Initially, my work was a fairly big thrill. Whenever I’d tell people I was a scientist who specific in conducting intimate experiments, their eye would perk up and they’d wish to hear everything.

We didn’t blame them. The facts could get quite juicy. Those sexy, sweaty bodies clashing together actually turned me on. I’d stand generally there, taking notes on my clipboard, pretending that I didn’t value anything except the study, but deep down I’d end up being melting.

But after a on the subject of Hands Tied: A BDSM Love Story while, all those physiques engaged in every kinds of sexual activity got just a little boring. Sex research was just another job.

Thursday started out that way. I had developed spent my morning hours observing a guy and woman having sex. He was a handsome man, tall body with rippling muscle tissue and a slim face. She was beautiful, a petite redhead using a curvy ass and enough boobs that seemed to defy gravity. But I couldn’t have already been more bored.

‘Okay, you can start now,’ I said, fighting off a yawn. My try to log on to the computer to record my records didn’t work out. For reasons uknown, I couldn’t sign on.

So I basically picked up my clipboard and took my notes presently there. I marked down the start time of their encounter and viewed them proceed at it for nearly thirty minutes. When they were done, I wrote down enough time they finished and took all of the appropriate notes. ‘That concludes the experiment for today, folks. Many thanks for participating.’

I shook the hands of both people, handed them their robes and escorted them to the lobby.

I returned to the experiment area and…

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