And thank you so much for joining us. Once again, I am your host, The Grey Knight, and this is the Nightly Pleasures podcast, episode number 37. It's going to be a longer ride than normal, so please strap yourself in comfortably. I think you'll enjoy the ride. First up, we have an extraordinary look at Ariane Richmond's Hooked Up.

It's a longer piece for sure, but I think it's worth the time to get to know very, very personally.

So without further ado, once again, this is Ariane Richmond's Hooked Up.

Just rapping at Pruill's apartment door had me hard.

It was about 5 a.m.

She opened the door slowly, knowing it was me because I just phoned.

But she was obviously being cautious.

Hi, she said.

There was a surprise in her tone, but also relief.

I was hoping she'd just been dreaming about me. She stood there in a crimson silk satin

robe, more beautiful than I remembered. Her hair was bedroom hair, wild and slipped in. I went to kiss her.

Her mouth tasted of mint and was cool and welcoming.

I ripped off her robe, which shimmied to the floor, and I stepped back in order to admire her perfect body. Her legs were strong, but lean, worked out, but the muscles long and elegant.

I noticed her tiny waist, her feminine curves, not too slim, but not an ounce of fat.

Her tits were literally perfect. The kind any man wants to pop into his mouth and suck,

ample, very full, but not too large. They didn't need a bra and the nipples lifted

upwards. Purt. I had her just how I wanted her. Naked. Come here, beauty, I whispered.

I caught both of her wrists in my right hand, pinning them behind her back.

I had her captive.

My other hand trailed around her breasts, circling each nipple until they stiffened.

I stroked her along her neck and pulled her face to mine, cupping the back of her head.

She moaned and leaned in close to me,

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