September 24,  2002

        i woke up this morning to find myself still in the day cuffs, plus wearing the bedtime cuff.  That was interesting.

      But not as interesting as what happened next ... in the darkness of this early morning.

      i struggled for a few moments, trying to undo the clasps on the day cuffs.  Huge dark hands found their way to my wrists and removed them for me.

      Than a deep, gravelly voice rumbled in my ear ... "lick my cock ..."  and i felt myself being pushed down to the nether regions of the bed.  The hips that belonged to the voice began moving, rocking back and forth as i obeyed.  Many long, tasty moments later i was pulled back up and pushed onto my back, and heard the same gravelly voice demanding my legs be opened.   i was entered hard - no flowery caresses or warm up - and my arms were held above my head by one dark hand wrapped tightly around my wrists.  The free hand spanked my left breast .. my left thigh.  i lost track of time.

      The voice spoke, harshly demanding "Now... "  and i'm gone.  Long, floating, climatic moments passed.  

      i had barely caught my breath when i heard the voice again, ordering me into the shower.  i felt as though i was still in a dream as i stumbled groggily away.

       Perfect.

      

        

 

     

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