Marcis Dark Fantasies Fulfilled in a Night of Passion and Desire

A night of passion and desire awaits Marci as her dark fantasies are fulfilled with a mysterious suitor

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Marcis Dark Fantasies Fulfilled in a Night of Passion and Desire Marci reluctantly hung up the phone. It certainly is a treat for her, to be talking to me again so soon, so late at night. She looks around her, dark, empty apartment wishing I was there with her. Turning on the lights and locking the door, she slowly goes towards the bedroom. She is remembering my sexy voice purring into the phone, explaining in explicit detail what I wanted to do to her when I fucked her. As we had privacy tonight, she gives it right back to me, telling me one of her darkest fantasies. Marci was not an aggressive lover, she hesitated to take control in bed, or climb up on top of me when we were together. I'm very aggressive in bed, taking control immediately. Tonight, on the phone, things are different. Marci mentioned to me that she would love for me to force myself on her. She told me in explicit detail, details that made her pussy wet just thinking about it and details that were sure to bring my cock to attention. While those are pleasant thoughts that we had shared, nothing could change the fact that I was hundreds of miles away, and it would be weeks until my next visit. This saddened her, as she would be completely alone until I returned to New York for another visit and certainly non-stop fucking, the fond memories I had left her of my last two visits lent her some encouragement. She opens the sliding doors to her balcony, letting the refreshing night air in, and headed for the bathroom. Steam fills the air, as hot water splashes from the faucet, filling the deep, claw-foot tub. A smile spreads across her lips, as she stretches her long arms, spilling lavender scented salts into the water. She closes her eyes, the scent filling the air, as she begins to hum along with the gentle music that seeps into her senses. She set the bottle of salts back on the counter, and reaches for the hem of her shirt. The silky soft material slipping over her head, and she tosses it into the laundry basket that sat next to the linen closet. …and then things took a turn

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