just get laid. And these girls are not about to leave thier husbands and kids. This is just a once a month fantasy for them.
I flicked through the envelopes contents. "Is this how you got the envelope? From one of those husbands?". "It' is. I'm just passing on the baton. I'm getting married in three months and no way I'm going to continue this. You just have to ring ONE of these girls and tell them that you will be kidnapping them in future. They will tell one another"
I slowly put the papers back in the envelope, looked at Sam, and shrugged. "Might as well try it" I said. "If its the only way I can get laid right now."
Thus it was that I ended up, driving my van home the next day, with a strange, mysterious, envelope, on my passanger seat and a strange feeling in he pit of my stomach. Sam was completely honest of course. But nonetheless, I was wondering how much of this was on the level.
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