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Archive-name: Bondage/latenite.txt
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Archive-author: Vermillion
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Archive-title: Late Night Return
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This is a love story containing a little consentual bondage. It's really not
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bad. It is part of an ongoing series of stories about Alice and her lover.
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Comments and feedback are always welcome at: an1985@anon.penet.fi or
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wi6368@n7kbt.rain.com.
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Please do not repost this story without this message intact. Please make no
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changes except those involving spelling or minor grammar errors.
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Vermillion
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I've been waiting for you, Alice. I've put on a fire, and curled up
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with a book, waiting for you to come home. It's 2 am. You finally get
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home from halfway across the country, tired and cold and in *no* romantic
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mood at all. Of course, you still give me a kiss and hug -- not just a
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cursory kiss and hug -- and explain that you just are not up for anything
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more now, that you are going to go get a bath and go to bed.
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Up the stairs you go. I watch you move, imagining how it would look
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with no clothes on. I hear the water running, and wait just a little.
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Then I go upstairs, and slide into the bathroom to wash your back for you.
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You start to protest, and I grab your wrists and pull them behind your
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head. You look lovely like that, with your arms raised and your breasts
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jutting out. I pull out the soft cloth cuffs we sometimes use, the dark
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purple cat collars. I click them on your wrists, and then snap them
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together behind your head. Its not terribly comfortable, but at least
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your hands can't get in my way now. Tears start down your face, from
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exhaustion or discomfort, I don't know. I kiss you and then wipe them
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away.
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I take one of those big, soft sponges, and wash you, sluicing water
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over your back, and letting it run down your shoulders. I kiss the back
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of your neck and push you against the back of the tub, washing your
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stomach with the sponge, and then your breasts. You are, by now, feeling
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very warm as I start to scrub a little at the inside of your thighs, and
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lean over to kiss your upturned breasts. Your eyes are closed, but you
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are certainly not surprised by my touches. Eventually, I haul you out,
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and dry you off with a big fluffy towel, kissing you very hard, forcing
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my tongue into your mouth and pressing you close to me.
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It is late, Alice, but there we are, you in your towel and I in my
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bathrobe. It's much, much colder out in the hall or the bedroom than it
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is right here in the bathroom, and you don't want to leave. I untie my
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robe, push your towel away, pressing my naked body close against yours.
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It is late, you say, as I unhook your hands. And it is, as we sink down
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onto the bathroom floor. We both smile, as we fuck, very very slowly,
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feeling very very warm.
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You'll sleep well tonight, dear.
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Vermillion
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