The Training

It was dark. His brain was foggy. Was it still Friday night? Where was he? He reached his hands towards his head to try and rub out some the grogginess but they resisted. He tried again and then realized that something was stopping his movement. Again, he pulled. Something around his wrists, hard, metal. . . . → Read More: The Training

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How Far Would You Go?

Do you remember the first time you saw me? I was wearing a short sleeveless summer dress, the soft silk of it so thin you could almost see the detail to my white lace push up bra. It hugged my breasts perfectly giving you just a glimpse of that delicious soft caramel cleavage. You . . . → Read More: How Far Would You Go?

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