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      <title>The Vanilla Wife</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Much of this story happened. I&amp;rsquo;ll leave it to the reader to determine how much. Further updates may come depending on events and on interest here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Kinky to Vanilla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Throughout my years as a single guy I had fantasized about a variety of bondage scenarios. I had dreamed of finding a partner who shared my love of kink. After a few failed relationships that bordered only slightly on kinky, I found the love of my love. She was smart, funny, kind, and the person that I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. She was also, without a doubt, vanilla when it came to sex. That wasn&amp;rsquo;t to say the sex wasn&amp;rsquo;t good. Far from it; we had an excellent sex life but we didn&amp;rsquo;t engage in anything I considered kinky.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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