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fantasy story of Kei Hiramatsu :
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e with me, picking up different
objects and touching me in different places, while I tried to
guess what he was holding. I felt leaves brush my breasts, twigs
caress my groin, a thorny branch pass ever so lightly across my
stomach. A wrong guess produced nothing; a right answer was
rewarded with a kiss or more. I'd been guessing right for a
while, and was eager for bigger rewards, when he changed the
game. He suddenly stopped, tied my leash to a branch over my
head, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and left, walking noisily
through the underbrush.
I'd never done anything like that before. As I said, I'm a city
person; I bought the farm because I wanted privacy, not because I
liked nature. But Kei's e I was, bound blindfolded in the woods,
not knowing who else or what else might happen by. Your skin
becomes very sensitive at a time like that; you feel every little
breath of wind, or sk
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