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Monday, June 28, 2010

A Monday Something

He leaves for work, and she sighs, how she misses Him during the day when He is at work. The day was very hot, humid almost electric in the hair, the breeze a heavy blanket of moisture as she saunters in their bed room. Top drawer is where she keeps her toys, her plays thing, His manipulations of pleasure. She opens said drawer and it silently opens offering for the gooides of her desires. She squeals softly in excitement as her right hand delves into the drawers becoming darkeness.

She selects two clothes pegs, the old fashioned wooden kind, that pinch with metal claws closed. Lifting her blouse no bra does she wear, as she tugs pertly on her left nipple before encircling the slightly engorged nipple. Her body arcs as the clothespin clips closed. She does the same to the other one, pert, hard and ready to accept the pain and hardship.

Dropping her blouse with groan, she now begins her day. Dishes first..as the pinching tightens further with every passing movement. Drying them was sheer torturing bliss as she moaned softly dripping wetter as the chores past. By the time she had done the vacuuming an hour had past. Her nipples ached hotly now. Reaching up underneath her blouse she release the left one and then the right one.

The hot burning flashed made her grunt and then groan, she he taunted and teased herself to a bad state. It was only noon, now what?...

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That's Life

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The Master Of Her Domain

The Master Of Her Domain
There is One for everyone. The Master of my Domain is the axis in which my world spins. There shall only be but One. Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold......