Settle in on my bed and make myself come for hours, reading story after story, learning about myself in the process, discovering that my fantasies revolved around being my choice being taken away from me. Sex Maybe tomorrow, you could… we could… again?” Read 192810 times |
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The idea was intoxicating. It leads to a metal ring on the floor. At first he was content to simply sniff at me and lick my arm a little. It felt warm, hot even as it filled me. Olivia wouldn’t dream about fucking dogs. Eventually, I opened up my email again, surprise to find that she’d sent me another message while I was making myself come. That’s about all the warning I had. I ended up climaxing several times while reading it the first time.
