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Chrissy traveled to Venice, Italy, for a break from life. Her bi friend Janey had a hotel room in the most elegant in Venice. Travel worn, Chrissy showered then took a nap in Janey's suite while her friend went off to see the sights. Chrissy awakes, blindfolded, tied and in the gentle hands of a mystery giver of pleasure.
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“Shhhh,” to soft voice said. Chrissy lay quietly, quivering. Her quivers, she worried, were not from fear.
The hand traced delicate circles on her leg. Wait! Did she just moan, softly? “Was that me?” Chrissy wondered. She drew her muscles tight, trying to pull herself into a safe bundle.
That didn't work. She felt the bindings on her ankles. Her legs were tied!
Chrissy lay back, relaxing to give herself a moment to think. To make a plan. To escape.
“Do you really want to escape?”
Who said that? Chrissy wondered. Or did she just think it? The stress of recent months addled her thoughts.
The fingers traced more light circles. They tickled. Chrissy hated that the touch did not feel unpleasant. The fingers moved higher, and Chrissy panicked. She was afraid of where those hidden fingers would go.
The circles, tantalizing, moved higher. Chrissy moaned softly when she felt the fingers slide wetly. The intruder's hand stopped, a finger pressed in place, but all was frozen.
Chrissy cursed under her breath. Her body had betrayed her. She was aroused, excited enough that the wetness had spread to her inner thigh, up high.
The intruder knew! She shuddered, feeling truly naked now, exposed. Vulnerable, bound to the bed, spread open wide, naked.....no, those were not what was exposed.
Her body had, against her will, revealed her inner desire—so dark!--to the intruder. This.....this...scene...aroused her.
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