And I wonder as I lay here, in this sleepless field of dreams..

HELLO!

Somehow you've stumbled upon my blog, scraping the ends of the internet for something interesting.

Instead you found this.
I hope I don't put you to sleep.


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Anna Molly. (part two)
Dec 21, 2009 || 2:53 AM || comment?

Natalia was in no way the first woman he had, but she was undoubtedly the best. Never nervous, she always gave Viktor exactly what he wanted- and more. Despite having her, he still wanted others.

In the room adjacent to Viktor's, separated by the same wall that had the mirror, was the other side where the other girls were, forced to watch by means of the two-way mirror. Viewing was something they were subjected to, it being deemed beneficial to see Natalia and how she acted. Chairs were placed in a single file row, and supervision was nearby to ensure they wouldn’t look away or try to leave. A couple of them who had been exposed to this a few times before were silent throughout the whole ordeal, and perhaps processing what they saw in order to apply this in order to improve upon themselves. The rest sat still as well, but their composure was rigid, afraid to move for fear of what might happen to them. Their cheeks were flush with embarrassment, and their eyes were filled with tears. One of the girls had long blonde hair, reaching down to the middle of her back. Her hands were on her thighs, fingers digging into her skin. Her eyes too were filled with tears that began streaming down her cheeks. Her chest felt tight, and her wants betrayed her thoughts. The entire situation felt unreal, and yet through blurred vision she watched as Viktor continued his rhythmic movement, keeping Natalia pinned against the mirror so they could all see. She felt disgusted at what she saw, and even more disgusted at what she felt between her legs. One of the older girls at the end of the row couldn’t keep her feelings contained, so she shoved her hand down her shorts, but kept her eyes on Viktor. The only sounds were the rustle of her shorts and her panting breath. The blonde continued pressing her nails into her skin, desperate to not succumb to such shameful actions.

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