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My Unnatural Desires at the Dude Ranch
(Kim Hardwick)

Eventually, her family would have to deal with the fact that Kim was going to live her life the way she wanted; by her rules.  It wasn't going to be easy, and there would be difficulties along the way, but in the end, she couldn't say no to her body.  What she wanted more than anything, more than having a child or a family of her own was Damian inside her.  Damian physically dominating her and filling her like no man could.  Just recalling her first time, got her so wet, she knew she would have to find release soon.  She let her mind wander back to the first time, while drawing her hands down to the hem of her panties.  Inching slowly towards her clit, her fingers would be a proxy for Damian.  Her vagina was still sore from last night, but right now, her need to prove to her imaginary lover that her feminine orifice would always be available for his erection, was just too compelling.  She knew she couldn't use Thor again; her vagina needed time to heal.  But her clit was at the ready, waiting.



Her mind wandered back to that day at the farm with Maria.  Closing her eyes and letting her fingers do the walking, as her dad used to say, Kim, let out a moan when her womanhood was reached.  The utter depravity of her memories only served to increase her ardor.  She was thankful for the privacy of her apartment, as well as the soundproofing of the walls.  Her orgasm, when it came, would be noisy.  Recalling her initial encounter with Damian always produced a visceral and mind numbing release.  The details of that tryst never failed to arouse her, even if it were only as a memory.



Even now, sitting facing the computer monitor, her panties soaked, her breathing ragged and her nipples painfully erect Kim knew she was close; so very close.  The depravity of her desires fed the fuels for the earth shattering orgasm only a few finger thrusts away.  Her mouth silently mouthed the name Damian, even as she squirmed, squeezing her legs tight; trapping her hand and fingers, imagining that they were her missing equine lover.   



Suddenly, Kim got up and turned to her bed.  She laid face down, her behind sticking up, her hand vigorously attacking her clitoris, neither giving quarter, nor accepting it.  She knew that being in the submissive position, even if only in a masturbatory release would be the way to remember her missing lover.  She was born to be dominated sexually and the love of her life was born to dominate her.  She realized that from the beginning.  Her exposed womanhood, not offering any resistance to her manic fingers, was desperately trying to recapture the memory of that night when her forbidden lover fulfilled her innermost feminine longings.  Her fingers tried to recapture the memory of her womanhood being pounded by a lover who had no concept of guilt or remorse; a lover whose only predicate was finding a willing female to accept his seed.  In Kim, he found such a lover.