The Meeting
I hadn’t seen you in a week and a half. You’ve been gone, out of town, working opposite of me. I missed you. Wanted to feel you, taste you. You said meet me at the hotel, you’d be there shortly. 1 hour, 2, 3, 4…damn I’m going miss you again. Then you’re here just as I was about to get out of bed and get dressed. I let you in. I know the drill. I’m already undressed, naked as I am supposed to be in your presence, proper attire for a slave. Sometimes you...
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