Wednesday, April 9, 2014


Emily saw me staring at her this morning as she got dressed, knew what I was thinking, paused and stared at me, smiled.

"What," I swallowed as things tightened under my lingerie.

"The longer you're locked up, the worse you want it, don't you?"

"Yes," I said, looked down, knew better than to beg.

"It's so ironic, sweeite," she said.

"What is," I asked.

"The longer it's been, the worse you want it...the more excited I get keeping you locked up."

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