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cock as my electrified contractions fired between my boobs and my swollen clit.
    He paused and smiled at me.
    I prayed that someday “my Bond” would manifest, but as each year flew by, I became less and less hopeful. Silently, I thanked “this Bond” for making the wait less arduous.
    He held his hands out to me and tugged me to my feet. He pulled me away from my musings when he shouted, “Flip over!”
    As I bent over the side of the couch, face first, he split my long hair in either fist and yanked me back onto his shaft. His extreme drive knocked my pussy against the edge of the couch. That, coupled with the yanking of my hair, caused the pure sense of pleasure and pain that allowed me to lose myself and thoroughly enjoy sex with him.
    Not long after, his deep roar rumbled in his chest. He jackhammered throughout his climax, adding his call to the chorus of music surrounding us. His body blanketed mine, and I could feel his pounding heart against my back. Once his breathing slowed, he stood and spanked my ass.
    “Make yourself comfortable, and I’ll wake you when I’m back later.” He slipped off the condom and using the side of the towel lying under me, he wiped off his cock and thighs, and then buttoned up his jeans. He tossed the condom in the trash and left.
    As soon as the door shut, I stood and cleaned all the wetness between my legs.
    I loved being in Bond’s apartment alone. Somehow, it made our friendship even more intimate. I dug my short, satin robe out from the very back of his wall of closets. The mirrored doors cast my reflection back to me, and I quickly turned away. I vowed to hold onto the vision of how Bond saw me, not how I saw myself.
    I bounced up onto his king-size bed, where his 007 Octopussy poster hung above the headboard, and I scanned the rack of paddles, whips, restraints, and other bondage paraphernalia that hung on the left wall. I wondered what he might use on me later.
    Restless and not tired, I wandered back to the living room and looked through the photo album of Polaroid pictures of women that sat on the coffee table. Naked from the waist up, I marveled at how he had gotten so many women to expose their breasts for his camera. I was very happy to see none of the gals from our group had posed.
    I grabbed a quick snack, and then got ready for bed. The day had worn me out, so it took me all of five minutes to doze off to the pounding bass vibrating the small apartment.
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    “Blue, wake up.” I felt someone shaking me. I scurried up to the top of the bed, making myself as small as possible and tucked my legs in against me. My heart raged inside of my chest.
    “It’s just me,” Bond said gently into the silence.
    “Sorry,” I responded, trying to brush off my reaction. “Have you been drinking?”
    “Just a few beers. I stopped drinking the hard stuff altogether.”
    “Okay, no missionary.”
    His shoulders lowered, and he shook his head. “You don’t have to keep reminding me, Blue. I won’t forget.”
    “Yeah, sorry. I’m just waking up.” I lowered my legs and sighed.
    “Do you want to pass until tomorrow?”
    “No, definitely not. Just give me a minute in the bathroom, and I’ll be ready.” I swung my legs over the side of the bed.
    “Great. I’ll set everything up.”
    “Great.” I hopped down off the mattress.
    He spanked my naked ass on my way to the bathroom.
    “Hey!” I yelled, giggling. “We haven’t started yet!”
    “Just getting you warmed up.”
    “Stop it and we’ll get to it sooner,” I fake whined with my hands on my naked hips.
    “Who’s in charge here?”
    “Is that a trick question?”
    He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face the bathroom.
    I bent over in submission, presenting my ass to him, but before he had a chance to spank me again, I ran off.
    “Now, you’re really going to get it!” he called after me.
    “Sure, uh huh.” I laughed and closed the bathroom door behind me.
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