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The first time
i remember the first time we met...
The nerves,oh God,the sickness
as i walked up to the hotel room.
There were detailed instructions i'd been given.
The blindfold sat on the bedside table
next to the neatly made double bed.
Nice room,with nice pictures on the wall,
nothing seedy about it.
i changed as ordered,
and put the dress on i'd carefully chosen 3 weeks ago.
You said You liked classy,
so You could see the class stripped away
to the slut below.
hairbrush rested on the table
in place of the blindfold,
i placed the blindfold over my eyes,
and the darkness engulfed me.
On all fours on the bed,
i began to edge...until i heard the key in the door,
and my heart stopped as i gasped out loud...
The nerves,oh God,the sickness
as i walked up to the hotel room.
There were detailed instructions i'd been given.
The blindfold sat on the bedside table
next to the neatly made double bed.
Nice room,with nice pictures on the wall,
nothing seedy about it.
i changed as ordered,
and put the dress on i'd carefully chosen 3 weeks ago.
You said You liked classy,
so You could see the class stripped away
to the slut below.
hairbrush rested on the table
in place of the blindfold,
i placed the blindfold over my eyes,
and the darkness engulfed me.
On all fours on the bed,
i began to edge...until i heard the key in the door,
and my heart stopped as i gasped out loud...
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