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| sexual fantasy story of Sayaka Miyake : |
| h need again but unable to satisfy myself. I actually tried masturbating with my elbow. Almost got off, too. When he came back he was carrying what looked like a full-size model of my torso. It was (is) made of polished black fiberglass. He has done body work on his own cars (he even built his own kayak), and had used the same techniques to make a mold from the plaster cast he had of my body. It is actually quite beautifully made. Almost a work of art. It is shaped a bit like a thong-bottomed turtle-necked sleeve- less leotard except it is smooth and polished (inside and out) with steel rings hanging from it in various places and lockable latches all around the edges, under the crotch, everywhere, holding together the two halves, front and back. I was still practically vibrating from the earlier stimulation and wondered if this contraption was somehow designed to give me release since I couldn't. He leaned the body suit(?)--I don't really know what to call it--against the mirror in front of me at the foot of the bed. It isn't an exact model of me: the stomach muscles have more of a washboa |