“hmm…you better restrain your thoughts, or else you’ll have your hands full” she said my mind quivered “restraint, hands full….” I groaned aloud to which she replied “glad it wasn’t wasted on you” “so how about that chair?” she said pointing to the antique faded armchair “restrained, blindfolded, lips nuzzling” I am bound to the…

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I live to fulfil your fantasies. I am under the table in the restaurant. The white table cloth forming a cocoon, hiding me. I gaze longingly from your slender black stiletto heel, up the sheer silk of the vintage stocking along the elegance of your calf. I part your knees gently, noticing an initial tremor,…

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