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en - to bring her, silently. And how Yuko Ogura had eaten
it, slowly, relishing Yuko's own juices, and smiling evilly at that
same waiter.
In this way, our correspondence flourished. We shared more and
more of our fantasies and experiments, never really being sure
which were which. We discovered the turn-on's we had in common -
exhibitionism, physical restraint, and creative uses of food -
and those we didn't - your love of spanking, mine for butt plugs.
Our next step was to send instructions to each other, to be
carried out precisely, then reported upon in great detail.
Sometimes they were favors to be done for our lovers of the
moment; other times they were instructions to be carried out in
public. And as each message arrived, we would feel the building
anticipation of what was to happen next; what strange and excit-
ing situation would we find ourselves in this time. Sometimes,
although less frequently, we would report of excursions that we
had initiated ourselves; the one thread which ran through all of
these was the fantasy we shared of the other watching, unseen by
anyone else. It was this secret presence which added the extra
spice to our hormonal excursions, and kept our partners wondering
at our intriguing and
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