From the Stacks

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Getting dressed with my roommate for a night out has never been as fun. Our latest suitors like a lot of expensive clothing, to unwrap, and buy us anything we want. To be honest this fetish has grown on us as well. Because either they take them off, or we do, we never undress ourselves.
 

To be that turned on, to not know pain as the moment is Adrenalin furled lust and the sweet burning of my flesh. Tomorrow I will wear a turtle neck and only you will know why. Only I will know you put the burns there, knowing your faithful apprentice would not pull away once sufficiently aroused.
 

When Mrs Thompson went out she made me watch her dress. She was beautiful and I was lucky to have landed this job as her assistant but I was not quite expecting the level of intimacy she required.
 

I was not pleased my brother in law had made himself comfortable in the chair his brother watches me dress and do other things from. I was not displeased either as his presence ended ten years of disavowing the attraction.
 
What a wonderful thread - thank you - my little gift here:

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What a wonderful thread - thank you - my little gift here:

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Being the trophy wife of the CEO of a fortune 500 company is the kind of thing I have leaned into. Giving his assistant the afternoon off and waiting for his immaculate suit to return from the high power meeting I forget everything and please him.
 

I was late for dinner with Thomas but her words, the way she described how it felt, I could not stop reading. My hand teased my hair to keep it from teasing elsewhere. I had to go but I had to know how it ended.
 
Being the trophy wife of the CEO of a fortune 500 company is the kind of thing I have leaned into. Giving his assistant the afternoon off and waiting for his immaculate suit to return from the high power meeting I forget everything and please him.

What a beautiful opening for a story
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I was late for dinner with Thomas but her words, the way she described how it felt, I could not stop reading. My hand teased my hair to keep it from teasing elsewhere. I had to go but I had to know how it ended.

so was this

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