It was a late tuesday, and Jay sat alone at the counter. He was slouched over, his head fuzzy and pounding as he downed another shot. The man wasn't drunk- no, not yet. But he was determined to be. Anne passed him, waving her hips in such a fashion that she seemed to be flaunting her ass. Jay couldn't help but notice. He felt a shiver down his spine, imagining what he could do to that ass. Amidst his day dreaming, Anne was watching him. She saw this strange, haggard young man daily, always looking so lost. All she wanted was to show him a good time, but she was a shy woman, and had never done such a thing.
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The Rough And Gentle Night
FantasyA lonely man and a bartender decide that tonight is their night, after days of flirting. Jay, a drifter with a large domination/sadism kink, decides to treat Anne with respect. Anne spends her night with Jay, losing her virginity to the mysterious m...
