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    | As Flies to Wanton Boys
    
    Author: ariel emms |   
    |  | (Added on Jan 28, 2009)
            (This month 52714 readers) (Total 58985 readers) |   
    |  | a submissive must submit - but to whom, how, and why? |  
 
   
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    | Reviewer: 
    Martiniman
  (Edit) | Rating:  | Jan 1, 2012 |   
    |  | A very sweet story! (10/10) 
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    | Reviewer: 
    Dryhill
  (Edit) | Rating:  | Jun 17, 2010 |   
    |  | This story picks up suspense upon suspense at a slow but steady pace much to the eventual pleasure of one lucky sub. And the fianl tease of a deciding action to see which Domme wins a bet .....very nice. (10/10) 
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    JimmyJump
  (Edit) | Rating:  | Jan 29, 2009 |   
    |  | In the lush, colourful garden, on the wooden bench by the fountain, sleeps an Angel, bathing in the amber glow of the sun, caressed by the warmth of its setting rays. The Angel dreams, a faint smile slightly curling her mouth. The dreams whisper images of unspeakable delights, of lashes and bonds, of sweet surrender, of reluctant submission, of submissive reluctance.
 But there is no pain in the dream, only the joy of belonging and being loved. And the happiness of being able to love and the Angel stirs, sighs, torn between day and night, her little wings flutter gently while the very last beam of the sundown holds her captive in its light.
 That's the vision I had, at the end of this, yet another endearing tale.
 JJ (10/10)
 
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