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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Yuuka Okunushi :
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t really all that daring. You know what
they say about a tree falling in the woods when there is no-one there
to hear it..." He was right. I was only brave when I was safe. But
still, it felt ... exciting.
I was hopping on one foot trying to buckle a cuff around my ankle
and convince him at the same time. It didn't work; he ignored me.
He told me to take out my contact lenses and lie down on the
dining room table and wait for him. The table is a heavy oak refectory
table. The top is three inches thick and made from a single piece of
wood from the trunk of a large tree. Long and narrow, it weighs a ton,
and is a beautiful antique. It was also cold on my back. I laid myself
out on it, legs together, fingers intertwined on my stomach, and
waited, like in a doctor's office, staring at the ceiling. He came
back with a tool box from the garage, and a soft nylon rope. He tied
my wrist cuffs together under the table with my elbows hooked over the
edge. My legs hung over either side of the table and were similarly
tied, my feet pulled nearly together under the t
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