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THE FIRST TIE
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By JOHN
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There's nothing like a bus ride home to put you in a bad mood.
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Here I was, walking the long road to our house from the bus stop in town,
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musing on how much it was going to cost me to get the car out of the shop,
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what I was going to do about my many problems at work, and how sore my feet
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were getting as I trudged home in the hot sun...
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I was hot and sweaty by the time I walked up the driveway and slowly swung
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the door open and entered the relative coolness of the house, when you met
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me at the door.
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"Oh, bad day, honey?" you asked, a look of concern on your face.
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"You bet," I nodded grimly, and then suddenly I knew my day was going to be
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different.
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Instead of your usual jeans and T-shirt, you were wearing an elegant
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red dress and high-heel shoes, with your blonde hair cascading to your
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shoulders with a grace that bespoke a careful preparation for this moment.
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Your dress, which ended at mid-thigh, showed off your long, shapely
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legs, and clung to your every curve. My thoughts of work, of the
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bus, of the long walk home, quickly evaporated as I thought ahead to
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the coming evening.
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"Are we going out for dinner?" I asked, taking in the sight of your
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beautiful, intoxicating body and feeling a slight, familiar stirring
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in my loins.
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"No, I thought we'd stay home and enjoy ourselves... I've got a couple
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of steaks on the grill, and we can open that wine we've been saving...
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I just thought you'd like a special evening with me..."
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"Every evening with you is special," I murmured, and you giggled in reply
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as you hugged me. The smell of the sizzling steaks drifted through the
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back door, causing my stomach to speak of its own hunger, as a hunger more
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basic also awoke, stimulated by your scent that hung in the air as we parted
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and you swayed through the doorway to pull the steaks off the grill.
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I struggled with the wine cork, and managed to work it free just as you
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returned, your legs long and graceful beneath the hem of your dress.
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I poured your wineglass first, followed by mine, as you smoothed your
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dress with a sweep of your hands, and sat down.
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"Your wine, my dear," I smiled.
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"Thank you," you replied with a dimpled smile, and we dug into our food. You
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kicked your shoes off and began playing with me with your bare feet as we
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ate, caressing my feet and lower legs, and I found it hard to concentrate on
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my food as we repeatedly paused to gaze at each other.
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We lingered after the meal was complete, slowly finishing our wine and
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talking, and then I got up and began gathering the dishes from the
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table.
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Your hand stopped me. "No," you murmured. "We'll have time for that
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later." Leading me to the living room, you turned and bent over slightly
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as you put on a record, and, as the soft scratch of the needle gave way
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to the beginning of Kenny Rogers, you held out your hands. "Dance?"
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"By all means," I murmured with a smile, as our arms enfolded around
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each other and we began swaying to the music.
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"My day just improved," I murmured into your ear. My hands caressed
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you restlessly, playing with your hair, and stroking your curves through
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the fabric of your dress.
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"It gets better," you giggled. Your hands drifted lower as we danced,
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tracing a line along the inseam of my trousers, slowly trailing your long
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fingernails lightly up my inner thigh until you found the rapidly-growing
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bulge at the front of my pants.
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"Mmmmm, it does, indeed," I murmured. You felt a hand slip under the hem
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of your dress, to caress your soft skin through the fabric of your panties.
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The hem of your dress lifted slightly with my efforts, revealing the lacy
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hem of your black satin half-slip, and our bodies molded together more tightly
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as we began slowly, tentatively, exploring each other's mouths with our
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tongues.
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Your hand became more insistent on my growing bulge, stroking along my
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length boldly. Our breathing quickened, and grew more ragged, becoming
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punctuated with soft little sighs of pleasure as we surrendered to each
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other.
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"I want you, John," you murmured.
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"I want you, too, Nicole," I answered, easing my fingers past the
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waistband of your panties and searching for your warm wetness. "Tell
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me again that you want me... that you want my hard manhood..."
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You reached down and unbuckled my belt, then pulled it free from the
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belt loops and cast it aside. "No," you declared. "This time we do it
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my way. I do NOT want your 'hard manhood'."
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"You don't?" I replied, puzzled. Your fingers quickly unclasped my
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trousers and pulled my zipper down.
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"No," you said, then paused, a look of indecision passing over you,
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which was then replaced by one of determined resolve. You took a deep
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breath, pulling my stiffness free and stroking it with your fingers.
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Dropping to your knees, your warm, wet mouth descended to my hot, hard
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desire. "I want your COCK," you blurted, closing your lips around me
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and wetting my length with your warm tongue. "I want your COME," you
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added, becoming braver as you cast your fears aside with an abandon
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growing more reckless by the second. "I want your hot COCK to spurt
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your sweet COME down my throat, and I want to SWALLOW it."
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With each deliciously naughty phrase, your mouth and tongue worked
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more vigorously over my long... hot... COCK... (yielding to your desires,
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I began to adopt that term as my own), bringing me so close to the brink
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of orgasm that I knelt on the floor before you, gasping in pleasure.
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Your warm, wet mouth followed me down.
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Our bodies lay next to each other, as you took my cock in your mouth
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again and again. You could feel it getting longer as my excitement
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grew. And then you gasped as well, as my hand reached beneath the hem
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of your dress and tugged at your panties, drawing them down enough to
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reach you with my fingers again and slip inside your warm wetness.
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Your mouth stroked me, and my fingers stroked you... relentlessly,
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insistently... and our cries of pleasure grew more passionate...
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You jerked your head as you felt your mouth fill with a hot, salty
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taste that betrayed my passion as a foretaste of my life spasmed over
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your loving tongue... then again, as you cried out in your abandon and
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a larger spurt issued from the large, thrusting member in your mouth.
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And your sighs became louder, climbing in pitch as my tongue probed
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within you, exploring you, tasting of your hot, sweet tanginess with
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complete abandon.
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Then you felt me withdrawing from you, and looked up with your green
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eyes to see me unbuttoning my shirt. You took this moment to grasp
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your damp panties and pull them down your long legs, scissoring your
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legs to cast them aside from your ankles.
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Then you gasped in surprise as you saw me reach over, pick up my
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discarded leather belt, and grasp one of your arms firmly and begin
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tying one end of the belt to your wrist.
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"John, what are you doing?" you screamed, struggling, as I looped the belt
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through one of the couch legs and began tying the other end of the belt
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to your other wrist.
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"Just making sure you don't get away," I murmured huskily, and you suddenly
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stopped struggling as you realized what I was doing. Actually, you knew
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you could wriggle out of your bonds quite easily if you wanted to... but
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you didn't want to. You wriggled sensuously on the floor in a mock struggle
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to free yourself, your hands high over your head as you lay on the floor.
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"Ohhhhh, then what are you going to DO with me, then?" you purred in a
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low voice. Your dress had hiked up your hips, and your glistening, wet
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womanhood beckoned to me as your legs opened in silent invitation, framed
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by the black silk of your half-slip.
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I was stepping out of my trousers, and casting aside my white shorts,
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watching you eye my exposed, hard manhood with unconcealed interest.
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I took a deep breath, as I bent to unbutton your dress, starting at
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your throat and continuing down, exposing your lacy black bra... kissing
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your exposed skin at your collarbone as each button came free. Finally,
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as I undid the button at your navel, and turned your body slightly to
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unclasp your bra and ease it up out of my way, I paused, a hand massaging
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one of your nipples, gently, and looked into your eyes.
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"I want to fuck you," I murmured.
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"Oh, say that again... it excites me," you sighed.
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My hand felt your nipple harden, and your eyes glazed over with unashamed
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lust. "I want to fuck you," I repeated.
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"Ohhhhh, again." My body pressed against yours, and you felt the heat
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of my member on your inner thighs as I positioned myself at your eager
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entrance.
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"I want to FUCK you," I breathed into your ear, as you drew your knees
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up and spread your legs wider, arching your back as I slid deep, deep
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inside your honeyed warmth.
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"Again!" you moaned. "Ohhhh, how I want you!"
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My mouth drifted to your breasts and began tonguing your nipples as
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your body responded with a series of shudders than ended in a gasp
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and a soft moan from your moist lips. "UhhhhNNNNGGHHHH!"
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"I... want... to... ohhhhhhh, Nicole! Want to... to... FUCK...
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ohhhh...", I moaned, as your body endured my passionate thrusting
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and our breathing intensified.
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"Yes!" you cried. "Yes! Oh, John, COME inside me! I want your
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come! I want you to FUCK me! I want... ohhhhh..."
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Your back arched suddenly, and your head tossed from side to side
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spasmodically, as a tremor slowly but completely took over your body,
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and I felt you tense under me as you experienced each wave of pleasure,
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more intense than the last. Your eyes closed for a moment as you were
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overcome by the intensity of your response, and I watched as your
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eyelids fluttered briefly, and you gritted your teeth... and then
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your mouth dropped open again.
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Then I groaned in pleasure as my thrusting... COCK... spasmed, once,
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twice, countless times, endlessly filling you with my sweet, heavy
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seed... and the sensations brought you over the brink, triggering a
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squeal of pleasure that echoed off the walls, as your body bucked and
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writhed beneath mine.
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You closed your eyes as I collapsed against you, and experienced that
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dreamy twilight state for an endless moment, as our breathing slowly
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returned to normal, and then you felt my hands releasing your bonds, and
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you slowly brought your hands back to their normal position, noticing a
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slight stiffness in your muscles, as you caressed my hair gently.
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"Ohhhh, John, that was beautiful," you murmured, still stroking my hair
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at the base of my neck. Your voice was languid, tranquil. "So how's
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your day now? Still having a 'bad day'?" You giggled.
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"I'm having a wonderful day," I murmured gently, a soft breathiness
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coloring my voice.
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"Wait till you see what kind of NIGHT you're going to have!" you
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taunted, giggling again.
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"UH oh," I smiled in response.
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