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Slave Trading (MF, exh, bond, d/s, reluc, 1st)
By Nancy Martin (Address withheld by request)
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Fun female slave trading in surburban Long Island.
***
Three years ago my husband and I moved to a quaint
little town on Eastern Long Island. We have been into
role-playing practically since we met twelve years ago.
My name is Nancy. I'm 35 and my husband, Eric is 37.
While we both enjoy taking control from time to time
with the other partner serving the submissive role, I
have always preferred to be the submissive and enjoy
being taken and controlled. This was always done in the
privacy of our own home, but that was soon to change.
Shortly after we moved to Long Island we decided to go
to a swing club in Nassau County, located 40 miles west
of our home. While we had fantasized and talked about
swapping we had never swapped partners before. The
closest we ever came to that experience, was when we had
sex in the same room as another couple after an
incredible party and we were able to watch each other.
It was a fantastic experience, which we would often
reflect on.
We were extremely uncomfortable at first, but after a
few drinks we became more sociable. My husband, who is
very outgoing and confident, met Brian at the bar while
he was getting me a drink. They struck up a conversation
and to make a long story short, Brian told Eric about an
invitation only club of men that traded slaves twice a
month for a day of hedonism. Eric was immediately
interested and got the name and email of the organizer.
Nothing happened that night and Eric didn't tell me
about this until several weeks later after he had found
out more about the organization.
Essentially the club worked as follows. The couple is
interviewed together by a membership committee of three
men. You are usually invited into the club at the
interview, the membership committee makes the decision
and typically everyone is accepted. We were told that
the club currently consisted of 25 men (slave masters)
and 37 women (slaves).
Slave masters are allowed to own / sponsor multiple
slaves. Slave trading is available twice a month and is
done over the Internet. Typically 12-18 slave masters
participate in a given weekend. A username and password
are provided to each master who then can sign on, and
request to trade that weekend. Requests must be
completed by Wednesday for the coming weekend. There is
a $300 annual membership fee and a $10 processing fee is
charged to cover the operating costs. Actual trading is
only done on Saturday's. A slave master must trade a
slave to receive a slave. Several masters have two or
more slaves and can actually trade multiple slaves on
one day. The slaves never meet each other except in a
multiple slave trade.
The current club president is responsible for the trade
process. He matches up who is trading that week and who
will get which slave. The selection process is done
randomly using a computer with the only exception being
that a slave cannot repeat with the same slave master in
the last two months unless there is no other combination.
Slave masters are responsible for delivering the slave
at 10:00 am to a central location (I believe it's a
cheap motel room). Each slave must put a hood on before
getting to the location. The slave master brings the
slave to the room blind folded. The slave is guided to
a seat and a few minutes later, after everyone arrives,
the slave is then handed off to the new slave master
for the day. The slave master returns to his home to
have his way with the slave then at 7:00 pm the slave
is traded back the same manner.
The interview process was interesting and very forward.
We arrived at someone's residence and we were led into
the living room. The three men sat in chairs and we
were led to the couch. The gentlemen refrained from
introducing themselves, and we were simply introduced
as Eric and Nancy, no last names. The men were very
attractive and physically fit. One was probably the
same age as me, another was probably two years or so
older than Eric and the third was probably in his late
40s and very handsome. I was dressed to kill and felt
very comfortable with how I looked before we left the
house, but was now getting very nervous. The questions
were directed to each of us and we answered openly and
honestly. The members were also very honest and said
that this wasn't for everyone. We got to feel each
other out and I became more and more comfortable as
the interviewed progressed.
The rules of the club were conveyed and any of our
questions answered. confidentiality was expected even
between the partners. We were not to discuss our weekend
experiences with each other or the identities of anyone
we may learn about. We talked about our role-playing a
bit and our sex life, but I was very surprised when I
was asked to strip. Actually, the head of the committee
turned to my husband and asked him if he would mind
asking his slave to strip. My jaw must have dropped
opened right there. I was especially shocked when my
husband turned to me and said softly, yet firmly,
"Slave Strip."
I had never done this before and was very uncertain of
what to do. Time felt like it stood still even though it
was just a few seconds. I had four pairs of eyes looking
at me, and I could feel the heat. Something inside me
took over as I found myself standing up in the middle of
the room and began taking my clothes off. I left on the
3" black heels and fish net mid-thigh stockings but the
rest of my pearly white flesh was exposed for all to
see. The coolness of the room coupled with my own
excitement had my nipples rock hard. I had completely
shaved myself that morning and I could feel myself
getting wet just standing there knowing that these men
could see every inch of me.
The masters seemed to like it. I turned slowly modeling
my figure. I am very thin and my chest isn't huge but it
is full and the nipples are nicely placed high up on my
breasts. I work out a great deal which keeps my belly
flat and my body very toned. My ass is on the small side
but the heels help to lift it and give it some shape. I
have short blonde hair and I'm very fair so I freckle
easily in the summer. I feel one of my greatest
features are my long legs. I'm unusually tall at six
feet, which helped me get through college with a
volleyball scholarship, but I look more like an Amazon
Princess than a slave girl, especially with my heels on.
After a few minutes of appreciating my body the
committee told my husband I could get dressed. He turned
to me and said, "Slave, dress yourself." The committee
then told us that we would be accepted into the group if
we would like to join. My heart was jumping; I wanted to
scream out "Yes!" but I didn't know what my husband was
thinking. Eric, stood up and began to shake the
committee chairman's hand and said, "We would love to
join." Eric was then given and username and password for
the website and we were gone.
The first day we could sign up was that week and Eric
quickly made us available. I was incredibly excited as
the weekend approached, but I was also apprehensive
because I knew Eric was going to be having his way with
another woman. The weekend arrived and I dressed in the
same outfit as I wore to the interview.
As I mentioned earlier, I was required to place a black
velour bag over my head as we approached the exchange
area. Eric led me into what I am sure was a motel room
and I sat down. Eric left to go who knows where, and
about ten minutes, after I heard several more women
arrive, I was led out to another car. The voice sounded
familiar but I couldn't place it. In the car, he told me
to call him master, nothing else. I had no idea what his
name was. We drove for about 5 minutes and he told me I
could remove the hood.
It was the older gentleman from the membership
committee. I was a little surprised and also a little
disappointed that he would be my first master. While he
appeared to be in great shape, he was only about 5 feet
8 inches. He was a good conversationalist and he knew
that this was my first time (I wondered if as chairman,
he got all the first time girls). He asked me to put my
hood on again, since I was not allowed to know where he
lived. We drove for what seemed like another 10 minutes
and pulled into his garage.
His house was absolutely incredible. Words could not
describe it. I thought I was on a movie set. He told me
that he was going to train me to be a great slave, but
that I had a lot of learning to do. We went into his
master bedroom, which was spectacularly decorated. The
huge king-sized bed looked delicious. He turned to me
and said, "Strip Slave." I began to slowly take my
clothes off. He went over to one of the dressers and
took out a paddle. My jaw dropped and I wondered what I
had gotten myself into. He walked over to me and said,
"Strip faster." I started quickly ripping my clothes off
as fast as I could. I left on my heels and thigh high
stockings, but then he said take it all off. Believe it
or not, I felt even more naked. He smiled and said very
well done.
He asked me if I had ever been paddled before. I said,
"No." Suddenly, WHACK, right on one of the exposed
cheeks of my tender ass. It burned like fire. He then
said, "Your reply should always include Master, for
example "No, Master."
My hands were behind me shielding my reddening rear. He
asked me what I was doing. I said, "Nothing, Master.
What is it you want done?" He told me not to cover my
ass, that's how fingers got broken. I quickly pulled my
hands in to my side.
He then asked me to undress him. I unbuttoned his shirt
and pulled it off. He was in good shape, nothing like
Eric, but still good shape for a man his age. Eric is
six-three, 220 pounds of pure muscle and hung like a
horse with a nice and thick 7.5 inch cock. I then
unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, forgetting to
take off his shoes first. He asked me what I thought I
was doing. I laughed.that was a big mistake.
He told me to bend over the bed. I did. I was still in
my heels and my long legs had my small ass perched high
in the air as I leaned on the bed. He began hitting my
ass with that paddle. Again and again and again. I was
screaming out with each slap and I thought I might cry
the burning was so intense but my pussy was also on
fire. I was so turned on! I didn't want him to stop, but
just as I was just about to scream out that I can't take
anymore, he suddenly stopped. He must have given my ass
20 good whacks, 10 on each cheek. He told me to stand
up. As I rose, I could see my ass in the mirror. It was
as red as peach and the pain actually increased as I
stood there. I almost started crying just looking at my
little ass cheeks. Eric never spanked me hard like that.
It was always in fun. This was my first ass whipping,
and certainly not my last.
Next thing I knew, he pushed me back on the bed and
spread my legs. His mouth went right to my pussy. I
couldn't believe how wet I already was. My ass was on
fire just touching the sheets. He had already kicked out
of his shoes and pants and was laying on the bed with
his tongue pushing into my cunt and nibbling at my clit.
He had a thick juicy tongue that he used expertly on my
clean-shaven pussy. It felt like it was everywhere at
once. Lapping at the folds of my cunt, then pushing deep
into my cave, then out and teasing and nibbling at my
clit. I came quickly and violently. Then the reality of
it started dawning on me. I had just been expertly
spanked then eaten out by someone other than my husband.
That thought didn't last long though.
He told me to get up and kneel down in front of him. His
erection was poking at his boxer underwear with a wet
spot already evident. He told me to pull them down. I
said, "Yes Master." I pulled his underwear down and off
his legs. He had a proud staff about 6 inches long with
huge balls, each nearly the size of a plum. They hung
down low and were surrounded by curly salt and pepper
pubic hair. He said, "Slave, suck my cock."
I love giving head so my mouth went right to his swollen
head that was already leaking some pre-cum. I reached up
with my hand and started massaging his balls. I never
really gave too much attention to testicles before, but
for some reason, maybe just because they were so big, I
really got into them. I loved holding them and then
rubbing his cock. My husband's balls typically tighten
up quickly against his body if given any attention, but
these monsters just hung right out there and were fun to
play with as I sucked his cock. I would look up into his
eyes occasionally and always found him looking down at
me sucking on him.
I wanted to please him and be a good slave and began
taking more and more of his rock hard cock down my
throat. I couldn't get him all the way in, but it was
fun trying. I must have hit a very sensitive spot low on
the underside of his cock that set him off. He really
started groaning and I just kept going. Fifteen seconds
later he told me to suck down every drop of him or else
I was going to get another paddling. I sucked away as he
started shooting his load seconds later. It was saltier
than my husband's but wasn't as large and I easily
sucked it down licking up and down the shaft cleaning
off his cock.
Eric's cock usually stays pretty hard after he cums and
very slowly softens and is often too sensitive for me to
keep touching. This cock was just the opposite. His tool
immediately began to soften in my mouth and I continued
to suck and lick at it now able to suck the whole thing
into my mouth and massage it and play with it. The once
huge, firm bulbous head was now half the size as I
squeezed it between my lips.
He told me that was enough for now and pulled away from
me. He tossed me a short little black and white apron,
typical of a maid's outfit, and told me to put my heels
on. He put on some swim trunks. He showed me out into
his backyard to his pool. The backyard was huge with a
pool, cabana and tennis court. It was also expertly
landscaped and very private with tall trees or hedges at
the property lines.
It was a beautiful day, the sun shone brightly and
sparkled off the surface of the water like thousands of
diamonds. There was a slight breeze that I could
actually feel caressing my sore red ass and erect
nipples. My master pointed me to the cabana and told me
to make him a gin and tonic. He jumped into the pool and
began swimming laps with perfect technique, turning like
an Olympic swimmer at each end of the pool. As I stood
waiting with his drink perched on a little tray, I heard
some faint voices coming closer from the side of the
house. I didn't know what to do, frozen like a deer in
the headlights.
Two young men suddenly appeared carrying equipment to
clean the pool. Their jaws literally dropped opened when
they saw me. I didn't move, still frozen in indecision.
It was only about 30 seconds but it felt like an hour.
I then heard my master asking me to bring him a towel. I
grabbed a towel and walked over to him, still with the
drink tray at shoulder level. He grabbed the towel,
rubbed it quickly over his head and body, and then took
the drink and drank a gulp. He was still unaware of our
new guests, who both stood quietly on the other side of
the pool staring at me. I nodded my head in their
direction and my master turned around to look.
The leader of the two said, "I'm sorry Mr. Reynolds, we
didn't get here yesterday, so we planned on doing it
today. Do you want us to come back another time?" Master
told him that was okay and that they could go ahead and
clean the pool. They turned to each other and smiled.
Master then turned to me and said, "You forget you heard
that name."
I thought we would then go back inside, buy Master had
other plans and he wasn't going to let these young guys
interrupt things. He walked and put the towel over to a
lounge chair that was on the grass under a large maple
tree not far from the pool. He told me where to get some
lotion in the cabana and asked me to give him a massage
as he lay down. I walked over to the cabana with my high
heels clicking on the bricks. All I was wearing was
this little apron and my fair skin and high heels were
only serving to highlight my very red rear end. The guys
were busy working, but not too busy as not to notice
every move I made. I was very uncomfortable being
exposed in this way and was on the verge of panic.
I could only focus on getting the lotion; any other
thoughts would put me over the edge. I walked back to
the lounge chair and bent over and began rubbing the
lotion into my master's muscled back, then realized that
I was giving the pool guys the best view possible of my
shaved pussy and ass as I bent over. Realizing this, I
went over to the other side of the chair and I knelt
down in the soft grass and began rubbing his shoulders
and neck. The pool guys now only got an eyeful of tit.
I massaged his entire body he asked me what the pool
boys were doing. I told him they were watching me mostly
while pretending to work. He then asked me to describe
them. I told him they were both twenty-something. One
was thin with very defined muscles and extremely tan.
Had no shirt on to display his great abs and sported a
devilish smile. The other was a little taller, thickly
muscular and slightly heavy, fair skinned and had a
shyness about him. Both had bulges in their pants from
the moment they walked into the backyard.
Master turned over and I massaged his legs, and up his
thighs. His tool had certainly come back to life and was
poking up against his trunks. I continued up his chest,
arms, hands, neck, then lightly massaged his face. He
asked me if I would like to fuck either of them or both.
I was frozen for a moment, and finally responded that I
was there to do whatever he wanted me to do. Now he had
the devilish smile, but I could feel myself getting very
wet just talking about all this.
Master wanted to go back inside so we settled into the
kitchen as I made him another drink and also a drink for
myself. I went to join him sitting at the table. After I
took a seat he asked me what I thought I was doing. I
looked at him knowing I shouldn't have sat down without
permission. I immediately stood up and began to
apologize. He stopped me and told me to bend over the
kitchen table. The kitchen table was right next to two
large French doors that were open, facing the pool; only
the screen doors were between my bent over ass and the
two pool boys.
Master began spanking my ass with his hand, slowly and
not as hard as the first time, first one cheek and then
the other. The slapping was loud and I knew it must have
been drawing the attention of the boys. I was biting my
arm to keep from yelping, but with each slap the pain
intensified and I began to cry out. I turned over my
shoulder and saw both guys just outside the doors
looking at me. I was so embarrassed; I don't know what
was redder, my face or the cheeks of my tender ass.
Master must have hit my ass 50 times.
Master stopped slapping my stinging ass, told me to step
out of my heels while pulling down his trunks and
plunged his fat cock right into my soaking pussy, going
deep immediately. He pumped fast and furious gripping my
hips. My body was pressed against the flat of the table.
I outstretched my arms to grip the sides of the table to
steady myself. My breasts were flattened against the
wood with my body rocking on the top of the table with
each thrust. Occasionally I would lift my head and look
back, the boys were still there but now they were right
at the screen and both had their cocks out in their
hands and pumping away. The thin tan guy had his groin
highlighted by his stark tan lines and sported a nice
long cock that he pumped in long slow strokes.
Our eyes locked and it actually felt like he was fucking
me for a few moments. The bigger guy had a fat cock
that he pumped furiously, the large purple head swollen
like a plum as he seemed to squeeze his thick organ with
all his might. Master wasn't slowing down and continued
to slam away at me. I felt him move his thumb toward my
asshole and begin teasing me. This sent shivers
throughout my body and pushed me to a higher level.
Suddenly he pushed his thumb deep into my ass and began
pumping it in and out as he slammed into my pussy with
his thick cock. I had totally lost it by now and was
moaning uncontrollably and sweating all over the kitchen
table.
As I began to climax, master started cumming in loud
groans as he continued to pump into me. I climaxed right
after him and could feel my pussy contracting around his
quickly softening cock. I turned to look at the boys.
The big one had already cum and was trying to clean
himself off. The tan one was still pumping and came
seconds later as we looked into each other's eyes. His
cock looked even longer as he turned and gave me a
profile as he shot his load through the air and into one
of the bushes.
Master pulled his soft cock and his fat thumb out of me
leaving my orifices gasping for something to fill them.
He pulled up his trunks and turned to the pool guys and
told them he better not get charged for all this
overtime they are putting in. They laughed and got back
to work. He then told me to go upstairs and shower,
which was smart since I could feel his cum dripping down
my leg.
The shower was terrific, the only way I can describe it
was that it was like a heavy waterfall pouring down on
you at the perfect temperature. After the shower, I blew
out my hair and went down to the kitchen in a fluffy
white robe.
While I was in the shower, master had ordered some lunch
delivered to the house. It was sitting on the counter
when I came down and my master asked me to dish it out.
I prepared his plate first and served it to him. I said.
"Master is there anything else you would like?" He asked
me to prepare him a drink. After serving him his drink I
asked again and he told me I could now prepare my own
plate. I prepared my plate and moved to sit at the table
but reconsidered and asked, "Master, were would you like
me to sit?" He was very impressed and smiled broadly.
"Slave, you are getting very good, very quickly. Come
sit here on the floor at my side." I sat down at his
side and began eating. The food was fantastic. A mixed
green salad with terrific vinaigrette, grilled chicken
with a lemon pepper coating and sliced beefsteak
tomatoes with fresh mozzarella.
After I was done, I waited for my master to finish, then
I asked if he would like me to clear the table. He
nodded. I cleared the table and quickly cleaned the
dishes. I returned and made him another drink and sat
next to him again on the floor. I asked him if there was
anything I could do for him as I stroked his leg. He
stood up, dropped his trunks and sat down again and
asked me to service him. His penis was shriveled and
soft, a fraction of it's engorged size, and sat limply
above his huge balls. I leaned over and took the soft
flesh entirely into my mouth still tasting myself on
him.
With only a few sucks his penis began to harden against
my tongue as it came to life inside my mouth. It quickly
grew to the point where I could not keep it all in my
mouth any longer and I began sliding my wet lips up and
down his hard shaft sucking noisily on the mushroomed
head and tickling the underside with my tongue. After
about ten minutes of giving him head he said that was
enough. He was just enjoying himself, and I guess he
didn't think he was going to orgasm soon.
He told me to follow him upstairs. We went to his master
bedroom and he pulled out a blindfold and placed it on
me. He then took off my robe and walked me to the bed. I
lay on my back as he then put restraints on my arms and
legs. He had to readjust them because I was a lot taller
than the many other girls he must have had in these
things before me. I began to wonder about all the other
girls this man had mastered in the past and the many I
am sure he will have in the future. How did they react?
How hard did he spank them? Did they swallow his cum
like I did? Is this the first time he fucked one in
front of the pool boys? What does he do with his wife?
Is his wife with my Eric right now? All these things
rushed through my mind and I started getting wet all
over again.
He had the restraints tight now and I was spread wide
across the bed. Suddenly I felt something at my lips,
similar to a cock but I could taste that it was rubber.
I opened my mouth and started sucking on the fake cock
head. It was very fat with a huge ridge that would "pop"
out of my mouth. I started licking down the sides of it,
and realized that this thing was HUGE. A bit of panic
started to go through me as he said to get it good and
wet. As I continued to coat the huge fake dick with my
saliva, master pushed his hard cock into my very wet
pussy and began pumping.
After a few minutes he pulled out and placed the head
of the fake cock at my entrance and pushed. My pussy
stretched to accommodate it. I could feel it pulling
from everywhere just to get the head in. He continued
to try and pump more into me but my pussy was just not
letting it move freely. Master pulled the head out of
me and I felt like my hole was wide-open waiting for
something to replace it. Master coated the huge tool
with some lubricant and returned it to my wide-open
cunt. The head went in a little easier this time and
master began to push more and more of the long fat
fleshy rod into me pumping slowly. My cunt was so
stretched I could feel the tension up through my clit
and down to my ass. My arms and legs were stretched
wide open and I couldn't see a thing. My breathing
was very erratic and deep.
Master began pumping faster and pushing deeper and
deeper into me. I was getting wetter and my pussy began
to adjust to the width of the fucking machine but it was
so long that I didn't think I could take any more. To
my amazement I started to feel the fake balls at the
bottom of this man-made tool slap against my pussy lips
telling me I had the whole thing inside me.
Master started pumping a little harder now, sometimes
nearly taking the entire thing out of me then slamming
it all the way back in. Then suddenly he turned the fake
cock on, turning it into a vibrator. The stimulation was
incredibly intense and I was getting delirious. He
started to pause for a few moments at the end of each
stroke and my pussy would contract like mad around the
huge cock. When I thought my body couldn't experience
any additional sensations, master began tickling my ass
again with his thumb. I felt myself lift my legs higher
to give him greater access to my asshole, opening up to
him, practically begging him to fuck me with his finger.
He knew what I wanted and press his fat thumb slowly
into my tight sphincter. A groan of pure pleasure came
from deep within me and escaped my mouth. Master pulled
his thumb out of me and told me to beg him to fuck me in
the ass. I said, "Please Master. Fuck me in the ass with
your finger. Please." He pushed the huge vibrator deep
into my cunt where it remained as he press his thick
thumb into my ass again, pumping it in and out. I was
going crazy with mini orgasms shooting off all over the
place. He stopped, pulled out the vibrator and loosened
the restraints on my arms and took off the restraints on
my legs and had me turn over on my knees.
My arms were still strapped but now they were crossed
under my body toward opposing ends of the bed. My ass
was high in the air as I rested my head in my arms.
Master pushed the vibrator back into my stretched pussy
but now it felt like it went in even deeper pressing and
vibrating against my internal organs. He leaned over and
took off my blindfold and tossed it to the floor. His
thumb again returned to my ass pushing even deeper into
me but this time it was coated with lots of lubricant
easing the way. After a couple of minutes he pulled out
and asked me to beg him again. I begged, "Master please
fuck my ass with your thumb." He said, "No, I am going
to fuck you with my cock. Now properly ask me to fuck
you with my cock."
I didn't know what to do. My husband frequently pushed
me over the edge using a finger in my ass, and a few
times he used a relatively thin carrot, but I would
never let him penetrate me, he was just too big. Now I
was delirious with lust, right at the edge of orgasm and
I found myself asking, no begging to a perfect stranger,
"Yes, Yes! Please master, fuck my ass with your fat
cock!"
Master pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and put it on
the bed near my head and positioned his lubricated cock
at my back door and slowly pushed the head inside me. I
looked at the obscenely huge vibrator for the first
time, wondering what kind of madman was fucking me as he
pushed his cock even deeper into my no longer virgin
ass. I was somewhat surprised at how easily he pressed
into me even though it was incredibly tight and a little
painful. As he continued to pump his hard cock into my
ass, he leaned over and grabbed the vibrator and turned
it on. Carefully he placed the vibrator at the swollen
lips of my cunt, which had now tightened up somewhat and
began pushing it in.
My orgasm quickly came at me from every direction. My
body had never been so totally filled and stimulated at
the same time. Master held on for his life and began
pumping his fat cock into my eager ass at will. I don't
know if it was many orgasms strung together or just one
long orgasm, but I was still having an orgasm as he
pulled his shrinking spent cock from my ass.
He unclasped my arms and we collapsed on the bed falling
to sleep for 45 minutes. When we woke, we took a shower
together, tenderly soaping and cleaning each other off.
Then dressed and returned to his car for the ride back
to the slave trading post. As we pulled up to the motel,
he leaned over and said, "Nancy, you were one of the
best."
Under my hood, I smiled broadly and said, "You weren't
too bad yourself Reynolds."
He laughed and said, "It's Master, and I won't forget
that." I teased back, "I'm counting on it."
While we don't share our experiences, my husband was
very impressed with the redness of my ass when I got
home. It seems like a million years ago, and at the same
time, it feel like yesterday. The first person who will
get to read this is my husband. Then I will share it
with Kristen and all her fellow readers. Who knows?
Maybe some of the other slaves will share their stories
as well. I am pushing Eric to write down his first
experience.
He is reluctant, but I can be persuasive.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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