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Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Play With Me

After work, I sped off down the road, and pulled stealthily into the lot. I got out of my car with my coat pulled close around my face. It was cold out, but I was on a mission. I found my way inside. Despite the bright lights, I slipped into the room and nervously removed my clothes.

There he was; demanding and father-like. "Lay down," he said and I obeyed. I tensed up as he ran his hands down my stomach and quickly removed my boxers. He looked me over with great interest and then I felt his hands on me. As he manipulated my body with his sterile and experienced hands, I took a deep breath...and coughed.

Then it was over.

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