Wicked Dreams 1
It’s been a stormy night and, although the sun is now beginning to rise, I can still hear the wind howling around the house and the rain lashing against the windows of your bedroom. It is December, but mild, none of the frost and coldness usual for the time of year, but blustery wind and rain, rain, rain. The skies are grey and full of gloom. I have been awake for some time in the large dog basket at the foot of your bed where you have me sleep, naked but for my heavy black leather collar...
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