sex

Last week was spent having sex. Except for Master's going to work, almost all we did was have sex, sleep and eat. So much that we lost track of how many times.

Looking at the clock, which read 1:30 p.m., i asked, "Master, is this the fourth or fifth time today?"

"Fourth, slave girl. No, wait, I forgot about the 3:00 a.m."

For us, regular sex is, well, regular. Once or twice or three times a day is not uncommon. But last week, Master wore His slave girl out.

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