Alicia's Long Weekend

Alicia's Long Weekend

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Alicia Black's tastes in erotic recreation run in a strange direction; one of latex, leather and intricate, inescapable self-bondage. She's largely asexual. At least, she's pretty sure she is. People don't seem to do much for her at all. What she loves is prolonged, inescapable bondage. And since she has no time or, to be honest, much in the way of social skills, she is happy to settle for self-bondage. Or she was until Susan Sieburt caught her sleeping, tied up inside her leather sleepsack. The aftermath of being caught and lectured about screwing up the alarm had been an orgasm so intense she had nearly blacked out. And now... is self-bondage going to be enough? She knows that someday she will take it too far. Is this the time she will need help to get out of her self-imposed predicament? Has her subconscious managed to brainfart something vital again? She's been very careful, but getting caught is not as bad as needing help and not getting caught. Getting caught... makes her clench. She could just ask, but that thought gives her the opposite of a clench. Susan told her there will be a price for rescue and she's not sure if she wants to pay it or not!!!
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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