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      <title>The Honey Trap</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Harder!&amp;rdquo; Marie screaming as I thrust into her, &amp;ldquo;Fuck me harder, goddamnit!&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her body writhed beneath mine and her outstretched hands pulled at their bonds, rocking the wooden headboard against the sheetrock of the wall. If the neighbors hadn&amp;rsquo;t already been woken by her screaming then they were certainly awake now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Choke me; cover my mouth so I can&amp;rsquo;t scream!&amp;rdquo; She implored.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I pounded her as hard as I could; I could feel myself approaching climax; then suddenly a bright light turned on and I heard a familiar voice from across the bedroom.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Honeypot</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Harder!&amp;rdquo; Marie screaming as I thrust into her, &amp;ldquo;Fuck me harder, goddamnit!&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her body writhed beneath mine and her outstretched hands pulled at their bonds, rocking the wooden headboard against the sheetrock of the wall. If the neighbors hadn&amp;rsquo;t already been woken by her screaming then they were certainly awake now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Choke me; cover my mouth so I can&amp;rsquo;t scream!&amp;rdquo; She implored.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I pounded her as hard as I could; I could feel myself approaching climax; then suddenly a bright light turned on and I heard a familiar voice from across the bedroom.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Unexpected Mistress</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Friday afternoons at work always tick by slowly. Even more slowly when you&amp;rsquo;re counting down the hours to fetish party that&amp;rsquo;s been on your mind all week.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I checked the clock: 3:30pm. The party didn&amp;rsquo;t begin until ten.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My experience thus far with such parties had been uniformly negative: sad, droopy older people and a ratio of men to women that was downright alarming. This was different. I had received a private invite from a group I&amp;rsquo;d found through a contact on Fetlife: unadvertised, with a strict age limit of 35, and a roughly even split of the sexes.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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