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I write my edging, denial and chastity books under the penname James Hardcourt.
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It was three weeks since she'd found it in the little community library. A surprisingly sexy book cover which, once she dared open it, had a note in it:
'If this book excites you and you want to experience some of the things for yourself, return it with a note describing how excited the idea makes you.'
She couldn't help herself. The story was about a girl just like her who discovered something called 'edging'. It even gave instructions on what to do.
It wasn't until she finished the book, buried under her sheets that very same night, that she found the second note on the last page.
'No touching yourself until you return this and hear from me again.'
She barely slept, the temptation to break the rules was almost overwhelming, but she wanted to be a 'good girl' like the book spoke about.
She nervously slipped the book back, hanging around to see if anyone arrived, but then left, other duties calling. But sure enough, another book, with another note was waiting for her when she next checked.
And that's how it had been for three weeks. Challenges and tasks growing increasingly daring, and all the more arousing.
She hadn't worn underwear for a full week and the thought that someone might see her bare bottom as she hitched up her sundress and waited two full minutes before she could take the next book, well, the panties would have been ruined anyway.
The books... it was as though they were written with her in mind, taking the little fantasies she'd shared and delving deeper into them than she'd ever dared to let herself go.
She couldn't believe the things she'd confessed in her little notes. And yet she couldn't stop herself, it was too exciting, seeing her confessions turned against her. But it was the last one that she couldn't stop thinking about. She had written, 'I want a stranger to take my virginity.'
There was no book waiting for her this time. Just a note, and a box.
'As you wish' it read. 'Put it on.' And in the box, a black satin blindfold.
She hesitated, and then put it on.
She wouldn't have long to wait.
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It was three weeks since she'd found it in the little community library. A surprisingly sexy book cover which, once she dared open it, had a note in it:
She couldn't help herself. The story was about a girl just like her who discovered something called 'edging'. It even gave instructions on what to do.
It wasn't until she finished the book, buried under her sheets that very same night, that she found the second note on the last page.
She barely slept, the temptation to break the rules was almost overwhelming, but she wanted to be a 'good girl' like the book spoke about.
She nervously slipped the book back, hanging around to see if anyone arrived, but then left, other duties calling. But sure enough, another book, with another note was waiting for her when she next checked.
And that's how it had been for three weeks. Challenges and tasks growing increasingly daring, and all the more arousing.
She hadn't worn underwear for a full week and the thought that someone might see her bare bottom as she hitched up her sundress and waited two full minutes before she could take the next book, well, the panties would have been ruined anyway.
The books... it was as though they were written with her in mind, taking the little fantasies she'd shared and delving deeper into them than she'd ever dared to let herself go.
She couldn't believe the things she'd confessed in her little notes. And yet she couldn't stop herself, it was too exciting, seeing her confessions turned against her. But it was the last one that she couldn't stop thinking about. She had written, 'I want a stranger to take my virginity.'
There was no book waiting for her this time. Just a note, and a box.
'As you wish' it read. 'Put it on.' And in the box, a black satin blindfold.
She hesitated, and then put it on.
She wouldn't have long to wait.