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Jan 2017
Welcome Princess,

Why don't you walk over here and see where you'll be staying.

Yes Princess this is definitely the place this is no mistake.

Her eyes take in the black walls and thick lush red carpet the four poster bed with ropes hanging down onto the mattress,
she sees the chains on the wall and her heart beat quickens her body trembles with excitement,

O how how she trembles white skin a paler shade of white shivers of anticipation and lust,

O how she craves the touch of skin on skin, the feel of hard callused hands running over her back down her plump buttocks and down her inner thigh,

Her soul crying out for abandon of everything crying out for the last push of muscle waiting for the tensing and the in drawn breath, waiting for the hard gripping hands waiting for that final push to pull her into oblivion.

Thank you my prince she says as she slips out of white silk dress and knells next to her prince charming waiting barley able to contain her lust and hope of oblivion.

Welcome Princess to my world.
pookie
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