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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Saori Furuta :
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'd arouse him and then leave.
Around 3 a.m., when I was certain he was asleep, I crept back in,
aroused him again -- in both senses of the word -- and mounted him. When
we were both more than satisfied, I curled up next to him and we fell
asleep together. Around 10 a.m. or thereabouts, I finally unchained
him. John finally tried to get up. No dice -- he'd had too much to
drink, and he passed out at the table. Here I was, nude, gagged, and
bound spread-eagled to the bed -- and my captor was in a drunken stupor,
probably unable to move until mornng.
(to be continued)
In fiction -- or at my house, for that matter -- the bed is always a
four-poster, which provides convenient anchor points for ties. Motels
are rarely so considerate. The next obvious anchor points are the legs
of the bed. This one, though, was a platform bed -- no legs at all. But
if you run a chain under the mattress, with a Y to connect to both ends
of that bar, you have two ideally-placed rings. You can do the same at
the head of the bed, of course, but John preferred a
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