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I could say our eyes met over a crowded dance floor (we tell our parents that) but reality was different. I was skint, living in digs doing a university course in Manchester .... and working part time in a seedy massage parlour in town giving tug n rubs to men for 50% of the price of the service price advertised - I never did extras (occasional BJ's for £20 more was the most I did) Anyhow - one night a group of lads came in - a bit drunk and us girls got called out to be chosen by the lads - they guy who chose me was dishy but not actually my type... i took him to a room and he paid me the m… Read more

Sarah wore her anklet to the party. I told her that I love it when she wears it. She doesn’t know what it means. She’s aware of a connotation to swinging but she dismisses it. My heart was racing, back in the summer, when she asked me to buy it for her. I had half an erection taking it to the till. I’d already spent a year trying to slowly coax her into becoming a hotwife. Our sex life had improved, we were more loved up than ever. She was dressing sluttier. But aside from that I’d come to think this was just a game in my head. A game that wasn’t going anywhere. So to me the anklet felt like a… Read more