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Night shift
Date: 1/20/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories
peel your clothes off and remain naked, real and sensitive like a bare vein? Make a mess of your place of work and desecrate it? However, the night gives you thousands of options to dedicate yourself to forbidden pleasure at the dark corners. At the day light she was looking at the mirror and all she could see was a tired, frustrated working bee in a gray suit and smeared lipstick. At night she was... everything she wanted. Her fantasies could prevail. Especially when she was lying on the couch with a fist shoved to the wrist at her gushing peach and her breasts poured with some wax from the burning candles surrounding her... who really needed the break of dawn, anyway? Just when she was on the edge of her orgasm, the telephone rang. She groaned in pain and dragged her feet with the utmost efforts to the irksome awful piece of machinery and pulled out her hand drenched in juices. She automatically switched on her business voice like a real actress. There was not a hint of emotion or thrill in this tone of voice. However, the person on the other side of the line seemed to know better than that. His bitter, sarcastic laughter pierced her keen hearing. "Can you see me?" She was startled. Her mouth suddenly got strangely dry. She looked cautiously through the window as far as she could to make out something through that thick mist. There was not even a single light switched on in the adjacent building. She could not even see the street lanterns. "Answer sincerely, you trickster! ...