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Toy Box: Fisting
by Winnie Jerome, Mallory Path, Lazuli Jones
Torquere Press
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Toy Box: Fisting
by Winnie Jerome, Mallory Path, Lazuli Jones
CONTENTS
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Toy Box: Fisting
by Winnie Jerome, Mallory Path, Lazuli Jones
Definition: fisting noun (uncountable)
1. (slang) The sexual practice of inserting one or both
hands into the vagina or rectum of one's sexual partner.
Source : www.allwords.com/word-fisting.html
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Toy Box: Fisting
by Winnie Jerome, Mallory Path, Lazuli Jones
Worship
by Lazuli Jones
Mohit poured two cups of sweetly-scented tea, watching
the generous steam waft upward. The air in the room was
hot, broken every so often by a cool breeze that would drift in
through the sheer curtains, stirring the steam from the tea
cups, spreading shivers down his bare back.
"You are ready for me?"
Mohit closed his eyes; the hands holding the tea cups
began to tremble. The voice was like smoke and the thought
of what was still to come made him flush, made him
unbearably hard.
He turned to where he knew Sadhir stood like a golden
statue, but he looked down, looked away. Gingerly, he placed
the hot cups on a small table, waiting for his instructions.
"Come kneel before me," the voice commanded. It was
rich, like honey. "Remove your wrap first."
Mohit obeyed. He pulled on the knot that held a sheer
wrap around his waist and it fell to the floor in a whisper of
fabric. His sex, engorged and hard, jutted out from his body.
"Now come kneel before me," Sadhir said.
Mohit obeyed, following the patterns of golden trim and
lotus flowers in the carpet, until his bare knees came to rest
on the rough fiber. He kept his eyes to the floor, focusing on
the carpet's opulent design—not because Sadhir had
instructed him to, but because he chose to. He was not here
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