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      <title>Just Before We Leave</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This is a true scenario my wife and I have both enjoyed acting out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He is stood naked at the end of the bed, his erection betraying his anticipation and sexual desire. Mistress is sat before him, fully clothed, rolling back a single stocking slowly and deliberately. She is wearing an above the knee skirt and her boots, with barely black nylons just visible. Her blouse is crisp and feminine, a necklace glinting around her perfumed neck.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Upstairs Downstairs</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; My wife and I enjoy bondage games and this is a scenario we hope to try shortly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was spreadeagled and face down, wrists and ankles stretched out across the bed. This allowed me a little margin to squirm, but nothing much. I felt the weight of my own body pressing down upon my cock, the cock she had trussed up just prior to securing my limbs. She had sheathed my erection in a single nylon stocking, using another to tie around my balls before using a third nylon to crush my shaft at the base, the centre, and agonisingly at the tip. Everything bulged, everything was being crushed by the weight of my own stranded form.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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