1. 18 months of nothing PART 2


    Date: 8/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Romance, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    wholesome community to bash your face into the concrete. To the door mongrel. I do not wish to stain this good and honest shopkeeper's floor with your blood.” “You don't tell me what to do.” said the man even as he was indeed going to the door just as Richie had commanded him. Richie had to stay calm and collected. He had to ignore Kate pulling on his arm to get him to just run for it. He had to ignore the fact that there was a good chance the police would later be called and he'd have to explain himself. He had to focus on his opponent and what he would do. Did he have a gun? Probably not but you could never tell. The man was wearing jeans so Richie wouldn't have to worry about leg attacks. He was wearing tennis shoes so there was practically no protection for his feet. If he kept his jacket on, it meant that his punches would be slower but that could change if he took it off. Richie of course would never dream of fighting in his full overcoat. That came off and he went all the way down to his dress shirt. He unbuttoned his cuffs and started to roll them up without ever taking his eyes off his opponent as he did so. The other guy was talking a lot of trash but Richie had switched into fight mode the second he felt the cold air from the exterior of the building hit his face. He was almost like a machine now. Even Kate's voice couldn't reach his ear. All there was for him was the sorry sack of meat that was going to be on the other end of an ass kicking. Richie didn't want to ...
    fight in his shoes but he had no choice. At least his shoes offered some protection as a trade off for the loss of better traction. This was a pair of shoes he wore often for walks so they were well broken in at this point. His well made slacks offered plenty of give so he could chamber his kicks as high as he wanted. The best fights were the ones that were as short as possible and didn't tip off the enemy that you used martial arts against them. Richie positioned himself by the window. A well placed wall could be a useful weapon in a fight. He didn't want to get anyone's car damaged either. The hard part wasn't really winning the fight. He had already won if you stopped to think about it. The hardest part was trying to make sure the dumbass who challenged him didn't get killed before it was all over. The two combatants stood staring at each other. The older guy was still saying something but all Richie offered him in return was a stone cold stare. Finally asshole must have been finished talking because he did a couple of fake punches to see if Richie would flinch. Richie didn't. He could see very well that the punches from that distance had no chance of even connecting, much less hurting him. He was going to reserve his energy for the real fight, something the bouncing fool who was constantly throwing his arms in the air didn't understand. At last a real punch was thrown and it was telecast so far in advance that Richie actually found that he had time to decide what exactly ...
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