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Hold your breath

July 2, 2008

“Is there any place else you need to be cooled?” You ask as
you retrieve another ice cube.
I just shrug casually, but I watch intently as you bring your
hand toward my abdomen. As the first drops of water hit my skin, I
gasp slightly, but I want […]

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June 27, 2008

“Hmph! You _like_ having ice on your skin?”
I nod as you reach into the tumbler of iced tea you’re holding
and fish out another piece of ice. I can feel my crotch start to warm
with anticipation. Playing the game, though, I try to change the
subject….
“So, how was your ride? How far did you get?” I ask as you begin
tracing the top curve of my breasts above the fabric with the ice.
“Not more than 10 or 12 miles. Dave’s bike got a flat and we didn’t
have a spare.” You have some trouble keeping your voice even as your eyes
watch my breasts twitch from the cold. My top is now soaked down to
my nipples and the cloth clings tightly to my skin. Another breeze
passes and a delicious shiver runs through me, so I lay back to steady
myself, not really meaning to pull away from your hand.
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June 22, 2008

I knew you would enjoy this view, and your expression and
straining shorts verify that fact. After a significant pause, during
which I pretend not to notice you staring at my body, you close your
mouth, recompose your face and look up to my eyes.
“What […]

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June 8, 2008

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“Oh, hi! It’s just you.” I say with a smirk. “I thought it was
my other lover.” (Oh how I love to tease you!)
“What `other’ lover?” you demand playfully, as you run the
shrinking ice cube across my chest with your finger. The cold wetness
has caused my nipples to harden, quite obvious through the thin, soft
cotton of my top.
“You know …,” I chide, “My other lover who does _nice_ things
for me.”
“Oh REALLY? Who is this guy?”
My top is getting very wet from my sweat and the melting ice.
A sudden breeze blows across me, causing me to shiver involuntarily. I
see your eyes sparkle with delight as you watch my breasts jiggle and
my nipples grow even harder.

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June 3, 2008

I can’t believe I have time to relax! I’m sitting here in the sun,
in a tank top and shorts, feeling those nasty ultraviolet rays warming
my skin. Skin cancer? No way! I don’t spend enough time out here to be
at risk. I wonder if I’m even out enough to maintain my vitamin D levels!
Mmmm. It feels so good!
I close my eyes from my book and tilt my face up to the sun.
I can hear you walk up quietly, but I don’t react. What will it
be? I know you well enough to expect a “sneak attack.” Why do guys do
this? (Well, I guess I’m guilty on occasion myself.) Just when I’m
relaxed, reclined, letting the world disappear, somebody insists on
tickling me or dropping ice down my back! With a mental sigh, I brace
myself.

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February 24, 2008

She was all but unconscious, yet her hips still moved in
pleasure. What a sight she made — her smooth, pale flesh, her
beautifully proportioned back and graceful neck, her slender waist
and her lovely hips. Her ass cheeks were clenching and unclenching
and her legs were slightly parted, one drawn partway up. The
insides of her thighs were shiny with her juices, picking up the
light from under the door to the bathroom.
“Dammit, woman — I want to fuck you in the worst way,” I
said. Her hips jerked at the words. With her face still pressed
into the disheveled blankets, she arched her ass up at me and
pulled her knees underneath her. Veterinarians call it
“presenting.”
The height of the bed wasn’t quite right for this, though. I
grabbed the pillows, stacked them, then grabbed her hips and
stacked her on top of the pillows at the edge of the bed. She still
lay limply, with her face down on the bed and her arms
outstretched, as if forgotten. I could smell her rich juices, the
aroma bypassing thought and triggering cockthrobs.
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January 12, 2008

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January 8, 2008


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She began to get up, but the guard said “we’re not quite done yet.” He
told her to sit on the edge of the table again, and she did. He took
her perfectly formed breast in his hand, and squeezed it. Then, harder.
This was painful, too, but not as much as the pussy spreader was. He
then moved to the other breast and did the same thing.

Finally, they gave her her clothes back, and she dressed. She walked
out to the lobby, still sore from what she had been through, but fully
dressed now.

We left and went back out to the car. Her first B&D experience was
over.

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November 27, 2007

After the tour, we came back to the lobby. Carl told Kei to go back to
the room with the guards since she needed to be searched a second time
before she left. She had no choice since all her clothes were there.
She went back to the room, and the three guards were still there. […]

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November 14, 2007

While the first guard held her breast firmly in this position, the
second one came over to her. At first he just brushed his hand upwards
gently rubbing her erect nipple. “Ohh” she said, not used to having her
nipple stimulated like this. Then he squeezed it between his thumb and
forefinger.

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After a minute of this, they both let go, and she placed her hand over
her now sore left breast. Then they repeated the procedure on her right
breast, first sequeezing it and then squeezing her nipple. While they
were doing this, the third guard watched the whole thing.

Then, when they were done with both breasts, they told her to lie down
on the table. She did, shocked as her warm skin met the cold metal
along the length of her back, buttocks, and thighs. She lay there
with her hands at her sides, and one guard moved to each side of the
table. They grasped her ankles and pulled them apart, spreading her
legs wide. She tried to close them, but could do nothing against the
strong grip of the guards. The third guard said “Lie still, miss”
since she was squirming on the table. He began by placing his hand on
her calf, massaging the fleshy part of her calf. He worked his way
upwards, passing her knee. Then he started on her smooth dark thighs.
Soon he had covered both legs, pressing his fingers into her flesh.

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