BC-1024 Fit To Be Tied by Robert Vickers


Foreword


Outwardly, most Americans maintain the strait-laced middle-class look
that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.

There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There
is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism
of social drinking. Then, of course, them is the advent of sexual
fantasies brought to life.

FIT TO BE TIED is the story of one young woman, Laurine, who gradually
discovers that other people have some startling and perverse fantasies
they are desperate to play out. And she finds that she also enjoys them.
Her story is a mirror of a way of life behind many closed doors. No
facade, no regrets. Indeed, to Laurine, her behavior and fantasies
become a norm.

FIT TO BE TIED--a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page from our
restless society as food for serious thought.
- The Publisher 1977


Chapter 1


"You're only fifteen, aren't you?" the man asked.

The girl cringed a little at his touch. She wasn't sure she wanted him
moving his ringers in exactly the way he was doing. The fingertips were
brushing over her tits. She couldn't figure out if that was what was
bothering her or if she was actually attracted to him.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a priest."

"Yes, I know. But why are you looking at me like that?" Her voice
trembled just a little. She thought it was going to break until she
swallowed and took a firmer grip on her runaway emotions. The man wasn't
going to hurt her. She knew it.

"You're very pretty. Don't you like a man to admire you?"

She understood what the phrase "undressing with his eyes" meant. His
gaze was almost a physical thing on her lush body. She could sense him
staring boldly at her impudent tits, out-thrust and young and proud.

Even worse, he was allowing his eyes to caress the rest of her. He
missed nothing, from her brunette hair, glowing in the dim light of the
room, to her well-sculptured facial features, to her delicate neck. The
flare of her tits caused his breath to come a little faster but the trim
waist and very womanly hips were making him hard. Too hard.

He couldn't conceal his raging hard-on for much longer. The girl's
slender legs promised him paradise. For a fleeting instant he wondered
what it would be like having those lithe legs wrapped around his waist
while he was buried deep up her cunt, fucking the living hell out of
her.


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