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Gary and Ange walk down the hall of the hotel, their luggage following behind them. Ange's heart is racing in her chest as she opens the door to their room. She knows her instructions, yet she keeps replaying them through her mind. Go in, set luggage aside, go get ice, then return for whatever Gary has in store for me.

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He lay beside her, lost in a trance. Her fingernails trailed gently across his skin, so light it sent shivers up his spine. He lay as if dead, transfixed by the thrill of her touch. That entrancing touch, which left him helpless against her will. She continued to draw lazy, slow circles up and down his chest, gently grazing sensitive pierced nipples, running lusciously through a sprinkling of soft hair.

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I walked back to my hotel, although I don't remember doing so. My mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions. The high I had been on from being dominated for the first time in real life by my online lover, John, was immediately replaced by the crashing, crushing feeling of betrayal when I saw that wedding band tan.

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Every bump in the road was sheer torture, making my pussy clench around the dildo inside me. As I pulled into the parking lot, I was glad to see that the store did not appear too busy and parked out as far away from other vehicles as I could without appearing suspicious. Putting the car in park, I rested my head against the steering wheel once more and rocked my hips experimentally against the dildo.

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3:55pm I'm starting to shut down the office when I hear the "blip" on my computer that signals Yahoo! just received a message for me. 4:01pm I put the office phone on night ring, close the blinds and turn off the lights. I sit down at my desk and get ready to log my computer off when I remember that I have to check emails. Damn!

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Leaning backwards through the stocks the toy felt utterly helpless as her Master circled around her giving the other people in the room a clear view of her taut spread eagled body. The spreader bar that forced her shaking limbs apart dug its cold hard ends into the inner part of her knees and she could feel her legs stretched out to their limit.

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Denise liked Mindy a lot. She had been attracted to the short-haired, vaguely butch girl ever since they met at a party held by a mutual acquaintance, but at this point it was beyond physical lust. There was something about the girl's personality, the quiet energy she radiated, that Denise found herself addicted to. She couldn't put her finger on it, but after Mindy left she always found herself desperately wanting more.

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Sometimes, I think he really, truly does understand how to handle me- how to keep our relationship in line the best he can. I've tried to explain the overwhelming need to submit, to be controlled, to be HIS- and he tells me he knows, has always known, what makes me tick. This makes me question why he doesn't employ it more often, take the authority that I am happy to hand him, but too often, we are at odds instead. Nearly every time I have finally given up on his dominant side, he turns around and shocks hell out of me again...

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She was tall – that was the very first thing he noticed. He was sitting at the bar, and she’d glided past just at the edge of his vision, inviting him to crane his neck and look again. His initial, uncharitable thought – given her height – was that she was a transvestite, but when he took another, longer look at her, he knew that this was definitely not a mistake he would have made if he’d got more than the briefest glimpse of her.

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I have been home from work barely five minutes when there's a knock at my door. I open it and smile at the tall, skinny man standing outside my door. "Natalie." He leans forward and kisses both of my cheeks, his hand caressing the back of my neck. "Come in," I step back and give him room. "Where are we heading tonight Sammy?" I ask, returning his kisses.

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