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Oh, they're so tight.
Please don't loosen.
They burn my wrists,
arms and legs.
They squeeze my flesh,
with every move I make.
Strange excitement.
Odd anticipation.
I pull and twist
to find no release.

The cold metal.
Oh, god, so cold.
It touches me.
My stomach, my hand.
My legs, my thighs.

I can't see.
Cloth stretched across my eyes.
Soft cloth, hiding my view.
Black everywhere.

I can feel something.
Your hand moving.
Further and further it goes.
Don't! Stop!
Those words.
Those two simple words.
They form one sentence,
as my anticiapation grows.
Don't stop...
I say that quietly.
So very quietly.

I want this to end,
but at the same time,
I never want it to stop.
Strange excitement.
Odd anticipation.

I bite my bottom lip.
My breathing quickens.
My body responds in ways
my mind wishes not.
My eyes clench.
My hands tighten.
My body gets sweaty.
My legs tense.
Then finally relax.

One pant.
It escapes my lips.
The heat is unimaginable.
Your hand.
It moves further up.
I can feel it now.
On my breast,
still moving.

Another thing escapes.
A moan.
Deep from my throat.
After that, the same pant.
The same pant from before releases.
More heat.
Moist heat from my breath.

Strange excitement.
Odd anticiapation.
That disappears.
I bite my bottom lip harder.
Even that feels good.
My legs move, but not to the center.
They move apart.
I lost my will.
My power and freedom.
I give myself to you.

Don't ever stop....