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By *ongR OP Man
over a year ago
leamington |
You are upstairs - preparing yourself, knees shaking with excitment at the thought of whats to come.
You hear the distant sound of footsteps outside, they stop pressumably at your front door.
You hear the leather of my riding crop wrap the door once, twice - the third you feel your heart skip a beat and let out a short breath as you sense your wetness and hesr your front door creek open. The footsteps get closer as the masked man and his riding crop climb the stairs... |
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