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As our friends walked out of the flat, he mouthed one word to me before they shut the door, oblivious to our relationship. "Fuck."I grabbed my rucksack and rifled through it before walking past him into the bedroom, tearing off my shirt. He followed, waited until I paused at the foot of the bed and spun me around to face him. He paused, his eyes looking towards the door. We knew it was only a

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What I want right now is for you to walk through the door. Hang up your coat. Take off your shoes. Pull off your sweater. Unbutton your shirt. Unbuckle your belt. Unzip your pants. Remove your socks.Take me to bed. Lay with me. Rub my sides with your hands. Caress my shoulders with your fingers. Kiss my neck with your lips. Nuzzle my head with your forehead. Nudge my collarbone with

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I uncurl my legs beneath the duvet, throw my arms above my head and grab onto the headboard, stretching like a cat. I push the back of my head into the pillow and yawn before saying anything to you. "Good morning, sweetheart." You turn your head to look at me with one eye open, reach across my chest with your arm and pull me close against you. I turn onto my side, tuck my head into the crook

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I hung up my coat. He turned me to face him, his hands on my hips. He tilted my head towards his, a finger beneath my chin. He kissed me long and hard, his palm at the back of my neck. He handed me a daisy, a smile on his lips. "Happy birthday, honey." "Thank you, baby." I said as I nuzzled his neck. We walked from the front room into the lounge. He made me dinner, served it to me by

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I want him to start at the nape of my neck. Light kisses across my shoulder, trail his tongue ever-so-lightly over the curve of my shoulder. Hold my hand with his and raise my arm to his mouth. Sweet and gentle touches down my arm with his moist lips. Swirl his tongue around the tip of my finger. And lower my arm. Then start at the other side of my neck. Faint touches with his lips

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Leaning against the wall, I think to myself that he has two minutes before I head back to my office. Just as I'm ready to take a step away from the wall, he walks past me, flashes a discreet wink and disappears behind a door. Within a minute, he pops his head out the door, nodding at me to join him. He holds the door open for me and leads me by hand to the last stall. As I step past him, his

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In the year 2005 I resolve to: Become a slut. Get your resolution here And what are your sexy resolutions?

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He opens the door with my spare keys and quietly stalks me from the darkened foreroom as I pad around the kitchen in my sleepshirt. His hands grab hold of my hips, pulling me back and rubbing my ass against his stiffening cock. I reach up with my left hand, tugging at his neck, forcing his head to lean down and he drags his tongue across my lower lip. We kiss long and hard. "Hey baby, I

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Inspired by the likes of the Good Wife, the Kinky Bitch, the Dirty Talking Girl, ChicagoOdysseus, Burbman, the Wicked Wife, Evan, and the hostess of the Edinburgh Dinner Party, I've decided to procure myself my very own blog. I'm Sophie. Nice to meet ya.

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