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Marcellus Tvaris was a tailor. He was the very best of tailors. He could fit a dinner jacket with such precision, he fit his dresses with such delicacy, that he was able to keep his shop open in a suburb on the west side of Detroit for twenty five years. He had an exacting and accurate eye for detail. He would take notice of the particular way a man's waistline might bulge, of all a client's proportions, of how a man walks in his pants and use this information in his tailoring.

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Chapter 1 The last yellow rays of late afternoon sun cut through the old, leaded windows of the student union and caught Barb in the eyes as she sat next to Janet. She squinted, took a sip of her coke, and said, "Let's scoot around a little. The sun's starting to hit me in the eyes."

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Sadie was ready to say her final goodbye to the man who had dominated her mind for the past four years. His name was Bruce, and they had shared a volatile, passionate love affair online. Both were married, both had children, and both had an obsession for each other. Over the course of the four years, the couple had fought and made up more times then either one could ever dream of counting.

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I am so insatiable today. I'm probably a danger to society, but you really really got me going last night. So I'm thinking what about the flipside what would I do to you if I tied you up and had my way with you, used you for my pleasure? Found ways to torture you with passion...

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The betrayal rocked her world. He swears that he loves you but then comes home with whip marks across his pretty ass! O this will NOT be tolerated! Riley had pushed Serena's bitch button and now he must pay the price. Telling her that he was going to a car show with his buddies, I mean come on! I'll take terrible lies for a thousand Alex. But Serena had been a major player in her time taking whatever man she wanted and to hell with the consequence and to her thinking this was a karmic balance.

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It started innocently enough I just never thought it would go as far as it did. I became acquainted with Suzanne through a popular erotic story website. In my spare time I write erotic fiction and Suzanne provided feedback on a few stories I wrote. She said she like my stores and wanted to know when I was writing more.

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She knelt down by the door of the bathroom, completely naked, her hands clasped in her lap, her head bowed. The short copper hair was tussled, but her overall appearance was neat. She couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her today. He stepped out of the shower, completely naked. He chuckled. "My my, someone doesn't like clothes very much," he noted, very pleased with his slave. She was in position, didn't bother with frilly knick knacks, and was ready to serve him.

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Sitting quietly on my Master's four-post bed awaiting his return, I start to fidget. Running my hands through my short cut raven black hair, along my full chest making my nipples hard, and down to my cunt finding my already throbbing clit. Rubbing slowly my painted blood red nail seems to go white.

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Circling her, stopping every so often to test the firmness of her flesh through a light slap, a caress, He watched her. Memorized her inch by inch. And as He circled her, she felt the color rise to her skin, staining her pink from the very tips of her toes to the ends of her hair.

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Slowly opening my eyes I hear the rush of the water from the bathroom. The sprays of water hitting the sides of the shower as you move. Smiling wide, closing my eyes picturing my perfect sexy Master in all his naked glory washing away the left overs of our night together. I moan as I move, the delicious ache between my thighs from your attentions during the night reminding me of every mind-blowing moment with you.

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