But as I unbutton my shirt and tear it from my shoulders, I imagine her long blond curls braided down her naked back. I picture her small wrists bound behind her. I picture a blindfold over her eyes and her empty mouth at the right height to take my cock. “Fuck!” I bark as I bury my fingers in my hair. What am I doing? I can’t think things like that. That is exactly what I should not be doing. Trying to distract myself, I go to the bathroom down the hall and close myself in. I don’t have to remove my pants to know my cock is stiff and pulsing with need. “Stop it,” I berate myself, trying to
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