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The Man Who Will Never Love You- Unrequited love is a hell of a thing. No matter what you do, you can never make him love you. He knows it too, and is more than happy to string you along. He knows you're desperate for his attention, and he'll let you go too far to get it. He'll text you drunk at 1 am, asking you to come over. He'll let you cook him dinner, then call you a good friend, but still let you suck his cock after dessert. He'll flirt with your friends right in front of you, then ghost you for a week. He'll ask you to do that thing you said you never would, and you'll do it for him. Why does he do it? Maybe he's being strung along by someone else. Maybe he's just a piece of shit. He's a scumbag, but if you've made it this far, I guess you're kinda into that. So what are you willing to do to get him to love you? How far will you go? Will you give into him? Do what he wants and try to make him happy? Or will you go in the opposite direction, and kidnap him, forcing him to love you as you take what you want? Up to you!

Prostitute and a Business Man- I'm only in town for a few days while I oversee a corporate merger. I'm tired, and lonely, getting ready to head back to my hotel for the night, when a coworker gives me a card, saying to call it if I need a companion. I head back to my suite, and sit on the edge of my bed, contemplating, for a moment, if I'm ready to take this leap. Finally, I take a deep breath, pull out my phone and send a text to the number. "Are you free tonight?"

Playing with Your Toys- It took you a few minutes to answer. The cop was just about to knock again when you finally open the door. He's a young officer, relatively new on the force, not used to all the shit you see around town. He looks flustered when he sees you. "Ahem. Um... Good evening ma'am," he says, trying not to look as you stand in the doorway in your lacey red slip, with the over-poured glass of pinot noir in your hand. You look directly at him, as if you were going to eat him alive. You probably could, if you wanted to. You smile, and he blushes. "Um, sorry to bother you, we're canvasing the neighborhood looking for a missing man. Late 20's, broad shoulders, sandy blonde hair. You haven't seen anyone fitting his description, have you?" He hands you a photo of me. You take it, letting your finger trace against the back of his hand ever so briefly. "Oh goodness, how terrible. I hope everyone's ok." A small bump comes from the house. The officer notices. "Sorry miss, is there anyone else at home with you? We're asking everyone..." A small sigh. A sip of wine. "No, it's just me. If you MUST know, I was just playing with my... well... my toy." you wink at him. He swallows. "Can I keep this?" you ask, holding the photo up. "Just incase I see him?" He nods. "Yes ma'am, And uh- please let us know if you see anything. Enjoy your um... evening." You turn back into the house, as you close the door. "Oh, I will." You walk back through the hall, your footsteps thumping on the floor. You open the door down into the basement, taking each step slowly, savoring it as you sip your wine. "Some one's looking for you, my little toy." You say, slowly, confidently, as you reach the bottom of the stairs. I look over at you, barely able to mutter a whimper. I sit naked, arms and legs tied to the chair, gagged by a strip of cloth as the mechanical pocket stroker whirs and pumps, up and down. You throw my photo on the ground in front of me. I struggle to make eye contact as you lean forward in front of me. I can smell the wine on your breath as you trace a finger down my bare chest. "I told him you and I were going to have all kinds of fun."

A Hard Deal to Refuse- I park my car out front, and sat in the drivers seat for a second as I admire the estate. I'm still getting used to being around all this money. I let out a sigh and grab the bottle of wine on the passenger seat. I don't want to be here. I have better offers, and more exciting invitations, but my COO encouraged me, told me that it would be worth my time. It better be. I walk up the steps to the large double doors. They open before I can knock. There he is. He looks older than I expected. Not old, just older. He shakes my hand, invites me in, thanks me for the wine. Dinner's this way, but first, he wants me to meet his wife. My heart seizes in my chest when you walk in. You are stunning. Much more attractive than your husband in a sleek dress with a high slit on the leg. It's hard to focus on much else once you walk in. Your husband doesn't like doing business on an empty stomach, so we eat first. You sit next to me, and he serves the wine I brought, It's ok. Not nearly as exciting as you. At one point, you drop your napkin in my lap, and I could swear your hand lingered... But no. time for business. You say you'll meet us in the study in a minute. You want to freshen up. I'm sad to see you go, but can't help but sneak a peak as you walk away. I'm so distracted I don't notice your husband's smile. In the study, we chat some, then your husband offers me some whisky. It's better than the wine. I take a sip, and he finally gets down to the reason we're here. "I know you have better offers than my original proposal." he says. "That's why I'd like to offer a little more. Make ours more competitive." The door opens. "But money is only part of the equation. Someone will always be able to offer more money. It will be never ending. A night mare." You walk in, my mouth goes dry. You're no longer in the dress, now wearing an equally elegant, strappy lingerie body suit. What is happening. "I'm not one for nightmares." he says, you stand in front of my chair, your hand on my knee, tracing up toward my knee as you get down on your knees. "I much prefer to make the good dreams come true." Your fingers are feather light, a tease, grazing, just enough to send a shiver up my spine as you reach for my belt buckle. How can I say no?