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smile. His eyes didn't join in the fun.
I hadn't thought about it at the time we made up the List, but I
was going to be one of Those People. It was just too, too ridiculous.
True, as I had told J, I fantasize about being tied down and forced to
have fantastic orgasms until I was too exhausted to cry for mercy, but
somehow I didn't connect my fantasies with that ludicrous leather-
scene reality.
He asked me what was going on in my head, and I explained, still
suppressing giggles and snorts. He nodded thoughtfully, paused, and
flipped the comforter off my nakedness. Instinctively, my hands
flashed to cover myself again, but I couldn't stop laughing.
He took something out of the bedside table. Suddenly he rolled me
over on my stomach and straddled my back. One at a time he pulled my
arms to my sides and pinned them there with his legs. Still laughing,
I twisted left and right to try and see what he was doing. I couldn't.
Gently, he twined my hair in his hand and pulled my head back. He
didn't try to hurt me, but I had to arch my neck back and lift my
upper torso off the bed to relieve the pulling on my hair.
"Hey, come on..." I tried to say. Something was forced against my
half-open mouth. He held it with one
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