Dreams of a Virgin Read Free

work which might have cost me a partnership. I got
a speeding ticket trying to get there on time. My refrigerator
broke down. My girlfriend told me she cheated on me with a younger
man.
    At least it was Friday. I was going to spend
the weekend at my cabin in the country. This way, I could put all
my bad thoughts behind me. Away from the rest of the world.
    Of course, it was pouring rain. My bags were
packed and ready to go. It took me an hour to get to my cabin. I
was leaving before it got dark.
    I was driving along, listening to a little
Kenny G. Suddenly, I came to a screeching halt.
    There was a soaking wet woman in the middle
of the road. Brunette. About 5' 7". Mid 20's. Very pretty. I pulled
off to the side and rolled down my window.
    “Thanks for stopping. My car broke down. Can
you give me a ride to the next town so I can get a tow?”
    “Sure. No problem. Hop in.”
    She did, and we were off.
    “Hi. My name’s Sarah.”
    “Jeff.” Suddenly something in me snapped. My
ex-girlfriend’s name was Sarah. My ex-girlfriend was a brunette.
Her voice sounded very similar.
    “So, where you going?”
    “To my cabin in the woods for the
weekend.”
    “Oh. Sounds relaxing.”
    The rest of the trip we talked. Only one
thought was on my mind: revenge. Revenge against my Sarah.
    We turned onto a dirt road that leads to my
cabin. She got a puzzled look on her face.
    “Where are we going?”
    “I figured you could call for a tow from my
cabin.”
    “Okay. That’ll work.”
    Of course, I had other intentions. We got out
and headed for the cabin. It was still raining. I unlocked the
door.
    “Go on in.”
    After we were in, I locked the door. She
picked up the phone. I took the phone from her hand and slammed it
down.
    “What are you doing?”
    I smacked her across the face hard, knocking
her unconscious. Just what I’d like to do to the other Sarah.
    When she came to, she was tied to a bed which
was propped up vertically against the wall. Her hands were tied to
her sides. Her legs were spread apart. She started screaming.
    “Help! Help!”
    “Scream all you want. No one can hear you out
here.”
    “What do you want?”
    “You.”
    I had a crazed look in my eyes. I started to
kiss softly around her face, from cheek to cheek. She started to
cry. I ran my finger across her lips. She tried to bite me, but
missed.
    Now, I got out a pair of scissors. As I
approached her, she knew what I was going to do and cried harder
and screamed louder. I cut the buttons off her blouse one at a
time, slowly. I cut up the sleeves to remove the blouse. She was
wearing a white lace see-through bra.
    I proceeded to her jeans. I started on the
outside of her right leg and slowly started upward. As I reached
the top, I struggled to get through. That’s when I noticed she was
wearing a belt. I unbuckled it and removed it. I moved to the left
leg. Slowly, I sheared the denim. I finally got through and removed
the garment.
    She was wearing white lace French panties.
Her legs were incredible. She continued to cry. Her voice was
quieter from all the screaming.
    I then planted one square on the lips, hard
and long. She resisted me. I took the scissors and cut her bra
straps. I cut the middle of the bra. I pulled back each side. Her
pale white breasts were so beautiful.
    I proceeded to what’s left: the panties. I
started cutting the right side, then the left. I pulled from the
front. Her sprout was beautifully shaven. She was now buck
naked.
    I started from her face and tenderly kissed
down her neck, her side, her hips, and outside her right leg. I
started up the inside of her leg. The closer I got to the top, the
less scared she got and the more excited she got.
    I skipped the happy spot, teasing her. I
started down the inside of the left leg. I started up the outside
of the leg, her hips, her waist.
    As I reached her breasts, I gently licked
around each nipple. She got more turned on. I then kissed her
cleavage. Finally, I worked my way back to