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"Yes . . . masochist . . . lesbian . . .." "My goodness sakes, I am a lucky woman!" she said brightly. She was about twenty-seven years old. Her lesbianism was not public knowledge and manifested itself mostly in fantasy. She moved to me and looked down at me. I bowed my head. In a moment, I felt her hand in my hair, tugging slightly, more like a signal than an attempt to inflict pain. "Hit me," I begged. "Hurt me, hit me please... SHe started giving whipping strokes. She gave me a stroke she called his Latin rhythm stroke, short fast ones interspersed with long powerful ones. She had perfected several varieties, and she was alternating between them now. |
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