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25 lines
1.3 KiB
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Rush Hour
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I was right where I'd wanted to be for a long time -- she had started
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slowly, flogging me gently, kissing me with her whips. Now my mind was close
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to snapping, waves of pain-as-pleasure eroding my last resistance. I knew
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that as good as it was now, I couldn't take much more.
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She settled it with a hard *crack* from one of her more devilish
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instruments....fire spread through my body and brain, and I could take no
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more.....I breathed the word "yellow", scarce able to get it through my
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lips. And then I screamed as blow after blow landed with stunning ferocity
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on my backside. I thrashed, I screamed, I howled and shook with this
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betrayal, and then gave in to darkness.
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When I awoke, lifting my head groggily, I found I was unbound, and
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she was packing the last of her toys into her bag. She turned and headed
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for the door without a backward glance.
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"Wait!" I managed to croak.
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"Yes?" She paused at the door.
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"Why....Why did you keep going...after I called yellow...and so hard?
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Are you so cruel?"
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She seemed puzzled.
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"I was trying to make the light before it turned red. Everyone
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knows yellow means go like hell."
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She blew me a kiss and walked out.
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