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Suburban moms first tango with bondage

11/4/2009

A lot of things in my life had not turned out as I imagined.
Yet I had two great kids and a comfortable home minus one
jerk for an ex husband. He picked them up every other weekend
and no matter what I did to avoid a confrontation it didn’t
help. Ken, my ex was still trying to control me although
it had been two years since our divorce. One of his rules
was I was not allowed to have men in the house. The fact was
I hadn’t even dated yet didn’t seem to make any difference
to him.


Dealing with him and the fact I hadn’t gotten laid in almost
three years was more than I could take. Ken had been my one
and only sexual partner so naturally I was curious even
if I was also scared to death to be with another male. During
my weaker moments I gasped at the idea of looking up and seeing
another man climbing on top of me. It took my breath away
and sent shivers down my spine. Giggling to myself I wondered
if I would even remember how to do it after all this time.



Nearing the end of my thirties and approaching my so called
sexual peak, how I was ever going to make it through this
period in my life when my needs were demanding yet my options
were zero. Masturbating after the kids left for school
or using my vibrator late at night once they were sleeping,
only satisfied me temporarily. What I needed was a man who
would give me a thrill under the sheets and not complicate
my life the rest of the time.


I was lounging in my robe one Saturday morning after the
kids left and my ex had a few nasty comments for me, feeling
down in the dumps. Looking down at my body I laughed and blurted
out in my empty house, “You stupid bitch. Go find somebody
and have some fun.” Obviously an easier said than done for
any respectable woman.


Completely immersed in self pity I wasted about an hour
or so before I realized it was almost noon. I showered and
tried to find my old spark but I feared the flint had gotten
soaked. At least my warm shower felt good as my fingers found
their familiar path over my stomach towards my most needy
bodily part. Should I get myself off or should I resist till
I am even more aroused. I mean I had until Sunday night before
the kids would return and my sexual drive had to be put back
in the closet.


My mind said wait yet my fingers were on a mission of their
own and soon I leaned against the shower wall and began to
feel, deep from within me a burning need I could no longer
deny. I moaned more and more no longer needing to be quiet
during my intense personal moment. Just as I cried out and
felt my juices spray out of me, I looked through the glass
shower door and screamed. “What are you doing here?” To
my ex husband, completely embarrassed and ashamed that
he had watched me masturbate.


“You were always a whore, ” he said and smiled staring at
my naked body. As he turned he told me our son had forgotten
this back pack so he drove back to pick it up. “Get out of here
or I’ll call the police, ” I yelled back shouting at him
in a fit of anger like never before. I cried the entire time
I dried myself off more ashamed than I had ever been in my
entire life. “How dare he come into my home?” I said as I stared
into the mirror. “He doesn’t’ live here anymore and has
no right to call me anything especially a whore, ” I said
which of course made no sense as I looked in the mirror and
talked to myself. Yet the tears flowed as I sobbed for the
longest time.


By late afternoon my ex in-laws, whom I tried to maintain
a relationship with for the kids sake, called. “What did
you do that upset Ken so much?” my father in law asked without
even a hello or how you doing? In no mood for more drama I hung
up the phone immediately and patted myself on the back.
Saturday night was a couple of bad B movies before I crawled
into bed restless and still angry.


Two months passed and of course I did nothing about my situation.
One day as I was skimming the local paper I started to read
the personals. I had always viewed the idea of meeting someone
special from a newspaper ad as ridiculous. The more I read
the more my mind was waking up and my body began to tingle.
There were ads from men who sought woman for everything
from breasts feeding to secret affairs and of course from
the normal to the bizarre. I began to giggle at the table
sipping my coffee the more I read them.


I can’t recall the exactly moment when the idea struck me
that maybe I should place an ad of my own. Kind of a straight
forward approach since there had to be single divorced
men who also wanted a no strings attached kind of arrangement.
One minute I felt nervous and excited and then next told
myself I was crazy. I could use sex in my life but I couldn’t
become a slut in the process.


Was I truly brave enough to try such a thing? Never before
in my life had I been daring when it came to sex. During my
teenage years there were always lots of boys around wanting
me even though I refused them all. Then Ken appeared in my
early twenties and it just clicked with him. He introduced
me to sex and taught me over the years how intense my body
could become.


As if it was magic, one of my old girl friends called seconds
later. Helen had been a friend for as long as I could remember.
“What are you doing?” Helen asked with her usual upbeat
voice. “Nothing much, ” I replied staring at the personal
ads searching for the courage to do it.


Helen knew me so well and paused before she said, “Ok what’s
wrong? I can tell you have something on your mind.” I remained
silent scrambling for an answer without telling her what
I was truly thinking about. It took Helen but two seconds
to blurt out, “Oh my goodness. Did you meet somebody new?”
I giggled and told her no and decided to tell her what I was
thinking about doing.


Helen was supportive and encouraged me saying it was a great
idea and I should place my ad. “You’re a cute, fun, sexy woman
who should attract lots of men, ” she said as my pride and
confidence got a much needed boost. “But I’m not looking
for love yet. So what if the man wants to?” I said stopping
short of admitting to Helen sex was what I was really after.



Suddenly she got very quiet for a few seconds before saying,
“Well if I was in your shoes I would try a bunch of them out.
I mean your single and free so why not?” Gasping for air I
responded, “So you think I should try something this wild?”
Helen laughed and said if she and Roger broke up she certainly
would be. “I love Roger but to tell you the truth sex is sometimes
boring. You have a chance now to try something new, ” Helen
admitted. I was suddenly inspired talking so honestly
and truthfully with her about sex which is a subject we had
never talked about before.


My first ad was too vague and I got a ton of replies from every
looser in the area. I had much to learn as I placed my second
ad being more direct. I offered and sought “Just friends,
Just fun!” Weekly, I checked my PO Box I had rented for my
protection and sorted through the usual responses sitting
in my car. One looked oddly different as I opened the envelope
expecting either another “Lets meet and fuck” or “another
broken heart story”.


It contained no note at all. Just a plain sheet of paper with
a phone number and instructions to call the number if I was
a serious person and not wasting everyone’s time. I felt
insulted for being challenged from a man didn’t even know
me. Of course I was serious so why would anyone think differently?
I called Helen each day to give her updates that seemed to
make her as excited as I was becoming by this little adventure
I was on.


“All losers again except for this one odd note, ” I explained
and read it to Helen as she giggled. “You going to call the
number?” she asked. “Should I?” I asked somewhat shocked
by her daring spirit. “Sure. Sounds like a mystery and might
be sexy, ” she replied before telling me her son was crying
and she had to run. I sat for the longest time wondering if
I should call. So far I had not had any good leads since the
ad was in and my frustration level had increased ten fold
thinking of sex so much.


“Hello, ” I heard from a deep male voice. I froze with the
phone to my ear and didn’t know how to respond. A few seconds
of silence passed and the voice said, “You must be the lady
with the ad in the paper. It’s good you called and it shows
me you’re not wasting my time.” Still in a bit of a panic I
asked, “Who is this?” He did not answer and told me to call
him at ten that night before hanging up. Shocked with a heart
rate nearing an attack stage, I sat with the paper in my hand
stunned.


“He told me to call him at ten tonight, ” I told Helen when
she called back a few hours later. “Cool, ” she said as we
chatted for a few minutes before my kids were getting off
the school bus. “So you think I should call him back?” I asked
needing assurance from a friend I was not loosing my mind
completely. The kids went to bed around nine while I sipped
wine and paced checking my watch every two minutes.


My fingers trembled as I dialed the number at ten sharp.
“Good you called on time. How old are you?” he asked with
his deep voice. “Thirty eight, ” I replied. “Are you married,
divorced or single?” he asked next. I paused for a second
confused by the mere fact he was interviewing me when it
should be the other way around. “Divorced, ” I again replied
very nervously. The voice chuckled I recall as he told me
to call him the next night at ten pm sharp if I wanted to continue.
The phone went dead as I couldn’t believe what had just happened.
I knew nothing about him yet offered him information about
me.


Of course first thing the next morning Helen was on the phone
wanting to know what I said and what he said. I explained
he asked me a few questions, offered no information about
himself and told me to call him tonight at ten. I heard her
gasping for air as she remained quiet. “Do you think this
is dangerous”? I asked having no experience doing things
like this. Helen said she thought it was odd and mysterious
but since he didn’t know where I lived or even my phone number
I was safe.


I vowed to myself all day long I would not call him at ten yet
I dialed the number at ten sharp. “Good, so you want to continue, ”
he said with a mesmerizing deep voice. “What is this about?”
I asked him. “Good question. I like a challenge and a good
mind, ” he replied and told me he would answer the next night
at ten pm if I wanted to continue.


At ten sharp the following night I dialed his number again.
“Ok, you promised to answer my question so go ahead, ” I
said before he could even say hello. He seemed to sigh as
I waited on my end of the phone. “Let me guess. You’re in your
bedroom, door shut so your kids can’t hear you. Am I correct?”
How did he know I had kids and that I was in my bedroom? I began
to become concerned.


I grew quiet as I held the phone to my ear. “Ok. I know you are
a in a big scary world suddenly all alone. Your ad seeks sex
without strings and you are getting more and more restless, ”
he said with a calming manner. “Ok, ” I said listening to
his correctness on every point so far. “This is going to
shock you but I want you to hang up, remove all your clothing
and call me back. That is if you are brave you will follow
these instructions, ” he said as I hung up the phone shocked
at his suggestion.


There is weird and there is nuts and this was both all rolled
into one. I shook as I felt myself of fire while feeling like
I was sinking in quick sand. I don’t know where I found the
courage to do what he asked but I did and soon was completely
naked on my bed dialing his number. “Are you naked?” he asked
immediately. I told him yes with a voice so soft from embarrassment
I wasn’t sure he could actually heard me.


“Good, now let your hand massage your breasts and tell me
how it makes you feel, ” he said. “Are you serious?” I asked
as this was sounding more and more perverted the longer
this adventure continued. I heard him click and my phone
went dead. Sicko, I thought to myself for the next five minutes
as I laid on my bed more frustrated than ever before. This
jerk must get his kicks listening to woman on the phone I
thought.


I pulled the covers down after throwing on a robe and checked
on the kids before turning off the lights. As I laid on the
darkness of my lonely room I began to feel my tears building.
How had my life failed on so many fronts? A half hour passed
when I dialed his number again wanting to tell him what I
thought of his sick perverted scheme.


“You’ve been crying, ” he said before I could even say a
word. I told him what a sick person he truly was and that I
never wanted to talk to him again. He listened before telling
me, “I expected you might think that of me. But then I have
not done anything to you nor have I asked anything of you
that you didn’t want to do.” I held the phone to my ear and
listened to him as his deep voice as it soothed my mind.


He explained that his approach to sex was different than
what I was use to. “We are not going to be boyfriend and girlfriend.
We are going to be friendly and that’s all, ” he explained.
He said it required trust, respect and a willingness to
step outside the norm. “I bet if you asked your girlfriends
they would admit that sex was boring as well, “he said as
I gasped remembering what Helen had admitted to me a few
days earlier.


My mind was swirling lying on my big empty bed listening
to a stranger who seemed to be making more and more sense.
“Shall we get started again?” he asked. My room was pitch
black as I began to moan as my hand massaged my swollen breasts
while he listened. “You have a lot of pent up sexual frustration.
I can tell because it shows when you moan, ” he said softly
at one point. I continued to moan as my body was on fire. “Ok,
go ahead and slid your fingers between your legs, ” he said
as my finger slid over my stomach.


Nothing made sense yet I masturbated for him as he coached
me, encouraged me and helped me using just his words to explode
harder than I had in years. “Good night and call me tomorrow
at ten if you want to continue, ” he said and hung up. Still
gasping for air in my bedroom I felt my body tingling still
on fire from my wonderful yet unfulfilling climax.


I began to make up excuses and avoided telling Helen what
was actually going on. Yet each night I dialed his number
and would do what he asked of me until I lost control. One
night after a week or so into this odd relation I asked him,
“What is your name?” He chuckled and told me I could call
him Bob if I needed a name but assured me it was not his real
name.


Then one night after weeks more of my relationship with
Bob he asked when I was going to be free of my children. I told
him the following weekend. “Good. Now its time we meet in
person, ” he said as my heart began to skip beats. I felt
this unexplainable bond with a man I had never seen nor hardly
knew yet I shared my intimate details of my sexuality with
him. .


Ken picked the kids, tried to start a fight and left as I paced
for the next few hours. I called Bob at seven just like he
asked me to do, struggling to breath. “Good. Your on time
as always, ” was his first comment to me. “I’m scared, ”
I said without thinking. His deep voice chuckled as he asked
me if I trusted him. “Yes I suppose I do, ” I replied. “You
have nothing to be afraid of. Wear a plain white blouse and
black skirt, ” he said and gave me directions to a donut
shop a few miles away.


At eight that night I walked in on wobbly legs searching
for a man I didn’t know. I eyes watered as I searched the sparse
crowd hoping he would stand to greet me. In the corner was
a dark haired man in his late forties or early fifties, well
dressed who suddenly waved at me. I smiled and walked up
to him as he gestured for me to take a seat across from him.
“Nice to meet you, ” he said with that same low charming
voice I had enjoyed so many nights on my phone.


I felt even tenser staring into his dark brown eyes as my
head spun out of control. “What are we doing?” I asked him
fearing others might hear me. He leaned towards me, smiled
and whispered to me, “Go in the ladies room and remove your
wet panties.” Looking at him I froze up wondering if he was teasing. I watched
as he rose up and began to walk away without a word. I rushed
after him and grabbed his arm holding him back.


“Can we talk first?” I asked almost pleading with him to
be reasonable. Smiling he leaned next to me as his cologne
filled my head. “If you do what I asked you to do, I’ll wait
back at the table.” I blushed and walked to the ladies room
still not believing any of this was happening to me. Locked
in the stall I reached under my skirt and slid my wet panties
off tucking them in my purse.


The cooler air of the donut shop swirled over my exposed
pussy causing me strange yet exciting sensations. “Show
me your panties, ” Bob said the moment my red face look up
at him. Frowning yet very aroused I opened my purse and showed
him as he asked. “What do you want from me?” I asked him. My
breasts were heaving under this crushing stress that had
built inside of me. Bob smiled, stood reaching for my hand
as we walked outside into the parking lot.


“You asked me the key question inside. What do I want from
you?” Bob said while we held hands. I nodded yes feeling
very drawn to him. “Do you trust me?” he asked still smiling
as his cologne was becoming intoxicating. I nodded yes
again growing more and more excited. “Then when we are together
I must have complete control, ” he explained as his strong
hand squeezed mine.


Bob walked me to his car and opened the passenger door as
my head was spinning. I climbed in unsure of what we were
doing but knew I didn’t want it to go back to my empty, lonely
home just yet. I watched as Bob climbed in behind the wheel,
turned to me and said, “Spread your legs.” I had never felt
so naughty as I parted my thighs slightly just because he
asked me. I stared down as his hand slid under my black skirt
and lightly touched me as his fingers moved over my flesh.



For a moment I thought I felt an orgasm close to striking
and he hadn’t even touched me yet. I closed my eyes when his
marvelous finger tips touched my wet lips causing me to
moan slightly. “Relax. I’m going to insert a finger now, ”
Bob said as I braced my body as I felt his finger enter my vagina
for the first time. Bob fingered me for a short while as I
stared out the windshield watching cars pass as my orgasm
raced head on. It made no sense yet it was the most erotic,
crazy, sexual experience of my life and I loved it.


“Don’t cum yet, ” Bob said a few times as I gasped for air
trying my best to hold it back. I felt my inner muscles gripping
his finger tighter and tighter as spasms began to build
deep from within me. I was gasping for air as I heard Bob say
again, “Don’t cum. Fight the urge.” His strong finger tips
rubbing over and over directly on my clit was too much for
me as I cried out how sorry I was and felt my dam burst.


Bob removed his hand as I adjusted my skirt feeling ashamed
yet loving the experience even if it was bizarre by everyone’s
standards. I mean the man had me cum in the parking lot of
a donut shop as cars passed by. Bob said that was our lesson
for the night and told me to call him at ten pm if I wanted to
continue. Frustrated, I climbed from his car wondering
if he didn’t sense he could have had me in a heart beat. Bob
smiled and drove off leaving me confused and still very
aroused as I walked to my car.


“I finally met him, ” I said to Helen when I called her from
home. “What was he like?” she asked more excited than I was.
Needing to spill my guts and clear my mind I told Helen about
all the calls at night and how I masturbated under his supervision.
The more she heard the more she gasped for air in shock. When
I told her that he made me climax in the parking lot of a donut
shop Helen admitted to me she was jealous.


It nearly ten, so I told her good night and stripped before
calling Bob. “Hello” I said immediately hoping he was pleased
that I called. Bob remained silent for longer than usual.
I grew a little nervous still ashamed for what I had done
in the parking lot. “You didn’t fight hard enough to control
your orgasm, ” were the first words he spoke to me after
a long silence. My body was still burning hot as I told Bob
I did the best I could and apologized for not trying harder.



His deep voice did something to me that I will never be able
to explain. He paused again leaving me hanging by threads
from what felt like a cliff. “If you agree to give me completely
control and accept that you will not be set free for twelve
hours, then I’ll give you a second chance.” Trembling I
agreed as Bob gave me an address and told me I had thirty minutes
to get there.


I quickly fixed my make up, fussed with my hair and threw
on my black skirt and white blouse before rushing out the
door. I had no idea what I was getting myself into but I was
not about to back down any longer. I knocked on his back door
but Bob did not appear. Opening the door slightly I called
out for him but still no Bob. Looking down at the rug in his
foyer I noticed a piece of paper and picked it up.


Find the basement steps, go down and strip naked, were my
instructions. With each step I felt more scared and more
aroused as I found the basement steps and descending into
a world I had never heard of before. In the room at the base
of the steps were leather whips and hand cuffs and devices
that scared me to death. I also felt my pussy leaking just
being near these kinds of things.


I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped out of my skirt. I felt
helpless as if danger was all around being half naked. I
somehow managed to find the courage to not run and unhooked
my bra and stepped from my panties. Just being completely
naked knowing another man I hardly knew would soon see me
uncovered took my breath away. Trembling I looked up as
I heard him coming down the steps. I did tell myself once
I must be crazy just as he turned the corner and found me in
the middle of the room completely nude as he had requested.
He stared at my body showing no emotion.


After a full awkward minute, Bob walked to a bench and brought
a pair of leather hand cuffs to me. I silently shook as he
attached them to my wrists. It was almost hard to believe
this was happening to me since I had always been a romance
kind of girl. There certainly was no romance as I was led
to a wooden cross and felt my arms being raised up and hooked
above my head. I stared at him constantly almost forgetting
the fact I was completely naked.


Bob secured my ankles next as I shook a little from the tension
I felt cresting. The next hour was my introduction into
the kind of sexuality only very brave or very stupid woman
allow themselves to experience. My body was giving soothing
massages and painful bites from leather whips used on me.
It was confusing yet arousing as my juices continued to
flow even more freely than I ever thought possible.


My mind quickly lost track of time as I focused on only Bob.
His strong hands would hold my breasts and squeeze causing
me to shutter and gasp for air as our eyes remained locked
on each other’s. He freely used my pussy to excite me or hurt
me yet I hung on the cross enduring it all. I moaned often
and cried a few times as Bob ignored me no matter how I reacted.



Bob began to force his fingers at first into my pussy as I
whimpered like a child. Then he moved to vibrators and dildos
larger than what I was use to. Again all I could do was whimper
as I felt another climax approaching quickly. “I’m going
to cum” I whispered to him not wanting to upset him like I
did in the parking lot of the donut shop. “Fight it, ” He
snapped back with a firm tone that scared me even more.


With every ounce of strength I could muster I resisted the
strong urge to explode as my body began to go into a spam.
“Oh fuck Bob, ” I cried out straining to hold myself back.
The vibrator drove me insane as it rubbed over and over on
my outer lips and then would be plunged deep into my quivering
pussy. Even I had limits I had stretched farther than I thought
possible before I began to squirt and spray my juices. Bob
kept the vibrator working on me even after I climaxed as
I felt another orgasm building quicker than I expected.



Hour upon hour this went on until my body was like putty unable
to stand much longer. I had been drained beyond what was
humanly possible for any woman to handle. Bob finally unhooked
my aching arms so they could fall to my side. Covered in sweat
from the ordeal I was led to a bench and draped over it as I
was given a chance to rest for the first time.


Bob secured my arms below me as I looked down at the floor
with my head spinning. I felt him spread my legs from behind
me as I was bent over the bench and sensed what was going to
happen next.


First I felt the tip of his hard hot shaft press against my
swollen, dripping pussy. Gasping for air, my last three
years of not being fucked, was about to end. Bob pushed his
shaft just inside my body as I wiggled my hips trying to adjust
to his width. His hands held my hips and occasionally slapped
one of my cheeks as his manhood pushed deeper into my tunnel.



I had trouble pulling in enough air to not pass out as his
shaft continued its invasion. Bob was definitely larger
than my husband as I quickly realized. Without warning
I felt his cock ram up into me as I screamed out while trying
to get away and save myself. But of course I had no options
but to remain in position for him to fuck me. A minute passed
as I calmed myself during our first union.


It felt like a million wasted nights in my bed all alone were
coming to and end as I once again began to feel like a woman.
Bob’s shaft controlled me perfectly and without thinking
I began to buck backward helping him enter and leave my pussy
as he pumped. “Oh fuck Bob. You feel so good, ” I said once
and was told to remain quiet and not speak. His hands guided
my body as his shaft pulsating deep within me.


Bob eventually began to stiffen as his large manhood grew
wider although I didn’t believe that was possible before.
I braced knowing his body was about to expel his hot seeds
into me within seconds. Bob rammed deep within me and spammed
causing me to gasp and pull at my leather straps. Like a Lion
roaring from deep within his chest Bob kept pumping harder
and harder as he drained himself at my expense.


I was left bent over the bench as his sticky brew dripped
from me onto the floor for the next ten minutes. My body was
spent to the point I may have passed out without realizing
it. Eventually Bob untied my wrists and helped me stand
for the first time although my legs were wobbly at best.
He helped me to a cot he had in the corner as I laid down, covered
myself with the blanket and dosed off quickly.


When I opened my eyes the next time I saw sun light coming
in the basement window and knew somehow I had survived the
night. Bob left me a note on the floor by the cot instructing
me to find the shower upstairs, clean myself up and return
to the basement room ready to go to work again. I didn’t know
how I would ever explain any of this to Helen or if I should
even try.


I was hung from the cross for another hour in the morning
as Bob amused himself at my expense. It took him but a few
minutes before I purred for him as if I had not been fucked
a few hours earlier. When he had entertained himself and
caused me undo stress and two marvelous orgasms I was put
on my knees and told to suck his shaft. I did the best I could
and savored tasting his manhood in the process. There was
no love between us, just friendship and an unexplainable
sexual chemistry.


Bob grew very rigid before I was bent over the same bench
used the night before. I braced myself again as he entered
me without warning. I cried from the sharp pain but soon
it passed once our bodies were locked together. My fucking
was harsh and raw yet gave me an edge I didn’t know I had. His
fat cock pumped over and over until I felt myself becoming
too dizzy to hold on much longer.


Twice within a few hours my pussy felt him spasm and shot
his hot cum inside of me while I whimpered. I was told to dress
without showering and go home immediately. He leaked from
me on the drive yet I felt more alive than I had felt for the
past three years.


Maybe this kind of thing happened to me one time for a reason.
What I knew for sure was I was ready to start find a romantic
partner quicker than I had before I met Bob.

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Great story, ,, have you continued these events with
anyone else...would have liked to be there with you.

11/5/2009

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now that was a very good story u should write the next time
u were w/ Bob & what happen that time as well are u now
into & lov B&D!

11/5/2009

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It is fascinating watching your stories change/progress/develop.
You hold tension very well.

11/5/2009

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Hot story loved it and well written

11/6/2009

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damn that was HOT!

11/6/2009

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Really enjoyed that, a real voyage of sexual discovery.

11/6/2009

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as usual very well written

11/11/2009

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A fantastic read. Very well written.



My heart is always open

11/12/2009

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Wow, so erotic!

3/3/2010

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Wow, very intense writing. Great job.

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