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Never Judge A Book By Its Cover

The opening paragraph and portions of this story may offend some readers.

So there I lay, my arms splayed out with one wrist tied to each bedpost, my ankles tied to the lower ones and a pillow wedged up under my hips. Because of the blindfold and headphones, I had no idea what she was up to. Perhaps I should back up a bit. Laur...