1. Mr. Lucky


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: 90lbsofDynamite, Rating: 55, Source: sexstories.com

    Mr. Lucky Millie Dynamite The town was far removed from the problems of the big city. What little crime occurred in the sleepy hamlet was of the misdemeanor variety. Boys dreamed of running away from the community while the girls dreamed of marrying the local boys and running off with them. That night was no different than ten thousand others that had proceeded it. The local movie theater ran features on both screens, two showings of each feature that evening. After all, it was Saturday. The young projectionist locked the doors once everyone had left and watched as the owner drove off throwing him a wave. The projectionist turned to the janitor and he cleaned up the mess. Shortly after he began he heard the old clock in the town square start chiming out the hour, twelve mournful clangs intoned the midnight hour. He could barely hear the bell ring out as he swept up the last of the popcorn. Carefully he placed the garbage in the dumpsters in the back and looked up at the overcast clouds. He could just make out the dim glow through the dense cloud cover of the full moon. Looking around he saw thin curls of fog seemingly rising from the ground, in a few moments, he stared at the vacant lot behind the theater the fog grew. He rushed in to mop quickly and head for home. He hated walking through thick fog and he had a feeling this was going to be heavy. He ran up the stairs to the booth and gathered up his books, placing them quickly in the leather satchel. It was called a soft ...
    briefcase, but he thought it looked like a purse – he hated it but being a gift from his mother he always carried it. Moving from the booth he caught his reflection in the office doors glass windows. Shit – I look like some fag carrying a purse. He had to figure out a way to lose the damn thing. He walked at a brisk pace down the stairs. Looking at the glass doors, he couldn’t even see across the street. A thick fog hung over the streets like a blanket of white. He locked the door behind him and began to walk toward home. A pair of large dark eyes watched him – hungry, lustful eyes. Softly she moved from the recessed door of the jewelry store. Sneakers softly followed the boy. They squeaked, but so softly that the fog swallowed up the sound. He walked at a brisk pace he wanted to get home fast. He hated the fog it had an eerie effect on him. He decided to cut through City Park, a small play zone for children. He would cross the stream at the old bridge. It was the fastest way to his house he walked on the boards of the old wooden covered bridge, the stream below babbled as the water rushed over rocks. He didn’t hear her the water was too loud and she walked softly. Pain jumped on his head as he walked from under the cover of the bridge. A sharp crack on the right side of the back of his head knocked him to the ground. Pain spread across his head which became as foggy as the night air. “Don’t move your cracker ass, Mr. Lucky,” slowly he realized the voice was that of a female. A ...
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