August 9, 2013
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August 9, 2013
I'm not much a
golfer, but I'd love to help out in my own special way
Source | hooters
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The "sorry,
I have to work late tonight" phone call...does it really need to be
translated?
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The only thing
out of place is the key
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Emily is
prettier, but we're close to pulling this off
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Source | Born in heaven and hell
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Thursday, August 8, 2013
Sweetest smell
and taste and sight in the entire world
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Thursday, August 8, 2013
The longer he holds out, the less time he'll be wearing the
chastity cage when she's done. So far, he's lasted thirty seconds, so he'll be
in the cage no longer than two months. But he's got to reach five minutes to
get it down to four weeks, and five minutes is five times the longest he's
lasted.
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Some days I HATE
being in chastity...and today is one of those days.
She
wore a short skirt to the office, nude hose, heels, sat at the kitchen stool
facing me, knowing EXACTLY what she was doing to me.
"Emily,"
I whispered softly.
"Hmmm,"
she looked over her iPhone, she was reading the news.
"You...you
look great."
"What?
Oh, thanks love."
"Em,
I...I know I'm not supposed to ask, but..."
She set
the phone down, crossed and re-crossed her legs, her eyes narrowed. "No,
no you're not."
"It...I
just feel so..."
"So
what?"
"Horny,"
I said softly, looked away.
"It's
a month Friday, right?"
"Four
weeks," I swallowed. "Not...not quite a month."
"And
you have how long to go?"
"Four
more."
"Did
we talk about eight weeks or two months? I remember two months."
I
nodded, she was right, and given that July and August have 31 days, it was
going to be as long a two months as it could be.
"Didn't
we talk about asking early?"
I
nodded again.
"And?"
"You
said not to, that..."
"Two
months was two months."
"Yes,"
I nodded again.
"So
I don't think there's anything you really want to ask, is there?" I didn't
answer, I didn't ask, either. "It was never going to be easy," she
bounced her heel so her foot touched my leg, "but isn't that the
point?"
"It...it's
hard sometimes."
She
laughed. "Not really."
"You
know what I mean, Emily."
"Of
course I know what you mean, sweetie. And that's why we agreed, no
asking."
"Sometimes...sometimes
I don't like it."
"And
sometimes I think you're not liking it makes you like it all that much
more." She stood up, picked up her breakfast dishes. "I know I like
it more when you don't like it, love, that's what makes it so fun."
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