Pleasure or Pain
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I pull up in the tree lined driveway and check the address, it's the right one. My phone rings in my pocket, and I answer it, it's a message from you... The text message reads: "Key under mat, top floor, door on right..." Quickly I read the message and get out of the car. Sure enough, the key is under the mat, and I let myself inside your house. The house is neat and tidy; flowers from the gardens fill vases which are placed on tables and benches... I stand at the stairs, and look at the polished wooden banister, before I slowly walk up the wooden stairs, one step at a time.At the top of the stairs, there is a white door with a gold handle. I press the handle down and slowly open the door, a bit at a time. As the door opens, I see your feet first on the bed, bare feet, then the delicate skin of your legs, and as the door opens fully, I see you laying there, your clothes folded neatly on a settee, and you're laying there looking at me with your hazel eyes, lips slightly apart, and your hands caressing your soft skin, waiting for me.Wordlessly, I take my belt off, letting the big silver buckle fill my hand, as I walk slowly over to the bed, and I sit on the end of the bed looking at you as I remove my shoes and socks. I reach into the bag I'm ...
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I pull up in the tree lined driveway and check the address, it's the right one. My phone rings in my pocket, and I answer it, it's a message from you... The text message reads: "Key under mat, top floor, door on right..." Quickly I read the message and get out of the car. Sure enough, the key is under the mat, and I let myself inside your house. The house is neat and tidy; flowers from the gardens fill vases which are placed on tables and benches... I stand at the stairs, and look at the polished wooden banister, before I slowly walk up the wooden stairs, one step at a time.At the top of the stairs, there is a white door with a gold handle. I press the handle down and slowly open the door, a bit at a time. As the door opens, I see your feet first on the bed, bare feet, then the delicate skin of your legs, and as the door opens fully, I see you laying there, your clothes folded neatly on a settee, and you're laying there looking at me with your hazel eyes, lips slightly apart, and your hands caressing your soft skin, waiting for me.Wordlessly, I take my belt off, letting the big silver buckle fill my hand, as I walk slowly over to the bed, and I sit on the end of the bed looking at you as I remove my shoes and socks. I reach into the bag I'm ...
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