[arm outstretched, his aim is sure, his hand... steady]
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>click<
The television goes dark and silent.
Rising from the comfort of the overstuffed leather couch, I place the remote control on the coffee table, exchanging it for My glass of bourbon.
I move to the bedroom, where soft whimpers and mmmmphfffs have been emanating from for the past hour as I watched the previously recorded show from the DVR.
I pause for a moment, contemplating her fate, taking her beauty in. She's on her back, wrists together affixed to the headboard.
Her arms, pressed tightly against both sides of her head, covering her ears, holding those earbuds in place.
Her face is beautiful, but somehow, the red satin blindfold and leather plug gag make her even more breathtaking... somehow, obscuring certain features from Me,
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hiding them,
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. makes them even more alluring.
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How is that possible?
My eyes move slowly down her body, taking in every curve and line of her form. Except for the occassional moan or whimper from her over the humming of the vibrator, our home is silent.
Her breasts are perfect in shape, size and consistency... they scream to be tugged, massaged roughly and enjoyed. Her decision not to wear anything to cover them excites Me... she knows I like topless... I've had convertibles since highschool. They move, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly... her breathing is a little erratic... maybe another orgasm is building... it's tough to tell with her sometimes. She keeps Me guessing, keeps Me reeling.
Her tummy, her belly button... I look forward to tracing little circles around it to tease her. She will want Me to come up to her breasts, then to her neck and lips... or to go down to her puss... but I won't... simply because she will want Me to.
When I am able, I deny her things...
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I don't know why I feel the need to make her beg for what I so obviously want to give her,
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but I do,
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it's just Me,
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it's how I am,
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how I've been,
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how I was when with her for the first time all those years ago.
[chuckling a little] I see she's wearing hosiery... just like she was when she orgasmed for Me that first time.
I'll never forget the sounds she made...
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still ringing in my ears,
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still teasing me.
The pantyhose no doubt holding her vibrator rrrright where she wants it, right where she knows I want it to be.
My eyes continue down her legs, they are spread unusually wide, stretching out towards the corners of our bed, the comfy leather restraints around each ankle pulling her thighs wide apart.
A lady in public, a slut in the bedroom... I am truly a lucky man.
In her own little world right now, she's unaware of Me standing over her at this moment, but certainly aware that it would come to this... eventually, at some point this evening.
This was all her own doing. A silly bet on a silly show, but the payoff... not silly at all. I take our special time together very seriously. Did she win or lose the bet? Does it even matter right now?
She knew I would return home and watch.
She bound herself here on our bed,
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the bed where she so loves to be unfettered during sex. Her submission to Me is sticky-sweet,
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dripping...
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intoxicating.
[taking another drink]
Her hips gyrate slowly, a bit of sweat glistens on her neck...
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she's been like this for quite a while.
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I'm so bad to make her "suffer" alone.
I close my eyes and ponder replacing the vibrator nestled deep inside of her warmth with myself and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Not sure how long I was standing there, stretching the moment, I open my eyes when I hear her breathing pattern change.
Her head is cocked a bit to the side...
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I swear her eyes are smiling at Me from beneath the red satin.
Does she now know I am standing over her?
Her movements seem more purposeful now,
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more... exagerated.
Her whimpers and "mmmmmpphhhffffs" through the gag more frequent, she must be approaching another orgasm, but I'll be damned if she doesn't know I'm standing here right now and she's putting on a show for Me!
I look down at my glass, wondering if she smelled the bourbon, or maybe my cologne.
[shudder]
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She knows I like to watch her in action.
She pulls at her restraints as her orgasm builds, her fingers close into fists, her hips twist, toes curl and the most delicious sounds come from her.
I lean over her, wanting to kiss her face and release her, wanting to tear at her hosiery and thrust into her again and again, stabbing at her cunt with my rigid erection.
Her orgasm begins... and the sound is heaven. As her body pulls tight and spasms, my cold glass touches her warm skin of the side of her tummy... and mid-climax, she inhales sharply, surprised by the contact, but certainly unable [unwilling] to call-off the blissful wave that washes over her.
I lean down and blow gently upon the trail of condensation that my glass left on her body as her tummy trembles, her breathing trying to return to normal. Maybe those are aftershocks... I don't know.
The back of my hand comes to her face, touching her cheek, then brushing lightly against the underside of her left arm that is bound over her head like that.
She knows she's done well and that I couldn't be more pleased with her performance.
My hand snakes down,
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between her spread legs,
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going to her crotch,
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fumbling with the base of the vibrator through the thin, slick material of her hosiery,
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twisting the variable speed adjustment to "maximum."
She shudders a bit, maybe startled, maybe she expected it to be removed, I don't know.
Yes, I'm pleased with her performance, but of course... the bet wasn't about her performance... it was about that silly show on television.
Her whimpers seem to be questions,
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she struggles,
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her face is turned towards Me,
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clearly she's puzzled.
Everything goes still, however, when I gently place the flogger across her tummy. I think she recognized what it was the instant the leather tails touched her flesh.
I turn, heading to take a long, hot shower before I busy myself with enjoying her. I hear her thrashing around, those whimpers and "mmmpphhffsss" begging Me to not leave her alone...
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alone w/ that toy stirring her insides.
After the shower, I'll probably turn her over, pull her hosiery down to expose her bare bottom... the flogger will warm her cheeks nicely,
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then I'll use my hands. There's something about her skin when it's so hot in my cold hands.
Her sex is on fire
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no doubt about it.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Can a person "create"... nothingness
My question is this... can a person create a nothingness in another person?
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A void
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an emptiness in them that longs to be filled...
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or do they really just make that other person "aware" of an emptiness inside that already existed
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that was there all along...
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but they were just unaware of...
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and were then made to only just recently realize there was something missing, even though it had been missing all along?
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A void
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an emptiness in them that longs to be filled...
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or do they really just make that other person "aware" of an emptiness inside that already existed
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that was there all along...
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but they were just unaware of...
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and were then made to only just recently realize there was something missing, even though it had been missing all along?
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The rendevous collision...
“Your key card… give it to me, Ahora!”
"Rosa" - as identified on her hotel maid nametag, looked at Me as if I had a gun to her head.
She had just used her “master” door key card, swiped it to open another room for her to enter and clean.
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The card... that's all I was here to take from her.
Not accustomed to having to repeat myself, I pushed her into the room, pulled her cart in behind me and the heavy hotel room’s door closed.
I let go of the cart, it rolled to a stop near one of the beds in the room.
I had a firm grip on "Rosa’s" arm, and continued to hustle her through the room.
“AHORA!”
[she is fumbling for the card... it was attached to her belt with a retractable string-thingy]
Without slowing, I pushed her next to the sliding glass balcony door, unlocked it, and shuffled her outside, into the cool, dark, night air.
My free hand grabbed the card.
[in Spanish-- “You stay aqui, para 5 horas… o vas aya in tres seconds [my eyes darting over the ledge and down to the ground 15 stories below].”
My Spanish isn’t anywhere near as good as it was back in 2000, back when I was in Mexico with some time to kill, but the fear that filled her eyes let me know that she understood me]
“Uno!”
[Her eyes followed the path that mine had taken... she looked down to the ground so far below]
“Dos!”
[Her eyes widened still more and She raised her hands quickly as if to surrender]
She whimpers and quickly thrusts the card towards me
[The string connecting the card to her belt snapped as I backed into the hotel room
>snnikktt<
and locked the sliding glass door
>click<
leaving her outside.
“Tres seconds?”
[I chuckled to myself a bit]
When it comes to sex or violence, there’s a universal language that everyone understands.
I pulled the drapes shut, completely covering her view in and anyone’s view out, then switched on the television to some news channel, dialing the volume up enough to drown out any potential knocks on the balcony door or hollers for help… at least for a while.
I exited the room, the door closed heavily behind me, Rosa will be fine.
I look up and down the hall, no one is out and about, checking my watch, it’s almost midnight. I’m lucky there’s not much going on.
“I’ll take lucky over good anyday.”
I head down the hall, enter the stairwell and ascend several more floors, to the floor where I know my objective is.
The DoubleTree hotels are a nice chain, a small piece of Hilton, a long-time client of my mine. Through the years of representing them in countless transactions and legal matters, my access to and familiarity with their computer systems was extensive. I could monitor clients, adversaries, witnesses, jurors and just about anything else from my own home. Not a bad setup if there’s a file or briefcase in a room that I feel the need to see.
Her name had come across my screen,
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a 2 night stay, only 1 occupant.
Probably some conference.
I reached her floor, the halls remain empty, I stand at her door, press my ear to it, close my eyes and hold my breath,
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listening.
The shower is on, and I think, the television is too.
I swipe the card and quickly let myself in.Yes, the room is lit by the television, the bathroom door closed, light on, shower running. I take a deep breath… steamy… a nice, long, hot, shower is in progress. I drop the card key on the room’s table, switch off the television and move over by the bed where the room’s sole lamp is situated.
The room is dark, no light coming in from outside at this hour, no more light from the TV, the only light is coming from beneath the bathroom door. Standing next to the lamp, looking back into the direction from which she will approach... the layout of the room is such that she will be unable to see me when the exits the bathroom, she’ll have to enter this portion of the room before I come into view.
I reach over the lamp shade and drop my hand inside onto the cool, dark bulb... knowing she will turn it on when she exits the bathroom, right after she turns off the bathroom light and finds the television is no longer illuminating the room.
The shower water stops, I hear the sound of bare feet padding around on a tile floor, the sound of her rubbing the towel to dry herself off. I close my eyes tightly and listen intently. The room was dark, but not pitch black. Keeping my eyes closed will prevent the bright light that bursts in from the bathroom, then momentarily, from this lamp, from ruining my “night vision.”
She opens the bathroom door
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>Click<
the bright bathroom lights go off
A quiet “Oh!”
[she realizes the room is waaay too dark for her to see anything]
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>Click<
the warmth from the lightbulb my fingertips are gripping is instantaneous. I give her 1 second to take the couple of steps away from the light switches and round the corner to enter the room where I await.
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The heat on my fingertips during that stretched second... unbelievable.
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I give the hot bulb a quick counter-clockwise turn and it goes dark the instant I open my eyes.In the instant the light dissipates into total blackness for her, she saw me...
.... saw me... but certainly not enough time to recognize me... not after all this time
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not after all these years.
There was a gasp in that instant, not the kind of shrill scream you’d have in a Hollywood movie, just a startled, sharp inhale.
My eyes, already used to the sudden blackness, saw that her mouth was open, her hands came up [the second silly “surrender” pose I’d seen tonight] then she began to twist her body to head for the door... stumbling against the table and chair in the dark... in her blindness.
I closed the distance between us almost instantly, grabbed the wrist closest to me and wrapped my other arm around her to hold her still
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to let her know I had her.
She turned suddenly towards me, unexpectedly
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her face to mine in the darkness.
There is no way she could see anything but blackness, but I could see her.
Her hair, wet and in her face, her eyes wide, her mouth open... mere inches from mine.
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I pulled her close and kissed her… it surprised me that I did, I certainly didn’t have that planned.
A whimper, she tries to back away and flails her hands.
She turns her head suddenly
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>chink<
as our teeth clash briefly, my bottom lip getting pinched in the collision.
She twists in my arms, spinning inside of the towel that she had wrapped around her busts, trying to make back towards the bathroom, still blind in the dark.
I move with her, pushing her into the steamy room, I still have a hold of her right wrist and pull it behind her a bit, the towell “tuck” comes undone across her front as I pin her down against the cool, wet marble countertop.
[twisting and raising her right wrist up behind her, with surprisingly little resistance]
She’s flexible, bendy... excellent! :oD
I lick my lips and taste blood.
She turns her head to the right, opens her mouth a takes quick, but big breath... she’s about to complicate things.
Standing behind her, pressing against her bumm as she is bent over the counter, my left elbow comes down firmly between her shoulderblades, just to pin her... not to strike her. My left hand clamps around her mouth.
“Mmmhhhhhhpppppppffffffff!” She screams into my hand, I'm thinking maybe leaving the tele on would have been a good idea.
I purse my lips, “Shhhhhhhhhh.”
I lean down near her right ear and whisper
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“Not wanting to hurt you doesn’t mean I won’t.”
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Her next breath is shallow, not enough to power a scream.
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“I’m going to take my hand from your mouth and you’re going to be silent, yes?”
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Her left cheek is pressed against the cold marble and her eyes are darting... I can see the whites of them.
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[her mind is racing, those wheels are spinning round & round]
By now, I’m sure she can make out my silhouette, maybe even some facial features.
“It... it's you... I know it's you” she says.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh… you’re going to be silent, yes?”
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[she nods as best she can, given her position]
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“I’m going to release your right arm because I don’t want to hurt you, not like that.”
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[releasing my grip on her wrist and her arm]
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I straighten up a bit, lifting my elbow from between her shoulderblades, then placing my left hand squarely in the middle of her back, to keep her down against he countertop.Her right arm lays on the cool marble counter and I place my right hand there as well.
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The counter top is a bit slick from the steam... but cool to the touch
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I close my eyes and take a deep breath, the moist, steamy air mixes with her scent
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clean
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crisp
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and now... mixed with a hint of perspiration.
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My senses swim!
“You have something that soon will be mine.
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"You can give it to me, or I can take it
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but either way
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I’m not leaving without it.”
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[her wheels are turning... fucking spinning away]
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[*pant - *pant - let me go you sick bast---] Even in the dark, she saw it… it was quick, gunslinger-quick and he never opened his eyes.
My right hand came up off of the bathroom countertop, grabbed the hotel’s perfumed soap from the tray and jammed it into her mouth mid-sentence, then raked it back out against her bottom teeth, ensuring that there were shavings of soap left behind.
“Aaccckkk!”
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“That word… “sick” I just don’t care for it… not at all."
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[spitting]
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"I’ll only allow you to speak, so long as it doesn’t displease me... Do you understand that.
”She nods her head as best she can, then whimpers again.
My pelvis had been pressed against her bumm for several moments, but now
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yes
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[another *whimper]
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now things were beginning to stir.
[reaching down between us, lifting the little bit of bath towel that had been covering her hiney]
I hear her barefeet readjusting on the wet, tile floor
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maybe she’s spreading them
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maybe she’s trying to gain leverage... I don’t know.
[*cough… *whimper]
"That’s a bad taste I’ve left in your mouth, isn’t it?"
She continues to drool on he marble countertop"
Washing someone’s mouth out with soap does that."
[Still no response... she refuses to agree with me.
My left hand pulls the towel from her body as my right hand turns on the sink’s cool water.
[the sound of water flowing… it’s like static crackling]
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Her eyes are looking at the water flowing from the faucet“It’s alright” I say.
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Her right hand slides along the countertop, into the stream of water, then back to her mouth, where she inserts her fingers, trying to wipe that taste away.
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I'm jealous of her fingers... wishing I was in her mouth.
While she busies herself with the water, my left hand returns to her lower back, I look down, taking in the view of her perfectly shaped ass. My erection throbs between her checks and, without really meaning to, I push against her just a bit.
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The sensation is as blissful as the visual and I betray myself with a moan.
[silence]
Did she hear that? Not over the water running, surely not.
Her left cheek is still resting on the countertop, and then… almost imperceptibly...
[another soft *whimper]
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[she gyrates her hips ever so slightly against me]
My eyes flutter involuntarily as the sensation makes me weak in the knees.
It is now my right hand that comes down heavily on her ass, higher than I would have liked, but all I could manage, given how closely I was pressed to her
>SMACK<
[*whimper]
Oh… those damn whimpers… how does she DO that!?!?..
“Maybe I didn’t mention this earlier… DO NOT MOVE.”
My right hand, planted firmly on your ass, continues to hold you against the countertop as my left hand reaches around beneath you, finding the folds of your puss and parting them forcefully, exploring them, probing them.
[Your right hand goes to your lips, then away, as if you’re looking at something in the dark]
Her skin was warm to my touch… still so warm after that hot shower.
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Heavenly
My left hand continued to work against her, kneading her clit between my fingers,
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rubbing it
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easing two fingers at a time up inside of her.
Her breathing was bit erratic, but again, with her right hand, she did "something" with her mouth.
[sigh]
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“What exactly are you doing?”
*whimper - you pinched my lip when you jammed the soap against my teeth, it bled a little bit.”
[My left hand… withdraws from you, I back up just a bit, now placing my left hand against your cooch from behind… three fingers now push inside of you, deeply, stirring]
“I didn’t mean to hurt those pretty lips like that.”
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[Four fingers working you, the “smacking” sounds… coupled with your evermore-frequent whimpers are my favorite song]
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“No… that’s too much… don’t!” you say.
There is a sticky, smacking sound as your bare feet move on the bathroom’s tile floor, it sounds strikingly similar to the sounds of my fingers working you.
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Another verse of my favorite song.
In the dark, I can see that your eyes are closed… then your right hand snakes down to your clit
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your breathing comes in sharper gasps now.
[tucking my thumb tight in my palm, I now begin a push to get my whole hand inside of you]
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[almost… almost…]
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“Slowly…” you pant… then stiffen a bit
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[you sound out of breath]
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“Please… but slowly.”
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You take another breath, and try to relax.
I withdraw a bit, and see your eyes are still closed, so I know you don’t register the subtle change in my expression, I slow down, trying to form my hand smaller
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wanting so desperately to feel you from the inside
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wanting you to want to feel me fill you.Hearing you say “please,” I hadn’t expected that… I wasn’t fully prepared for the feelings I would feel,
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how I would respond.
“Mmmmm… *pant Ummmmmmmm… now… do it now!”
I snap back to the "now," lean closer to you and ease my hand further, feeling your muscles grip around my hand there for a second
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then…
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“Now!”
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[slipping past it, your muscles contract and “pull” my hand deeper inside of you. Your orgasm begins and you take breaths in gulps... gyrating your hips!
The smacking sounds from your right hand fiddling your clit is being drowned out by your moans… (or are those hollers?)
I ball my fist up inside of you, then gyrate it, stirring your insides
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feeling you
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from the inside.
The feeling is incredible
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Absolutely delicious.
“That’s what I wanted from you, my sweet, that right there.”
I look down and see my wrist watch, nestled right against your opening.
A whole new marketing ad for Movado raced through my mind in that instant ;)
As your orgasmic spasms subside your gyrations taper off… then we’re still…
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inside of you
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in the dark.
As I slowly withdraw my left hand from you, my right hand comes to your face, my forefinger traces your lips in the dark, hoping there is no more pain from where your lip was pinched.
I back out of the bathroom, and reach the door handle.
The steel handle is cold and slick in my wet left hand... a wonderful sensation.
I work the handle and light beams in from the hallway, a narrow stream illuminates up one leg, across your puss, over part of your back and up the bathroom mirror.
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I hesitate
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slipping out the door slowly... trying to savor the view of your pussy in the light...
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looking wide open and inviting.
I pause… no… really… I must go.
The door closes heavily and I stand there for a moment in the hallway...
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eyes closed, holding my breath… listening.
[*whimper… then what may be soft crying… or quiet laughter… I can’t tell.]
I want to return
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but you probably want that to
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so I turn…
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and leave.
"Rosa" - as identified on her hotel maid nametag, looked at Me as if I had a gun to her head.
She had just used her “master” door key card, swiped it to open another room for her to enter and clean.
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The card... that's all I was here to take from her.
Not accustomed to having to repeat myself, I pushed her into the room, pulled her cart in behind me and the heavy hotel room’s door closed.
I let go of the cart, it rolled to a stop near one of the beds in the room.
I had a firm grip on "Rosa’s" arm, and continued to hustle her through the room.
“AHORA!”
[she is fumbling for the card... it was attached to her belt with a retractable string-thingy]
Without slowing, I pushed her next to the sliding glass balcony door, unlocked it, and shuffled her outside, into the cool, dark, night air.
My free hand grabbed the card.
[in Spanish-- “You stay aqui, para 5 horas… o vas aya in tres seconds [my eyes darting over the ledge and down to the ground 15 stories below].”
My Spanish isn’t anywhere near as good as it was back in 2000, back when I was in Mexico with some time to kill, but the fear that filled her eyes let me know that she understood me]
“Uno!”
[Her eyes followed the path that mine had taken... she looked down to the ground so far below]
“Dos!”
[Her eyes widened still more and She raised her hands quickly as if to surrender]
She whimpers and quickly thrusts the card towards me
[The string connecting the card to her belt snapped as I backed into the hotel room
>snnikktt<
and locked the sliding glass door
>click<
leaving her outside.
“Tres seconds?”
[I chuckled to myself a bit]
When it comes to sex or violence, there’s a universal language that everyone understands.
I pulled the drapes shut, completely covering her view in and anyone’s view out, then switched on the television to some news channel, dialing the volume up enough to drown out any potential knocks on the balcony door or hollers for help… at least for a while.
I exited the room, the door closed heavily behind me, Rosa will be fine.
I look up and down the hall, no one is out and about, checking my watch, it’s almost midnight. I’m lucky there’s not much going on.
“I’ll take lucky over good anyday.”
I head down the hall, enter the stairwell and ascend several more floors, to the floor where I know my objective is.
The DoubleTree hotels are a nice chain, a small piece of Hilton, a long-time client of my mine. Through the years of representing them in countless transactions and legal matters, my access to and familiarity with their computer systems was extensive. I could monitor clients, adversaries, witnesses, jurors and just about anything else from my own home. Not a bad setup if there’s a file or briefcase in a room that I feel the need to see.
Her name had come across my screen,
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a 2 night stay, only 1 occupant.
Probably some conference.
I reached her floor, the halls remain empty, I stand at her door, press my ear to it, close my eyes and hold my breath,
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listening.
The shower is on, and I think, the television is too.
I swipe the card and quickly let myself in.Yes, the room is lit by the television, the bathroom door closed, light on, shower running. I take a deep breath… steamy… a nice, long, hot, shower is in progress. I drop the card key on the room’s table, switch off the television and move over by the bed where the room’s sole lamp is situated.
The room is dark, no light coming in from outside at this hour, no more light from the TV, the only light is coming from beneath the bathroom door. Standing next to the lamp, looking back into the direction from which she will approach... the layout of the room is such that she will be unable to see me when the exits the bathroom, she’ll have to enter this portion of the room before I come into view.
I reach over the lamp shade and drop my hand inside onto the cool, dark bulb... knowing she will turn it on when she exits the bathroom, right after she turns off the bathroom light and finds the television is no longer illuminating the room.
The shower water stops, I hear the sound of bare feet padding around on a tile floor, the sound of her rubbing the towel to dry herself off. I close my eyes tightly and listen intently. The room was dark, but not pitch black. Keeping my eyes closed will prevent the bright light that bursts in from the bathroom, then momentarily, from this lamp, from ruining my “night vision.”
She opens the bathroom door
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>Click<
the bright bathroom lights go off
A quiet “Oh!”
[she realizes the room is waaay too dark for her to see anything]
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>Click<
the warmth from the lightbulb my fingertips are gripping is instantaneous. I give her 1 second to take the couple of steps away from the light switches and round the corner to enter the room where I await.
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The heat on my fingertips during that stretched second... unbelievable.
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I give the hot bulb a quick counter-clockwise turn and it goes dark the instant I open my eyes.In the instant the light dissipates into total blackness for her, she saw me...
.... saw me... but certainly not enough time to recognize me... not after all this time
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not after all these years.
There was a gasp in that instant, not the kind of shrill scream you’d have in a Hollywood movie, just a startled, sharp inhale.
My eyes, already used to the sudden blackness, saw that her mouth was open, her hands came up [the second silly “surrender” pose I’d seen tonight] then she began to twist her body to head for the door... stumbling against the table and chair in the dark... in her blindness.
I closed the distance between us almost instantly, grabbed the wrist closest to me and wrapped my other arm around her to hold her still
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to let her know I had her.
She turned suddenly towards me, unexpectedly
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her face to mine in the darkness.
There is no way she could see anything but blackness, but I could see her.
Her hair, wet and in her face, her eyes wide, her mouth open... mere inches from mine.
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I pulled her close and kissed her… it surprised me that I did, I certainly didn’t have that planned.
A whimper, she tries to back away and flails her hands.
She turns her head suddenly
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>chink<
as our teeth clash briefly, my bottom lip getting pinched in the collision.
She twists in my arms, spinning inside of the towel that she had wrapped around her busts, trying to make back towards the bathroom, still blind in the dark.
I move with her, pushing her into the steamy room, I still have a hold of her right wrist and pull it behind her a bit, the towell “tuck” comes undone across her front as I pin her down against the cool, wet marble countertop.
[twisting and raising her right wrist up behind her, with surprisingly little resistance]
She’s flexible, bendy... excellent! :oD
I lick my lips and taste blood.
She turns her head to the right, opens her mouth a takes quick, but big breath... she’s about to complicate things.
Standing behind her, pressing against her bumm as she is bent over the counter, my left elbow comes down firmly between her shoulderblades, just to pin her... not to strike her. My left hand clamps around her mouth.
“Mmmhhhhhhpppppppffffffff!” She screams into my hand, I'm thinking maybe leaving the tele on would have been a good idea.
I purse my lips, “Shhhhhhhhhh.”
I lean down near her right ear and whisper
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“Not wanting to hurt you doesn’t mean I won’t.”
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Her next breath is shallow, not enough to power a scream.
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“I’m going to take my hand from your mouth and you’re going to be silent, yes?”
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Her left cheek is pressed against the cold marble and her eyes are darting... I can see the whites of them.
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[her mind is racing, those wheels are spinning round & round]
By now, I’m sure she can make out my silhouette, maybe even some facial features.
“It... it's you... I know it's you” she says.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh… you’re going to be silent, yes?”
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[she nods as best she can, given her position]
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“I’m going to release your right arm because I don’t want to hurt you, not like that.”
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[releasing my grip on her wrist and her arm]
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I straighten up a bit, lifting my elbow from between her shoulderblades, then placing my left hand squarely in the middle of her back, to keep her down against he countertop.Her right arm lays on the cool marble counter and I place my right hand there as well.
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The counter top is a bit slick from the steam... but cool to the touch
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I close my eyes and take a deep breath, the moist, steamy air mixes with her scent
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clean
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crisp
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and now... mixed with a hint of perspiration.
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My senses swim!
“You have something that soon will be mine.
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"You can give it to me, or I can take it
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but either way
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I’m not leaving without it.”
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[her wheels are turning... fucking spinning away]
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[*pant - *pant - let me go you sick bast---] Even in the dark, she saw it… it was quick, gunslinger-quick and he never opened his eyes.
My right hand came up off of the bathroom countertop, grabbed the hotel’s perfumed soap from the tray and jammed it into her mouth mid-sentence, then raked it back out against her bottom teeth, ensuring that there were shavings of soap left behind.
“Aaccckkk!”
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“That word… “sick” I just don’t care for it… not at all."
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[spitting]
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"I’ll only allow you to speak, so long as it doesn’t displease me... Do you understand that.
”She nods her head as best she can, then whimpers again.
My pelvis had been pressed against her bumm for several moments, but now
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yes
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[another *whimper]
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now things were beginning to stir.
[reaching down between us, lifting the little bit of bath towel that had been covering her hiney]
I hear her barefeet readjusting on the wet, tile floor
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maybe she’s spreading them
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maybe she’s trying to gain leverage... I don’t know.
[*cough… *whimper]
"That’s a bad taste I’ve left in your mouth, isn’t it?"
She continues to drool on he marble countertop"
Washing someone’s mouth out with soap does that."
[Still no response... she refuses to agree with me.
My left hand pulls the towel from her body as my right hand turns on the sink’s cool water.
[the sound of water flowing… it’s like static crackling]
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Her eyes are looking at the water flowing from the faucet“It’s alright” I say.
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Her right hand slides along the countertop, into the stream of water, then back to her mouth, where she inserts her fingers, trying to wipe that taste away.
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I'm jealous of her fingers... wishing I was in her mouth.
While she busies herself with the water, my left hand returns to her lower back, I look down, taking in the view of her perfectly shaped ass. My erection throbs between her checks and, without really meaning to, I push against her just a bit.
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The sensation is as blissful as the visual and I betray myself with a moan.
[silence]
Did she hear that? Not over the water running, surely not.
Her left cheek is still resting on the countertop, and then… almost imperceptibly...
[another soft *whimper]
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[she gyrates her hips ever so slightly against me]
My eyes flutter involuntarily as the sensation makes me weak in the knees.
It is now my right hand that comes down heavily on her ass, higher than I would have liked, but all I could manage, given how closely I was pressed to her
>SMACK<
[*whimper]
Oh… those damn whimpers… how does she DO that!?!?..
“Maybe I didn’t mention this earlier… DO NOT MOVE.”
My right hand, planted firmly on your ass, continues to hold you against the countertop as my left hand reaches around beneath you, finding the folds of your puss and parting them forcefully, exploring them, probing them.
[Your right hand goes to your lips, then away, as if you’re looking at something in the dark]
Her skin was warm to my touch… still so warm after that hot shower.
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Heavenly
My left hand continued to work against her, kneading her clit between my fingers,
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rubbing it
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easing two fingers at a time up inside of her.
Her breathing was bit erratic, but again, with her right hand, she did "something" with her mouth.
[sigh]
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“What exactly are you doing?”
*whimper - you pinched my lip when you jammed the soap against my teeth, it bled a little bit.”
[My left hand… withdraws from you, I back up just a bit, now placing my left hand against your cooch from behind… three fingers now push inside of you, deeply, stirring]
“I didn’t mean to hurt those pretty lips like that.”
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[Four fingers working you, the “smacking” sounds… coupled with your evermore-frequent whimpers are my favorite song]
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“No… that’s too much… don’t!” you say.
There is a sticky, smacking sound as your bare feet move on the bathroom’s tile floor, it sounds strikingly similar to the sounds of my fingers working you.
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Another verse of my favorite song.
In the dark, I can see that your eyes are closed… then your right hand snakes down to your clit
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your breathing comes in sharper gasps now.
[tucking my thumb tight in my palm, I now begin a push to get my whole hand inside of you]
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[almost… almost…]
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“Slowly…” you pant… then stiffen a bit
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[you sound out of breath]
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“Please… but slowly.”
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You take another breath, and try to relax.
I withdraw a bit, and see your eyes are still closed, so I know you don’t register the subtle change in my expression, I slow down, trying to form my hand smaller
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wanting so desperately to feel you from the inside
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wanting you to want to feel me fill you.Hearing you say “please,” I hadn’t expected that… I wasn’t fully prepared for the feelings I would feel,
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how I would respond.
“Mmmmm… *pant Ummmmmmmm… now… do it now!”
I snap back to the "now," lean closer to you and ease my hand further, feeling your muscles grip around my hand there for a second
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then…
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“Now!”
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[slipping past it, your muscles contract and “pull” my hand deeper inside of you. Your orgasm begins and you take breaths in gulps... gyrating your hips!
The smacking sounds from your right hand fiddling your clit is being drowned out by your moans… (or are those hollers?)
I ball my fist up inside of you, then gyrate it, stirring your insides
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feeling you
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from the inside.
The feeling is incredible
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Absolutely delicious.
“That’s what I wanted from you, my sweet, that right there.”
I look down and see my wrist watch, nestled right against your opening.
A whole new marketing ad for Movado raced through my mind in that instant ;)
As your orgasmic spasms subside your gyrations taper off… then we’re still…
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inside of you
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in the dark.
As I slowly withdraw my left hand from you, my right hand comes to your face, my forefinger traces your lips in the dark, hoping there is no more pain from where your lip was pinched.
I back out of the bathroom, and reach the door handle.
The steel handle is cold and slick in my wet left hand... a wonderful sensation.
I work the handle and light beams in from the hallway, a narrow stream illuminates up one leg, across your puss, over part of your back and up the bathroom mirror.
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I hesitate
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slipping out the door slowly... trying to savor the view of your pussy in the light...
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looking wide open and inviting.
I pause… no… really… I must go.
The door closes heavily and I stand there for a moment in the hallway...
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eyes closed, holding my breath… listening.
[*whimper… then what may be soft crying… or quiet laughter… I can’t tell.]
I want to return
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but you probably want that to
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so I turn…
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and leave.
Monday, October 13, 2008
I can see you... but so can they
Day one
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The online offensive has already begun, have you chosen a side, or was your "choice" made for you?
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Fight the FED!
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The online offensive has already begun, have you chosen a side, or was your "choice" made for you?
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Fight the FED!
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