Charity Events

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Charity wiped her brow and then closed her word processing program. She always seemed to get steamed up when she wrote her erotica. Before turning off the computer, she checked her email again to see if any readers had responded. Her inbox was empty and she sighed with disappointment. She had posted a new story last week and had gotten feedback from only five people, despite all of the vast thousands of people who had visited, and presumably read, her story. "Assholes," she thought.

It was late, so she decided to call it quits for the night. She left the computer on and padded down the hall to shower and prepare for bed. Finished with her shower, she padded back to her room and crawled into bed, pulling the covers up and snuggling in.

It was not sugarplums that danced in Charity's head as she slept. Her dreams were filled instead with chains and manacles and writhing naked bodies. It was these dreams that fed her stories and fueled her creative plots. In this night's dream, a young woman was stretched tightly on the outside of a huge wheel. The wheel slowly rotated, taking the naked beauty into the air and then down the other side before returning her to her starting point. On one side, when she was upright, a metal clamp would be placed somewhere on her tender flesh. On the other side, when she was upside down, another tormentor would lash at her exposed and vulnerable flesh with a short, but very effective whip.

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