Harsh is the night…

September 11, 2016

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Diary 11th September

Just a fistful of fast, challenging, hot-wired mind-bites!

‘She can’t say no if she’s gagged.’ S smiles at us. She is tall, and so thin you don’t believe she can possibly cast a shadow. There is a scent of jasmine about her: sickly sweet, heady – as if her body were a garden…a torture garden, perhaps?

She uses the crop with consummate skill…

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Her tongue seems huge in my mouth. She has a strong tongue and slender fingers. Their touch is like the flickering lick of a candle flame on my skin. I take a nipple into my mouth now, as her fingers gently caress and set me alight…

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Today is Dee’s birthday and we are going to the coast. We will eat, drink and make merry, inbetween watching the waves break over ragged rocks, while the gulls circle slowly overhead…We will return in a couple of days.

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