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Hands Tied
Kathleen Hope
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Belletristik/Erzählende Literatur
Beschreibung
At first, my job was a pretty big thrill. Whenever I would tell people I was a scientist who specialized in conducting sexual experiments, their eyes would perk up and they’d want to hear all the details.
I didn’t blame them. The details could get pretty juicy. All those sexy, sweaty bodies clashing together really turned me on. I’d stand there, taking notes on my clipboard, pretending that I didn’t care about anything except the research, but deep down I’d be melting.
But after a while, all those bodies engaged in all kinds of sexual activity got a little boring. Sex research was just another job.
Thursday started out that way. I had spent my morning observing a man and woman having intercourse. He was a handsome man, tall frame with rippling muscles and a lean face. She was gorgeous, a petite redhead with a curvy ass and ample boobs that seemed to defy gravity. But I couldn’t have been more bored.
“Okay, you can begin now,” I said, fighting off a yawn. My attempt to log on to the computer to record my notes didn’t work out. For some reason, I couldn’t log on.
So I simply picked up my clipboard and took my notes there. I marked down the start time of their encounter and watched them go at it for nearly thirty minutes. When they were done, I wrote down the time they finished and took all the appropriate notes. “That concludes the experiment for today, folks. Thank you for participating.”
I shook the hands of both people, handed them their robes and escorted them to the lobby.
I returned to the experiment room and...
WARNING: STEAMY CONTENT. READING DEVICE MAY MELT. HAPPY EVER AFTER ENDING. NO CLIFFHANGER. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.
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