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ere was the initial trepidation,
the fear that somehow our colleagues would find us out, the worry
that our correspondence was being shared with the rest of the
world, but each of us stayed with it. And before long, each of
us was hooked. In fact, now we look upon those days and recog-
nize the heightened anxiety for what it was: raw sexual arousal.
We were just too timid to admit it to ourselves at the time.
At first, we just shared the tidbits of little fantasies, embel-
lished personal descriptions, and the like. You told me about
the night your then-lover blindfolded you for the first time, and
simply ordered you to lay still as he had his way with you. How
you ached for the physical restraints that would have made your
bondage easier; and that sudden exquisite terror when the door
opened: had he left? Had someone else come in? It was a mark
of strengths you had yet to discover that you laid there, motion-
less, while someone dripped something on you, cool enough to make
you jerk, but not enough to make you resist. As he licked it off
your breasts, your firm tummy, and finally from your dripping
pussy you smelled the chocolate. And you recognized his beard.
But he didn't know the thrill you felt from imagining my presence
there.
Then I t
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