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Mind Control - tribute to Mistress Taylor's talents
Published by rotorhead
01-26-2007
Default Mind Control - tribute to Mistress Taylor's talents

yeah, it's a bit wordy. 1000 apologies. But when you endeavour to capture the effects she has on us, words don't seem to be enough.

Not so much T&D, (Tease and Denial), but rather tease & destroy. I'm absolutely positive she has this gift. Could there be any other explanation for the effect she has on us?

Offered humbly for your review, Mistress Taylor. Please be gentle, I'm new.


"There is another one out there, go teach him a lesson, will you?"<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
Each call was the same, though each situation was different. She reflected back on the first time she heard the voice. “You have unique talents that I can use,” the voice said flatly. “In return, I can give you a gift to use as you please, as long as you do as I ask, and when.” The proposal had intrigued her, and the subsequent conversation amazed her. “Mind control” she mused as she hung up the phone. The things I could do with that…<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
It had been nearly three years since, and what a whirlwind it had been. Her career in adult films had sufficed to cover her way of life, but this had been too much good fun. For her own amusement, she had ‘pushed’ her way into the minds of young, energetic junior executives who would promise her diamonds and furs once they were in the corner office. Another gentle ‘push’ had her on the private jet of a aging multimillionaire, off to ski the Alps. For adventure, she once had the wives of two prominent politicians ministering to her with their hungry mouths while their husbands argued over some meaningless piece of legislation. But they were easy, each of them had already been leaning her way.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
These were usually different, more difficult, but much, much more satisfying. She opened the email attachment to read the personal information, and began to plan her strategy. These were always the most fun…<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She arrived at the valet parking lot of the hotel, opened the door and extended one magnificent calf into the evening air. She smiled at the way the overhead lights reflected of the ~~ high platform shoes and realized the influence adult films had on the fashion industry – “a sexless society would never have dreamed these up.”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
As the young valet held her door open, she stood gracefully in front of him. His eyes tried there best to look everyone at once. She gave his cock a gentle squeeze and whispered “take good care of it.” He had no idea if she meant the car or his raging erection, nor did he care. She listened to his thoughts and smiled as he worked out how he would take his break and go masturbate in her car while he smelled her perfume and remembered the warmth of her grasp on him.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She strode through the lobby, and all eyes were on her. Long, brown hair flowing, resting against the fur coat that stopped below her knees, she loved the feeling of all the appraisals and judgments. The men wanted to be with her, most of the women hated her, though some would have dreams tonight the like they’ve never had before. It was a natural effect of the wake she left behind.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She strode to the Concierge desk and, leaning forward to allow the coat to part slightly, she whispered “Dr. Peters room, please.” He opened his mouth to begin the usual diatribe about privacy laws and security rules and on and on, but a gentle push from her and he replied without hesitation, “room 1226, elevators around the corner, ma’am.” <o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“They really don’t stand a chance…” she thought to herself. I hope this one at least puts up a descent fight.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
In the elevator, she removed a mirror to check her look. She had what people consider a natural beauty, but this was, after all, theater. So, out came the uber-slutty makeup. Dark, smoldering eyes, long, dark red nails, her hair was full and wild, her mouth wet and ready. She loved this new lipstick, she could torture for hours without having to reapply – “nothing to distract” she thought. She was the emblematic porn-star, and he was about to feel her strength.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
The knock on the door rattled him, since there were only two people in the city who knew he was here and he’s just gotten off the phone with both of them. “who is it?” he asked through the closed door.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“What a pussy this guy is” she thought to herself, “hiding behind a locked door. ”Professor Peters?” she asked, “I’ve been sent her to discuss something very important with you concerning tomorrows’ Moral Majority rally.” <o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She heard the door unlock then open and he stood before her completely bewildered. “No one both the regional director and chapter president know that I’m planning to speak,” he said.<o:p></o:p>
“What do you know about tomorrow’s rally?”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“I know you won’t be at it.” she said bluntly as she walked past him into the room, closely enough to let the fur brush against his arm and her perfume begin to soften his brain.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“Listen, I have no idea who you think you are, but I assure you that you don’t belong here, especially dressed like that!” he stated.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“Hmmm. he noticed…” she thought.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“I know more about you than you realize, Professor. Dr. Dave Peters, head of the Morals and Ethics Department at the University up north. Significant inherited wealth, more created through some creative investments. Financial wellspring of virtually every right-wing cause on the west coast, and special surprise speaker at the rally tomorrow protesting the opening of the new AVN Hall of Fame Museum.” She smiled as he considered who this was. “Oh, and where are my manners, “ she teased, extending her hand. “I’m Taylor St. Claire, but you will call me Mistress Taylor…”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
As he shook her hand he replied, “I don’t think I’ll be calling you any such thing as…” and she pushed for the first time…MISTRESS and it sunk in…”Mistress Taylor” he said without even realizing…<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“Professor, I’ve been sent her to help you realize the error of your ways” she began. “First, you aren’t the majority. Those on our side are usually just to busy fucking and sucking to answer the phone when the polsters are calling.” And with that, she gently pushed the first wave of thoughts into his mind. Base, raw images of sex of every kind…and he pushed them out equally quickly. “Hmmm, he’s had some training” she thought. “There’s a bit more I know about you, Professor. I know that you have the same, shall we say, gift as I, and you just confirmed it. It’s how you are able to sway the crowds to your point of view.”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I really have no interest in hearing your point of view, Mistress Taylor (he didn’t even realize how easily that rolled off his tongue), and I would appreciate it if you would leave so I can prepare…”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She continued, “You see, I am like you, an instructor. Think of this as a debate, a battle of minds here to meet and to present the relative merits of our respective points of view.”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“I have no intention of holding a debate with the likes of you Mistre…” and he tried to attack. He pushed images into her mind of families, children playing in the yard, puppies – but she was ready. And she knew something he didn’t – once you pushed outward, your defenses were down. She seized his thoughts, held them tightly, then began her counter-attack.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She came at him again, images of sex flashed into his mind, a complete recounting of her previous victims. Her mouth, her hands, her body, all being used to wreck their minds. She could feel him pushing, struggling against her, but there was no way he could fight them off.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“That’s right, professor, these are my world. Why not just enjoy the show?” she teased as she stepped toward him. She moved up next to him with her mouth near his ear. He could feel her breasts pressing against him, could smell her perfume. Her voice echoed in his head as she spoke, like it was coming from inside. “Dave, this is going to be an interesting night for you…” Her hand reached down and opened his pants with ease and skill and her hand wrapped around his shaft. She directed his eyes to hers, let him swim in the passion he saw there. Then, with a gentle push, she moved them down. As his eyes moved, she read his thoughts. They paused at her mouth, wet and inviting, and she filled his mind with images of that mouth devouring all, men and women, with equal skill and grace. His eyes then dropped further, following the graceful lines of her neck, and she shared one freeze frame after another of pearl necklaces being created by her skilled hands. Then lower, to where her coat revealed just a portion of the magnificent cleavage that was inside, and she gave him a hundred different shots of her tits being used almost as weapons as she forced cum from her victims. He looked lower to see her hands stroking him, teasing his cock with an expert’s touch. He could feel her other hand, pressing against his ass, helping him into a rhythm that would yield up her first prize. While she enjoyed the ‘view’ from inside his head, she continued to look around in his thoughts, his memories, for something she would need later. Having found it, she smiled to herself.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“Look professor, how hard you’ve gotten. It couldn’t be that you actually like me doing this, could you?” she teased. She watched him close his eyes, try to concentrate on his family, his vows, his promises. Each time he would get close, she would snatch the image away and replace it with something erotic. She felt his frustration building inside as he continued to struggle with her. “That’s right, professor,” she whispered, “keep fighting. It makes the victory that much sweeter.” Then, she did something he didn’t expect. With a slight push, she seemed to turn up the sensitivity on his cock while she shared with him what she saw – even though his eyes were still shut he could see his cock being worked by her skilled hands – only now he was ever so slightly moving his hips himself, trying to fuck her hand. She began kissing his cheek, his ear, letting her soft hair brush against his face and neck, then she whispered, “here’s number one, Dave. Give me your first load.” <o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
Like flipping a switch, his orgasm complied immediately. He pulsed and trembled as her hand continued to work it’s magic, drawing every last drop from the shaft. “Oh my, professor, that was quite a bit of your juice, has your wife not been taking care of you?” This drew his thoughts back to his wife, waiting at home for him. She let his mind have just a little free room, so guilt take hold just a bit, while she toyed with his spirit. “Oh, Dave, it’s OK. A handjob isn’t cheating, is it? It’s just a harmless release of pressure. It isn’t like you enjoyed it, right? You didn’t once give a second thought to the pleasure I gave you…or did you?” She smiled as she watched the conflict wash over him. While he grappled with what he had just let her do to him, she pushed him against the wall and guided his hands behind him, and gave him the image they were tied there. Then, she stepped back so that he could see her entire, magnificent form as she spoke to him. “Doesn’t this fur look incredible, professor? Doesn’t in give me an elegant, society look? Hmmm, I wonder what’s underneath?” She slowly opened her coat, revealing the consummate porn-schoolgirl outfit. White blouse, tied just below the bra – two completely overworked buttons trying in vain to hold the blouse closed. A plaid skirt so small it could barely be called a table napkin. Long white nylons, and those shoes. “How do I look, professor? Don’t I look like every one of those students you could never have? Sitting in the front row, innocent and pure – while you fight the battle of body versus ethics. You can’t touch her, she’s a student…but you want to. You want to reach out to her, but you can’t, almost like your hands are tied behind you. But what if she made the first move? What if she cornered you in the teacher’s lounge, or your office. What if she were able to get you alone somewhere…?” as her voice trailed off, letting him imagine, she stepped close to him. She pressed herself against him and turned up the sensitivity a bit, and let his senses do the rest. Her smell, her warmth. Her magnificent tits pressed into his chest, her warm mouth just inches from his skin. She began kissing, licking, gently biting his face, neck, shoulders, scratching him lightly with her nails. She guided his eyes downward as she slowly knelt, and was completely unprepared as he watched the head of his already stiff cock appear between her perfectly tanned, soft tits. “Uh-oh, professor, it looks like we might have a bit of a conflict here. It appears you may actually enjoy what I am doing…”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She watched him continue to struggle with the battle raging inside him. She let him have images of family, home, his respected standing in the community, then she brushed them all away with the simple act of licking the head of his cock – immediately drawing him back. Again and again, she let him have a bit of room, then slammed the doors. Each time he fought to hold on, it was with a little less control and a little more frustration. Like an aging prize-fighter, swinging blindly at the younger and quicker who was always two steps ahead. “Go ahead, Dave, struggle away…” she whispered in his mind as she opened her blouse and bra, freeing her breathtaking breasts for his view. “Look, Dave, are these the most perfect tits you’ve ever seen?” She didn’t wait for an answer. She began her assault on his senses. She turned up the sensitivity again, his mind was flooded with information. Her smell, her mouth, her hands, her body. She seemed to be everywhere at once, and he could not keep up with the information. She kissed his thighs, lightly scratched his skin, brushed her hair against his cock, licked his belly, pressed her tits lightly against his legs. He had images of being 6 inches beneath the surface of the water, yet held under and unable to catch his breath. Then she began what could only be described as ‘torture by blowjob.’ <o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
With the lightest touch, the slowest movements, she brought his cock to her mouth and began touching it with just the tip of her talented tongue. Up and down, across the tip, back to the base. Her feather-light fingers guiding him where she wanted him. She made sure to hold his eyes open as long as possible between blinks, and she held his eyes in hers. She helped him appreciate the vision of her wet mouth, her perfect manicure, the warmth of her hands. He could barely breath.<o:p></o:p>
Then, with a single impossible slow move, she drew him into her mouth and let her lips close around him. He tried to remember to breath as she withdrew, and admired the effect. His cock, now slightly stained with her lipstick, pulsed in the cool air, looking for her talented mouth. “Oh, look, professor, it’s got my mark on it, like a brand. That means it’s mine forever, but it’s just a bit too early to try to explain that, so for now, just be a good little ethics professor and try to resist your student, ok?”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She loved the way they tried to resolve the differences within themselves while she sucked them. She would draw him into her mouth, slowly licking as she went, while she would encourage him to recall lectures on the importance of professional boundaries in Business Ethics 101. She would smile to herself as she would remind him of his lectures in Modern Morality and the importance of keeping vows while she jacked his cock into her mouth. She brought him to the edge of orgasm over and over while she toyed with his so-called moral opinions – each time letting her ministrations of his body decide who was really in control. With subtlety, she brought his hands around and placed them on her head, helping him to assist in the rhythm that had the most effect. Then, cruelly, she pulled back, letting his cock search in vain for her skilled mouth. With her most innocent schoolgirl voice, she asked, ”What’s it gonna be Dave, do I leave you here, standing on the edge of the cliff, or do I bring in from the cold?” She released her hold on him enough to let him choose, and she could watch the battle rage. Then, as another portion of his moral defenses came crashing down, she felt his hands pull her mouth towards him. She smiled cruelly and said, “that’s a bad boy.”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
After taking him to the edge countless times, she felt he was nearing the ability to stay conscious, she whispered, “here’s number two, Dave.” She pulled her mouth from his purple shaft and began stroking him faster and faster, letting the orgasm build from his very core. When it exploded from his cock, she directed it at her neck and tits, continuing to jerk him long after the orgasm subsided. He was nearly broken, but now the real training could begin.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She gently guided him to a couch and pushed him down. “Have a rest. You’re gonna need it.” She walked across the room, and retrieved her purse and brought it back. She sat down in a chair across from him and regarded him casually. “He’s hardly the man he was an hour ago” she thought to herself.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She reached into her purse, and removed a long white cigarette and lighter. then she began, “I found this little memory of yours while I was wandering around inside your head a bit ago. You were, what, 13 years old at the time? You and your friends were wandering around at the mall, and you fell behind a bit. A woman caught your eye, she was in the beauty salon getting her nails done, right?” He nodded, somewhat …<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“You hid behind the hedge to watch her, but she saw you there. Remember what she did then? She lit a cigarette, right, a long white one, just like this? She took a nice, slow, long drag, just like I am now. Then what, Dave, what did she do next? She spread her legs open just a bit, like this, right?” Mistress Taylor opened her legs just enough to revealed her pussy, wet and inviting. He could smell the aroma she was filling the room with, mixed now with her smoke and perfume. He could only stare as she lightly, softly caressed her thighs. “What happened next, Dave? Hmmm? You ran, right? You ran because you were afraid, and embarrassed, and as you ran, you became more and more angry because she toyed with you like that, and angry because you were too young and to know what to do, how to react. You eventually judged her immoral, slutty, and then eventually linked smoking with that judgment, and behold, a new prejudice was born.” He remembered it all very clearly now. “Well, today we end all that. Today, we relive that day, and by changing the outcome, we change the future. By the time we’re finished, you won’t even recognize yourself” she stated confidently.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She lit another cigarette, and then removed from her purse a dildo and began caressing it. He watched, captivated, as she treated it like she had treated him, caressing it, stroking it. She smiled as he made the connection, and loved how he wished it could be him again. “Are you still in bushes, Dave? Do I still have your attention?” She blew smoke on it, she licked it, she sucked it. He watched motionless as her lips surrounded it as they had him, and as it withdrew from her mouth, glistened with wetness. She dropped it to her breasts, and left of trail of her saliva on her hard nipples. “What would she do with this, Dave. What do you want her to do with it? Lower? Hmmm?” She teased herself with her toy, then lowering it further, she slowly opened her legs completely and caressing the opening with her toy. “She’s so wet, professor, and so am I…”<o:p></o:p>
She let his mind drift back and forth between his adolescent years and tonight, watching his reality be erased and rewritten by this devil. She slid it inside her and softly moaned as she continued to smoke, always seeming to have a fresh one ready. Her hands toyed with her pussy lips, stretching them, pulling them open, his view of the fake cock penetrating her body was obstructed by nothing. She could see the initial stirrings of his cock, but when he reached to touch himself, she silently commanded them back to his sides.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She continued her narrative, letting her silky voice penetrate him deeply. “Tonight, Dave, we re-write who you are. Tonight, you abandon your free will, and give yourself to us. After tonight, you’ll find yourself unable to control your sexual desires. You’ll be driving, and you’ll remember tonight. You’ll pull over just to jack yourself off. You’ll try to stand and rev up a crowd of concerned citizens, and your cock will harden as your thoughts drift to me. You’ll have escort services on speed dial, the guys at the whack-arcade will know your first name. You’re cock will lead you where it wants to go, all trying to get back to your Mistress Taylor.” And, to ensure his brain just got softer and softer, she slowly drew one finger across her dripping pussy, then wiped it under his nose. All he could smell was her juices and her smoke. She surrounded him. “I will become your focus, your obsession. You will seek out my movies, my photos. You will spill gallons of cum as a tribute to me…”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
Somehow, deep inside, he knew she was right. He seemed unable to look away as she fucked herself and casually blew smoke at him, but worse, he didn’t really want to look away all that much.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She pulled the toy out of her and slowly licked it. Then she lit a new cigarette, and stood up. “Let’s get started, shall we, professor?” He voice had a certain cynical mock to it, as if to taunt his formerly respected position in academia.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She stood before him, looking down across her magnificent body into his eyes. He looked up into hers – he suddenly felt like prey in the jaws of a predatory cat just before the lights go out. He was terrified.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She announced “I am going to teach you a few things about the power of pussy, Dave. If you get to greedy, I’ll cut you off. Now let me see that tongue of yours.” Dutifully, he extended it for her inspection. She placed one foot next to him on the couch, and as she took a long, rich drag from her cigarette, she placed her hand on the back of his head and slowly brought his mouth to her waiting pussy. “Slowly, delicately, like tasting the nectar from a rare and beautiful flower” she instructed. He was an attentive student, doing exactly what she commanded, and when. She pulled open her pussy, stretching the lips out so they rested against his face as he drank her wetness in. Only occasionally did she need to reprimand him. She used his mouth to bring her off again and again, until his face was covered with her wetness. Then, she instructed him to lick up the stray drops that had escaped his tongue and down her thighs. She leaned back, admiring the progress she had made. “Only a few more bricks still standing…I’ll think I’ll kick them over.” she thought. She took a slight step back, then turned her back to him. Bending slightly, she pulled her ass checks apart. “Here, Dave, your Mistress wants it here.”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
The sadness in his eyes was present and clear, they silently asked “please, no.” But she was here for a reason, and the lesson plan was simple. “Ruin them.”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She stared at him, blew a puff of smoke toward him, then said, “Don’t make your Mistress ask twice.”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
He moved his mouth toward her, and extended his tongue as he had been taught. She came almost immediately from the sensation and from the fact that she had been drawing strength from him. Each time a part of the wall was crushed, he weakened and she fed. This was a big one. He hated what was happening, but completely unwilling to try to stop. She was leading him gently down a path to destruction. She looked back at him and laughed. “My how the mighty have fallen. Yesterday you were a pillar of the community, tonight you made your Mistress cum with your tongue in her ass!” She continued to pleasure herself with her fingers and her toy as she kept him working his tongue for her. She was the strongest she had ever been. And was nearly completely destroyed. Just one more step…<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
She pulled herself away from his tongue and stood before him. His cock had risen up in tribute to her again, and she smiled. “Putty in my hands, waiting to be molded” she thought. She lit another fresh cigarette, then pressed him back against the couch and pulled his legs out so she could straddle him. With her hand, she pulled her dripping pussy opened, then grasped his cock with her smoking hand, and lowered herself onto him. Her pussy was blast-furnace hot, and his mind was awash with sensation. He looked into her eyes, then downward as her body slowly rose off of him. Her fingers grasped him, sliding with her wetness – like he was being fucked with two pussies at the same time. She pulled him out of her, and rubbed the head against her opening, being as dirty as she could, letting him see her pussy, no, her cunt, tear apart the last vestiges of his beliefs. As he got harder and harder, she got stronger.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“Look at me, professor. Look at every delicious inch. This is the body that’s going to jack you up higher than you’ve ever been. And when I let you drop, you’ll think the world is gone from beneath you.” His eyes moved slowly across her body. Her face was truly ravishing, her hair soft, wild and untamed. Her mouth was still wet and red, she could have been a fashion model. But she was decadent, filthy, and he wanted to hear more. She cupped her breasts as his eyes moved lower. “Look Dave, they still have your cum on them” – and she felt his cock swell at the memory. “Shame on you.” Then her hands moved lower, grasping his cock and jacking it off for a few moments, then rubbing it against her tan belly. She slid her pussy along the underside and then drew him in again. This time, she lifted slightly and hovered over him, so the only contact was inside her, and he felt her body pulsing and squeezing – he was being milked! His balls ached with the orgasm that was beginning to build, and she heard his thoughts.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“It’s ok, professor, the third one always hurts a little. It’s supposed to. Lets you know you’re running out of cum…” then suddenly she lifted off of him, left him alone in the air while his cock searched in vain for her. “your hands are free, now, professor, and so is your will. I have you at the edge now, right near the best cum you’ve ever had. Now it’s your turn to decide. I can bring you to the peak of pleasure, or I can dress and leave you right here, rock hard, to service yourself. Make your choice. Choose how the rest of your life will be.”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
He only paused slightly. “Please, Goddess Taylor, finish me” he said weakly. There was nothing left, no resistance at all now. He truly wanted her, without reservation, without remorse. He was broken.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“Hmmm, Goddess, a promotion” she thought to herself. She softly collected his cock, and fed it back into her, deeply and with all the strength she had taken from him. She began to ride him, stroking him with her hands, brushing her hair against his exposed skin, blowing smoke in his face. There was no doubt who was fucking whom.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
When he came, it was like staring at the sun. Every nerve in his body wanted to be wherever she was. The pain of cuming three times in such a short amount of time was something he couldn’t have predicted, and she loved the sensation that she had of his pain and pleasure colliding like to freight trains. It seemed to last for days, but in reality, he had passed out. When he awoke, she was gone. The room had the unmistakable smell of her sex, her smoke and her perfume, and he knew that she was right – it would haunt him for the rest of his life. As he staggered across the room, he noticed the phone had three message waiting – no doubt the dickhead about the rally tomorrow. “I probably won’t make that” he thought sarcastically. He sat down in front of his computer, and types out “Taylor St. Claire videos” in the search engine and waited for the return…<o:p></o:p>
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By The Hot Rod on 01-27-2007, 07:28 AM
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Just thought I'd say I really liked the story, a teeny bit too long, but still good.
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By hialt on 01-19-2010, 08:43 PM
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I liked the length, actually.
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By domminic59 on 06-05-2010, 10:05 AM
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wish if i were to tell a tale like this, i might start like this.!
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By betsey on 10-06-2010, 07:42 PM
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enjoyed reading this .. found it to be good
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By abcde886 on 10-23-2010, 05:29 PM
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Really good story, and it isn't too wordy - a good story needs to be sufficiently long
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Well done story. Leaves my mouth dry.
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