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I can hardly wait for the courier to leave so I can open the package that he has just handed me. The formalities of receiving the parcel seem to go on forever but, finally I am alone. With trembling hands I tear the wrapping paper off the box and struggle to break the tape sealing it. It resists my efforts till I grab a knife from the kitchen and carefully cut it. As the box opens a strong smell of rubber assails my senses. I plunge my hands into the cool rubber’s soft caress and slowly lift it out of the box.
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Bastian and Taylor get into some bondage action.
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Summer nights dragged on more than winter nights it seemed. It was not that the night was so long, but the sounds mixed with the heat lingering in the camp kept the slave up long past the time he should have slept. Crickets whined all around the fenced compound where the Captain’s tiny cabin stood and the wicked laughter of coyotes echoed through the canyons near and far. The sound would first be of one lone coyote calling out in short howls then he would be answered by a yip or a bark.
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Back in the day of phone line hook ups, when the internet was still just a gleam, I had been chatting with this guy who sounded very hot but something didn’t feel exactly right so I had never arranged the final hook. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but my instincts told me to steer clear. Sure enough, I was talking to a bud about him when my friend figured out that he knew this boy and his less than stellar reputation (only took one day and some amateur sleuthing to be absolutely sure). My wanna-be trick worked for a brokerage downtown, loved taking cock in his ass, mouth and throat and promised to be a real pig, but played it very straight in public, even going so far as to harass the out gay guy in his office.
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