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There I was again, nose deep in a sales report on the New York to DC air shuttle for my

bi-weekly trip to our head office. “Thank God for business class.” I thought as I stretched my legs in advance of the hour and a half flight. I was careful, however, not to wrinkle my skirt, since I was expected to go straight to our staff meeting after arrival. I had done this so many times before, that I begun to recognize some of the flight attendants, and gave half a wave to a few of them as they scurried by, readying the cabin for take-off.

My life seemed like an endless blur of meetings and paperwork. Buttoned up in my most conservative of suits, I considered whether I was in danger of losing myself in the sterility and repetition of my corporate existence. I sighed aloud and wondered what had happened to the unpredictable firecracker I used to be.

I glanced sideways at the reckless looking man sitting next to me in expensive sunglasses and a skater tee. What a contrast between the two of us, though he looked to be about the same age as me. He removed his sunglasses and placed them on the tray table along with his cell phone, then smiled at me momentarily, when he caught me stealing a glimpse of his bad boy looks. I immediately returned to my papers.

The flight attendant announced that the weather in DC had taken a turn for the worse, causing us to delay our take off by an hour. A united sigh of disappointment flooded the cabin and I called the office to let them know I’d be late. It seemed everyone was making calls, including my temporary neighbor. When I was finished, I couldn’t help but overhear the X-rated things he was saying. I pulled my papers up to my face and smiled karşıyaka escort privately to myself, assuming he was talking to his girlfriend. I thought it odd, however, that he didn’t seem to say goodbye or end the conversation in any recognizable way. He simply finished by saying, “Then, I will lick you clean.” and he hung up.

Noticing that I had overheard, he told me not to worry, that he was not a serial obscene phone caller. At least not per say. I looked even more quizzical and he divulged the details of his rather unique career. I learned how he’d discovered that many wealthy women were willing to pay generously for the pleasure of hearing all about the make-believe sex he wanted to share with them. He was, for lack of a better term, a phone whore.

I was intrigued by this and leaned forward to see if he would share anything further, it was fascinating. Turns out that he had been doing it for the past five years, and though it had started out as a fun and easy way to put himself through grad school, lately it had really become a drag. I put down my papers and asked him why. He told me that it had become just like any other job, monotonous and boring. And, it was turning into more and more of a chore to make his daily calls to his more than twenty clients.

I empathized with him and told him about the suffocating feeling I had been experiencing lately in response to the assimilative nature of corporate America. We laughed lightly at the irony of our situations. I looked around and noticed that the passengers across the aisle were all busy with their magazines or dozing off. Impulsively, I leaned in closer to him and asked him if he might like kartepe escort some fresh inspiration. It was his turn to look quizzical, and I placed my hand on his leg to clarify my meaning.

“Why don’t you make another one of your calls?” I slyly asked. He seemed to catch on and picked up his phone while searching my face for a clue of what was to come of this. He dialed, and I moved my hand into his crotch. He began to speak, in a gruff whisper, about throwing the legs of the listener around his neck while he slowly stroked her with his fingers and inserted his swollen cock.

He unbuttoned his jeans, allowing me easier access to his thickening rod. He leaned over to share with me, the listener’s responses to his explicit descriptions. Soft “mmmms” and the occasional “oh yes”, came from the phone. I pictured her touching herself as he spoke, her mind placing him between her legs. These thoughts caused the temperature between my own legs to rise and using my lowered tray as a shield, I placed his hand under my skirt.

He gladly slipped his fingers into my panties and traced around the perimeter of my silky opening, before guiding one inside. This sent a sweet shiver through me and I stifled the moan that danced on my lips. It was then that one of the flight attendants I had come to know came by to offer a pillow and blanket. Our busied hands froze in place and he turned away to keep his raunchy conversation private.

She attempted to make small talk, asking me how I had been and the like. I impatiently answered and hoped that she would move on. Noticing the positioning of our arms, she gave a knowing smirk before resting the blanket and pillow kaş escort on my tray. “It can get chilly in here, be sure to cover up,” she said with a wink and continued down the aisle. I breathed a sigh of relief and retracted my hand from inside his pants.

He had completed his phone call and asked if I thought the flight attendant had detected anything. I put his mind at ease, and like the couple across the aisle from us I snuggled us under the blanket and placed the pillow in his lap. He looked a bit surprised, when I told him that I would like to relax a bit. Then with my eyebrow arched, I asked him again. “Why don’t you make another call?”

As if I was curling up with my soul mate, I stretched out over his lap, placing my head on the pillow in a casual and inconspicuous way. His fly was still undone and I freed his sustained erection from the confines of his jeans while he dialed his next client. Before long, my mouth was wrapped around his engorged dick and another grateful customer was lustfully clinging to his every word. Concealed by the blanket, I licked and slurped, careful not to bob my head in any particular rhythm, giving the perception that I was only trying to get comfortable.

I could hear him say that he was enjoying the feel of her, warm and wet, as she bounced on top of him. His words were shaky, as his lips quivered with every pass of my tongue. When he finally leaked into my mouth, it was surprisingly sweet and I found myself swallowing to get rid of the evidence. I raised my self upright again, and excused myself to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, I laughed aloud at the sudden jolt in my mundane routine. The erotic encounter had given me just the excitement I needed to rejuvenate my wild side. I straightened my skirt and freshened up a bit. When I returned to my seat, the flight attendant was announcing the seat belt light had been turned on and I was curious to find out how we could make the rest of our flight as interesting as the delay.

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It was a cool day in January, something very unusual for the city I live in. Typically the heat is unbearable but a rare cold front had come through and lowered the temperatures enough for me to need a light jacket that morning. I take my usual route to work, nervous because that day I would be meeting the new landlord of the building where my bookshop is located. It’s a small shop, specializing in rare and unusual books, with a large section dealing in erotic literature of all kinds. I’ve loved reading romance / erotica since I was a teenager, and being able to make a living with my passion is a dream come true. Best of all, I can spend a lot of time reading and no one can tell me I can’t.

My favorite books are the ones that involve Dom/sub relationships. I’m not into pain or humiliation, but the thought of total control calls to me on a deep, almost primal level. I’ve never had a relationship like that, but a girl can dream, can’t she? The problem is finding the right guy. Most guys say they “like to have the girl take control” once in a while when having sex, but that’s just a euphemism for them wanting the girl to initiate sex, not dictate when, how and how long things happen so as to ensure maximum pleasure for both.

I unlock the security blinds on the front of the store and let myself in. Since it’s still early, I lock the door behind me and leave the lights in the main area off. I walk to the back, turn my computer on and bring up a spreadsheet so I can take care of some administrative stuff before it’s time to open to the public. The new landlord, Maxwell Clark according to the correspondence I’ve had from him, would see me here at 10. There was plenty of time to open up and get things out of the way so that I could pay full attention to him when he showed up.

As I’m working I hear the chimes on the front door and seconds later Mary calls back “Hi Jade, it’s me!” Mary works with me as all around helper, cashier, part-time cleaning lady and general company. She’s also a Domme at a local club and has invited me to go with her and get to know the scene first-hand since she knows how much I like the stories about it. First-hand experience is tempting, but I’ve never taken her up on the offer.

“Hey Mary, I’m in the back” I call out, not looking up from the computer. Mary walks into the back room, casual Goth outfit of black, ripped jeans, a long-sleeved black t-shirt with a white Catrina print on it and red Vans. Her hair is black with bright purple tips, though not long ago it was streaked with green. I’ve always been a bit envious of her having the confidence to dress and do her hair however she wants. She looks good and she knows it, and it certainly helps the business.

“You ready to meet the new landlord?” she asks, bringing up the topic of conversation that has been going on between us since I got the notice that the former owner had sold the building. It was really too bad, because we had a good, though strictly business, relationship. I paid rent on time and he did any major repairs the store needed without getting into each other’s hair. I could only hope that the new landlord would be as easy to deal with as the former one was.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I reply, glancing up from the computer screen. “It’s not like I have a choice. I just hope that we can get along like we did with Ed.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine” Mary replied as she set her stuff down and started filling the coffee pot. She’s addicted to coffee and will drink up to 5 cups a day if possible. I truthfully don’t need coffee like she does, but I enjoy a cup in the morning to help me get started. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow asking if I want a cup and I nod in agreement, finishing up with my work on the computer so we can drink the coffee together. We talk about the landlord a little longer, and then change the topic to invariably talk about guys. I ask her how the date with her latest guy went and she goes on and on about how great he is and how much fun she’s had with him, both in and out of the club. As I listen to her I wonder how it would feel to have a guy obey my every command like that and it really gets me going.

Soon after Mary and I wrap up our conversation and she goes to open the store to the public. I pick up the coffee cups and rinse them out in the sink before heading out to stock the recent arrivals. As I’m doing that Mary walks up to me with an extremely tall, athletic-looking man behind her. His light, honey colored eyes make a sharp contrast with his dark hair and coffee-colored skin. He’s wearing dress pants and shoes, and a long-sleeved button down shirt, though no tie or coat. Even with the shirt on his shoulders look enormous. My eyes move down his body, taking in the broad chest, narrow waist and strong legs. I can’t see his butt, but I’m pretty sure it’s got to be toned like everything else.

“Jade, this is Maxwell Clark” says Mary. “He was looking for you so I brought him over.”

“Call me Max” he said, holding kocasinan escort out his hand for a handshake.

“Jade Nichols” I say, taking his hand. A shiver of awareness snakes up my arm and down my spine on contact and I look up into his eyes, slightly startled as that had never happened to me before. He looks at me intently, seemingly as affected as I was. I quickly let go and step back, trying to regain my calm. “How about we go into the office?” I suggest, looking away, sure that I was blushing. “Thanks Mary, can you keep an eye on things out here, please?” I ask, already walking towards the back of the store, not looking back to see if Max was following me.

We get to the office and go over the rental contract. We finish going over business and start talking about the store, and how I got it started, then move on to talk about other stuff as well. It’s definitely not the kind of conversation that I would have had with Ed. It seems like neither one of us wants to stop talking. We move from the desk to the sofa where I sometimes crash for a nap after lunch and continue our conversation. Just general chit chat, but just being in his presence makes something inside of me restless, makes me want to be much more assertive than I usually am. I try to tell myself to calm down, but the tight knot of desire keeps growing in me. I glance down at Max’s crotch and there is an unmistakable bulge there. At least I’m reassured that I’m not alone in this.

Taking a huge risk I put my hand on his leg and feel his thigh muscles tighten under it. Max goes completely still and looks at me, stopping in mid-sentence. In for a penny, in for a pound I think as I move up on my knees and lean in towards him so I can kiss him, somewhere between passionate and hesitant. I’m still not sure why I’m doing this, but I just couldn’t resist anymore.

Max seems shocked as at first, his hands moving up to grip my arms. I’m almost sure he’s going to push me away when instead he pulls me closer and I fall across his chest and he wraps his arms around my waist. I quickly move to sit up, not breaking the kiss, so that his legs are trapped between mine and I grab his hands to pull them away from my waist and push them against the back of the sofa by his head. I pull back to break the kiss and we’re both panting, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. I can feel his rock hard cock just a breath away from my pussy which by now is sopping wet, separated only by our clothes. We look at each other, chests heaving, breaths uneven. I’m still holding his wrists on either side of his head, and he hasn’t made any attempt to move or dislodge me.

“What was that?” Max finally asks, breaking the silence.

“I’m not sure” I reply. “There’s something about you I just couldn’t resist any longer. Do you want me to get up and let you go?” I ask as I lightly rub my pussy over his cock.

He replies, half-jokingly, “No apology for manhandling me?”

“Nope,” I say while I smile at him. “I’m not sorry at all, so why apologize?”

Max throws back his head and laughs, exposing the long, muscled column of his throat. I lean in and nip him just where his neck meets his shoulders and he lets out a low groan. “Is this going where I think it’s going?” he asks at the same time he flexes his hips and grinds his cock against my pussy.

“I’m certainly trying to get it to where I want to go” I reply between nips and licks of his throat and jaw. “Just be quiet and enjoy the ride.”

As soon as I say that I can feel his body relax into the sofa, which I take as permission to carry on. My hips undulate against him, rubbing my pussy back and forth over his cock. I let go of his hands and start unbuttoning his shirt. “Stretch your arms out along the back of the sofa and don’t move them from there,” I instruct as the gap between the sides of the shirt grows wider and wider.

“Now why would I do that?” he teasingly asks as I run my hands up and down his well-toned chest and abdomen.

In all seriousness I look into his eyes and say “You’ll do it because I told you to, and you’ll do what I tell you to do because you know it would give us both great pleasure to have you obey me.”

Max seems completely taken aback by my response. I can see the gears turning in his head and I’m sure that I just blew my chance to be with him by letting my fantasies get the best of me. I’m so prepared to have him say “You know what? Forget this, this is madness”, that I almost miss his quiet response.

“What did you say?” I ask, not trusting my ears.

“I said ok,” Max replies, loud and clear. I can still see a little bit of doubt in his eyes, but my hormones have now kicked into high gear. I can’t believe my luck that this gorgeous specimen of a man is willing to do whatever I ask of him. I’m certainly not going to look a gift horse in the mouth so I lean in to kiss him again, my hands thrust into his hair to hold his head in place, my tongue konak escort swirling over his lips before delving inside his mouth to twine with his, drawing it out and into my mouth so I can suck on it and then thrusting my tongue back into his. My chest and stomach rub against him as we kiss and I feel the heat emanating from his skin through the thin cotton of my blouse.

My mouth leaves his and roams over his jaw, kissing and licking before I move to his earlobe and suck on it. Again he groans and I can see him clenching his fists on the sofa, trying to be still as I asked him to be. I continue my exploration of his body with my lips and tongue, down his neck to the place I nipped him before, this time sucking softly. His hips flex again, driving his cock against me but he doesn’t move his hands. I let my hands drift over his chest and stomach, tracing the ridges and indentations of his muscles with my fingertips and following with my tongue. I pay special attention to his nipples, tiny little nubs of flesh that I can flick and scrape my teeth over, then lap and suck to greater hardness.

My hands move down to his belt, and I unbuckle it while I suck on one of his nipples and quickly unbutton and unzip his pants. I move back and say “lift your hips so I can get them off you” and Max doesn’t lose any time obeying me. I stand up and finish pulling his pants off, drinking in the sight of his muscular body and long, thick cock standing straight up at attention. I can see the ridges of the veins stand out starkly under his skin, the head a shade lighter than the shaft.

I pull off my shirt revealing my pink leopard print bra with black lace edging. Max draws in his breath and says “Please let me finish undressing you. I want to touch you as well.”

“You can help me undress, but you can’t touch,” I reply, more as a test to see if he’d obey me than anything else. I can’t wait to feel his hands on my body, but we’ll get to that in due time. I hold my hand out for him to take it and stand up. Max stands up next to me and I fully realize how much taller he is than me: the top of my head barely makes it to his shoulders.

I run my hands over his chest and abs, enjoying the heat and softness of his skin against my palms, at the same time causing him to complain. “No fair,” he says, “you can touch but I can’t.”

“Them’s the breaks” I say, smiling up at him. “Now play nice or we don’t play at all.” I turn around and wait for him to unbuckle my bra, which he does without a word. I take a step forward before turning back to him so he can see me lower the straps and take them off my arms while holding the cups to cover my breasts. His eyes burn holes into my as I finally let my bra drop. I see him lick his lips and clench his hands, obviously wanting to touch my breasts, but he doesn’t move an inch. Having him follow my instructions so far is making me dizzy with need, my pussy and clit pulsing along with my heartbeat.

“Now my pants and underwear” I say, stepping close to him again. Max clenches his jaw and breathes deep, his cock jerking as he reaches for the button to my jeans and opens it up, then slides the zipper down.

“I have to touch you if I’m going to get your pants off,” he says, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine and tightens my nipples even further.

“I’ll allow that much, but don’t try any funny business,” I say mock-seriously as Max slips his hands between my clothes and my skin and pushes them down along the curve of my hips until he’s kneeling in front of me and my clothes pool at my feet. My pussy is just about at his eye level and he can see the moisture leaking from my lips.

He looks up at me and asks “What now?” as he struggles to comply with what I’ve requested.

“Now,” I say as I run my fingers through his hair to hold his head as I raise my leg over his right shoulder, exposing my pussy to him, “you can touch.”

“Thank you!” he says fervently, his hands coming up to clasp my butt and pull me closer as his mouth descends on my pussy and he starts to explore it with his lips and tongue. I gasp as his tongue licks up my slit and hits my clit just before he fastens his mouth on it and starts sucking. My head falls back and I moan from the pleasure his mouth gives me, my hands in his hair and my leg pushing at his back so that he’s tight against me. I can’t keep my hips still and I rock them against his mouth as he fucks me with his tongue, sliding in and out of me over and over. His hands knead my butt and then he moves one so that he can insert two long fingers into me, fucking me with them as he concentrates on my clit with his mouth. I can feel my pulse pounding through my entire body, my breasts swollen and nipples impossibly tight peaks, and still his lips and tongue wind me up tighter and tighter until finally I snap and scream out my release as wave after wave of my orgasm thunders through me.

Max keeps licking me as I come back down konyaaltı escort to earth, my pussy so sensitive it feels like I could cum again at any moment. I draw in a shuddering breath and push him away, lowering my leg from his shoulder. Max kneels back and licks his lips, his face covered in my wetness. I hold out my hand to help him to stand up. As he stands I sink to my knees in front of him and run my hands up his legs, my mouth watering at the thought of his hot, hard cock stroking into it and down my throat.

“Hands up behind your head,” I say, my mouth just a hair’s breadth away from the tip of Max’s engorged cock. He looks down at me, surprised, but raises his hands, interlocking his fingers behind his head. “If you let them drop at any moment, I immediately stop,” I warn him as my hot breath bathes the head of his cock. Max groans, his hips thrusting forward, trying to close the distance between us. I anticipate his move and pull back just in time. I dig my nails into his hard thighs, impatient for him to agree so I can finally wrap my lips around his cock. “Say yes,” I insist, brushing my hard nipples along his legs.

“Yes…” Max finally groans out, his cock twitching in anticipation, pre cum leaking from the slit and beading at the tip of his cock.

“Good,” I say and lick up his cock from his balls to the tip with the flat of my tongue, catching that small drop on the tip and bringing it into my mouth, savoring it. We both groan at the same time, incredible pleasure welling up and expressing itself in audible form. I decide to prolong both our torment and instead of finally letting his cock slip into my mouth I trace the veins up and down all along his shaft, licking at the underside of his smooth head, lapping at the pre-cum that continuously wells up. Max’s hips jerk towards my mouth, his thighs and ass flexing as he tries to push his cock past my lips.

I dig my nails into his thighs again. “Oh no,” I say between licks, “only when I’m good and ready”. I chuckle at Max’s groan of frustration and slap between his thighs lightly to get him to spread them, which he does. I use one hand to lift his cock out of the way and bend down to take his balls into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue, sucking on them, letting them pop from my mouth and licking them. At this point I’m just as impatient as he is to have his cock in my mouth so I lick my way back up his shaft and around the head before I finally allow it to slip past my lips.

Slowly, teasingly I let one inch at a time disappear into the warm, wet heat of my mouth, moaning around his cock as the hard heat of it slides along my tongue to the back of my throat and bumps against it. I slide my head back slowly and then take him deep again, over and over, my throat working around the head of his cock on each stroke, squeezing and stroking with my tongue. Max’s breathing is loud in the room, the only other sound besides the sucking and licking sounds made by my mouth on his cock. I can feel the strain in his legs and his butt as he tries to hold back from fucking my mouth. I slide my mouth down his length once more, this time taking him all the way in until my lips wrap around the base of his cock and my nose is nestled against his groin, my throat working and squeezing around him, his heavy sac cupped in my hand.

I pull back and let him slip from my mouth and tell him to move back to the sofa where I proceed to straddle him, offering up my nipples to his mouth. As he sucks one in and bites down on it non-too-gently I slide my wet slit over his cock, my hips rocking back and forth. I take hold of his hands and bring them to my hips as I lift them up and fit his cock to my opening. “Slowly,” I instruct, not only because I want to savor the feeling of him entering me and filling me up, but also because it’s been a while and he’s so damn BIG.

As wet as I am it takes a little work for his head to push in, but when it does I can feel every ridge and bump rubbing me inside. My head falls back and I moan, knowing I won’t be able to last for very long. I lift up and start to ride him, my hips making small circles as I go up and down. Over and over our bodies embrace the rhythm we both crave as we rush towards completion. I feel my orgasm growing and tightening, centering in my pussy and clit, until I can’t stand it anymore and the sensation explodes through me. My pussy pulses and spasms around Max’s thick, hard cock, milking and squeezing it as I try to muffle my scream of pleasure against his shoulder.

Feeling me cum so hard around his cock drives Max to a greater frenzy, his hands on my hips gripping me tighter as he holds me still and drives into me with a ferocity he hadn’t displayed before. Again and again he bottoms out in me, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. It doesn’t take very long for him to slam into me and hold me hard against him as his orgasm takes over and his cock jerks inside of me, filling my pussy up with his cum. He slows his strokes, prolonging the sensation for both of us until we lay limp and drained, my body plastered against his on the sofa. I can feel his strong heartbeat under my cheek, and his hands continuously rub up and down my hips and lower back. After a few minutes of catching my breath I lift up and kiss him.

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Maria was a mere twenty years old, but she possessed the poise of someone many years her elder. She had experienced a “relationship” here and there, but nothing significant enough that she could consider herself weathered in the area of romance. Even so, she had suffered heartbreaks and even had caused some. She was a confident, intelligent, beauty with a penchant for sarcastic witticisms that she used to protect her heart and self esteem from the stark cold reality she knew existed all around her. Maria often found herself in positions of romantic power; she was comfortable when she was the dominant partner in the relationship, confident in the copious adoration that her various lovers and boyfriends held for her. As a result, she often found herself regrettably unfulfilled in her relationships… Her lovers could rarely carry a conversation or challenge her intellect and, while she frequently complained about the dullness of her partners, she was content – she knew that little threatened her status as the object of their idolatry. Every once in a while, she allowed someone to creep through the cracks in the wall she had build to protect her heart. During these rare occurrences, Maria fell fast and she fell hard. Too hard… Her last boyfriend manipulated her emotions so painfully and so repeatedly that she feared injury more than ever. To protect herself from the heartache that seemed inevitably to follow any and every emotional intimacy, Maria entered relationships cockily, boasting of her inability to become attached to her “fuck buddies,” attempting to dehumanize her newest companion as much as possible – hopefully reducing him to the status of mere sexual partner. She was the sexual vixen, perfecting her aesthetic appearance so as to become the image of sexual fantasy, thus dehumanizing herself in the eyes of her partner, reducing herself to the status of sexual icon – not romantic companion.

Still reeling from the painful complexities of the current situation with her ex, Maria returned home to Virginia from school in New York for Thanksgiving. She was ready to throw all emotional cares to the wind and was anticipating a random hookup or two over the weekend.

Saturday night, barbeque, old family friends, lots of alcohol. Maria stumbled into Kate, an acquaintance from high school whom she was just beginning to reconnect with. Kate introduced Maria to Hunter, her twenty-nine year-old brother home for the holiday.

In her drunken state, Maria first identified the handsomeness of her friend’s older brother. Hunter was not very tall, but well built and conspicuously attractive. He had dark eyes set deeply under heavy brows… His eyes sparkled when he smiled, his lip curling upward. His short dark hair was plain, but complemented the olive tinge in his skin tone. Broad shoulders and strong arms caught Maria when she tripped over her own feet, her tall boots uncomfortable to feet accustomed to sneakers.

Hunter was characteristically shy that evening, standing against a wall and talking idly with whomever approached him. He nursed beer after beer, occasionally gazing past the shoulder of whomever was speaking with him and checking out the multitude of young women in the room, all the same age as his sister. One girl in particular caught his eye and his pulse quickened when Kate led that same girl over to meet him.

Maria was tall, imposingly so with her high heeled boots on. Taller, in fact, than Hunter – but that only served to catch his attention. She was uniquely striking in a room of women who seemed to dress and behave alike. She had short, wavy, light-brown hair, cropped around her face. Her eyes were almond shaped and wide, with delicate eyebrows framing them. She had beautifully high cheekbones and she smiled as she drunkenly giggled at whatever conversation of which she was a part.

Hunter’s attention, however, didn’t stay long at the appearance of the young girl’s face, as he instinctively moved his gaze down her body. She was slim with perky breasts and prominent hips that curved out from her smooth, flat stomach, which Hunter noticed as her shirt slid upwards when she threw her head back to laugh. Her ass was on the wide side, and round, curving deliciously down to her legs.

Conversation turned to an after-party occurring later that evening and, eventually, people were moving towards the door. As they exited, Maria leaned in and breathily whispered into Hunter’s ear, “I’m drunk!” Hunter smiled to himself as he imagined the expanding possibilities of the evening that lay before him.

Soon the two reconvened at the after-party, sitting in a back room full of unfamiliar faces. Maria was spread across a big leather chair, drunkenly gesturing as she told Hunter some inane story or another. Hunter listened attentively, smiling at the charmingly intoxicated girl who was so open and friendly. He could hardly believe the opportunity that seemed to be lying immediately in front of him, in the form of a sexy twenty year-old who seemed all-too-interested in Hunter.

After the completion of one of Maria’s stories, Hunter attempted to kestel escort respond over the din of the crowded room. When she couldn’t hear what he was saying, Maria leaned from her seat in the big leather chair toward Hunter, who was sitting in the accompanying ottoman. Her legs, uncrossed, alternated with Hunter’s, and when she leaned in to hear what he was saying, the warmth between her legs brushed against his knee.

Initially, Hunter thought that the contact was purely incidental. That is, until Maria leaned in closer, placing a hand on his other leg, and apparently positioning her crotch on his knee, swaying ever-so-slightly back-and-forth, rubbing herself against him. Meanwhile, Hunter was speaking in whispers to Maria, their faces inches apart and their eyes locked.

Maria couldn’t resist. The multiple glasses of wine she’d imbibed throughout the evening took hold, as she leaned in and, open-eyed, pressed her lips against Hunter’s. She lifted her hand to his neck, simultaneously parting his lips with her warm tongue, proceeding to kiss him deeply.

Hunter, incredulous, was at first unable to respond, but once he regained his wits he quickly pulled away. Taking Maria’s beautiful young face into his hands, he whispered, “There are people all around us… And my sister is still here.”

Despite these protests, Maria leaned in and suckled Hunter’s earlobe before whispering, “No one’s watching… And Kate is long gone.” Immediately afterward, she licked lightly around his ear before trailing a path down his jawbone with her tongue, eventually reaching his lips. She grabbed the back of his head with both of her hands, ground her hips into his knee, began to rub the growing bulge in his pants with her knee, and kissed him passionately, not allowing him to pull away or think twice before kissing her back.

After several seconds, Hunter once again pulled away, requesting that they move outdoors. Maria giggled and complied, and the two spilled out the door onto the back steps. At once they recommenced their passionate necking, as Maria sucked deeply on Hunter’s neck. He pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped around her. He moved one hand down to her tight ass, gripping the curves of her ass cheeks as she placed her hand on his bulge. Maria moaned lightly as she gripped Hunter’s growing cock and pressed her breasts into his chest. In response, Hunter moved his idle hand to her crotch, pressing his forefingers into the warmth and rubbing lightly. Maria moaned more deeply and shook lightly, pulling Hunter even closer to her before whispering in his ear, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Soon enough, the two found a ride back to Maria’s from the party. When they reached her house, she pulled out her car keys and clicked a button that unlocked her 1998 Ford Explorer, motioning to Hunter that he should follow her in. Before she was able to move the car from park, Hunter reached across and grabbed the back of her head, passionately plunging his tongue into her mouth. She breathily kissed him back and felt the intensity of their passion throughout her body. Again, Hunter moved his hand down her body to her crotch. With his palm pressing into her pelvis, Hunter rubbed her warm nub through her jeans. Maria moaned – louder now, in the privacy of her car. She ground her hips into Hunter’s hand, before pushing him away and telling him, “Hold on a sec.”

She quickly moved the car to drive, and pulled away from the front of her parents’ house. A block or so down, she rapidly shifted to park and shut of the ignition, immediately thereafter leaning over to Hunter and kissing him deeply, placing one hand on the ever-increasing bulge in his pants. She leaned over to his ear and whispered, “I want you… Right. Now.” In response, Maria gently pushed Hunter away and motioned that they should move to the back seat.

Not needing a second instruction, Hunter quickly jumped into the back, followed close behind by Maria. Immediately, she leaned over and kissed the older man, as she swung one leg over him, pressing her warm crotch into his hardening cock. As she kissed him, she gyrated in his lap. Soon she could feel her pussy dripping through the denim of her jeans. She reached down into her pants, dipping her first and middle fingers into her cunt, and then lifted her wet fingers to Hunter’s mouth. Hunter eagerly accepted Maria’s offering, sucking her fingers dry, before she kissed him deeply enough to taste herself. She began to unbutton his shirt, baring his chest in seconds, before she pulled her sweater over her head and unsnapped her bra. Instinctively, Hunter brought his hands to the chest of the young girl sitting on his lap, taking a breast in each hand, caressing each nipple between his fingers as Maria sighed and kissed him even more deeply. Keeping on hand on the girl’s tits, he brought his other hand to her jeans, swiftly unbuttoning and unzipping them and soon slipped his hand into her pants. Now, with one hand squeezing the firm, round, perky nipple of Maria’s left tit, Hunter used his other hand to deftly touch her kırıkhan escort warm, dripping wet pussy. At first he stroked the outside of her cunt, barely letting his fingers rest on her throbbing clit before he pulled back and pressed his first two fingers into her waiting pussy. Maria’s cunt embraced Hunter’s fingers, and she squeezed her muscles around his digits, pressing her pelvis down into his hand.

Sighing, Maria moved her lips from Hunter’s face, kissing his ear and neck lightly as she moved her mouth down his body. Soon she reached his shoulders, and gently ran her tongue along his prominent collarbone before moving further down to his chest. She took each nipple in turn, sucking gently on each before nibbling ever so lightly. Hunter had moved his hand from her pussy back to her tits, which he squeezed enthusiastically as the girl kissed down his body. Maria soon moved from his lap, settling on her knees in front of Hunter, gazing up at his eyes as she ran her fingers behind the elastic of his boxers. Keeping her gaze fixed on Hunter’s, Maria adroitly unfastened his belt, and speedily unbuttoned his pants, eagerly attempting to slide them down past his knees.

Hunter’s cock, hard and long, sprung upwards in Maria’s face after she released it from the confines of his pants. She kissed the tip lightly, before she leaned forward and kissed Hunter’s belly button, trailing her tongue slowly downwards. She kissed each inner thigh, allowing her breasts to rub gently against Hunter’s erect cock. Soon, she advanced her kisses to his balls, and one by one, she took them into her mouth, while she held his shaft. She hummed lightly, moaning, even, as she touched herself with her free hand. After a minute or so of suckling Hunter’s balls, she removed them from her mouth, placing them into her palm, still wet from her pussy. She squeezed his testicles lightly, as she licked up Hunter’s cock. When she finally reached the head of his dick, she wet her lips and then pressed them around his corona, keeping one hand on his balls and simultaneously stroking his shaft with the other. Intermittently, she would bring her lips down his cock until its head pressed into the back of her throat. Meanwhile, she had slowly brought her middle finger to Hunter’s asshole and was circling lightly around his anus, all the while continuing to grip his balls gently and energetically stroke his shaft.

Hunter had his head thrown back, his eyes shut as he gyrated his hips into Maria’s face. He could hardly believe that this sexy young woman was giving him such an incredible blowjob. She seemed voracious, enjoying the activity as much as he was, if not more. Soon, all too soon, Hunter felt the familiar contraction of his balls. Immediately, so as to stave off his imminent orgasm, he pulled Maria’s face to his, kissing her deeply as he leaned over, pushing her onto her back.

With Maria now on her back, Hunter pushed her legs apart and pressed his body down in between, rubbing the wet spot in her pants with his thigh as he sucked on her neck. Maria moaned from the contact, thrusting her pussy up into Hunter’s thigh, sighing as she groaned, “I. Want. You. Now.”

Hunter pulled back and looked Maria in the eyes. Leaning back, he placed his hands on her hips, then gripping the beltline of her pants in his hands. Glancing downward, he asked softly, tauntingly, “Do you want me to kiss you… There?”

Maria nodded, her beautiful eyes sparkling in anticipation. “Tell me, Maria. Do you want me to lick your pussy? You have to tell me,” Hunter continued to toy with the young vixen that lay below him.

Softly, Maria responded, “Yes. Yes, Hunter, kiss me there. Lick my pussy… Please, Hunter, PLEASE!” Her voice rose as she vocalized her desire.

Smiling, Hunter leaned down and began to kiss the girl’s soft stomach. At the same time, he tugged off her tight jeans. Again he leaned back, this time only to take in the incredible image lying before him. The tight, fresh body of a twenty year old who was looking up at him with such desire… Every inch of her seemed preened for sensuality: her smooth legs, her soft skin, her navel with its ring of dangling silver that gleamed in the moonlight, and her pussy… Maria’s mons was shaved bare, except for a small, rectangular patch – a “landing strip” – above her clit, which was now swollen and desirous of attention.

Hunter smiled to himself as he leaned down, pressing his mouth to Maria’s pubic bone. He kissed slowly, lightly down the small patch of hair until his lips met her engorged clit. Immediately, Maria groaned, instinctively lifting her hips to meet Hunter’s mouth. In response, Hunter began to suck on the girl’s nub, simultaneously flicking his tongue against it. Maria gyrated her hips uncontrollably in passion, pressing her pussy to Hunter’s mouth. He looked up occasionally, and felt his erection throb as he watched the girl writhe from his touch, passionately rubbing her hard nipples and moaning with closed eyes. Maria moved her hands down from her breasts to the back of Hunter’s head, kızılay escort gripping his hair as he continued to tongue her clit. As this action carried on, Hunter brought one hand from under Maria’s body to her pussy, and began to trace light lines over her labia, which were now dripping from her arousal. As he did so, the girl’s sighs deepened until she greeted the entry of Hunter’s fingers into her soaking pussy with a long guttural moan. Now Hunter pummeled Maria’s tight wet cunt with his two forefingers while maintaining pressure on her clit. As he continued, he brought his other hand to the girl’s asshole and began to draw tiny circles around it with his forefinger.

Maria’s moans were uncontrollable. She could feel her body tensing up as Hunter voraciously ate her pussy. Her juices were pouring now, dripping all over his hands and smearing across his face. She opened her eyes and caught his gaze as he increased the speed and pressure of his attack. She couldn’t bear it much longer and, bringing her hands back to her tits from the back of Hunter’s head, her body exploded in orgasm. She felt every muscle in her body contract uncontrollably, her back lifted from the leather seat of the car, and she pulled Hunter’s face from her pussy, kissing him deeply so as to taste her sweet juices on his lips. Their tongues intertwined, caressing one another in tight, warm circles, as Maria sucked the taste of herself from Hunter’s mouth.

Leaning forward, Hunter pushed Maria down, pressing his chest to hers. While she traced circles on his broad, bare back with her fingernails, Hunter took Maria’s hips into his hands, pressing his hard cock against her pubic bone. Maria raised her hips in response, wrapping her warm thighs around his waist. She lowered her hands down to Hunter’s ass, pulling his hips to hers. Responding to Maria’s shallow moans, Hunter took his throbbing hard cock into his hand, guiding it to Maria’s dripping wet pussy. She greeted him with her hips, raising them to meet his cock, as she dug her fingers into his ass, pulling him closer to her.

Hunter slid the tip of his cock into Maria’s soaking cunt, but didn’t press it in any further until Maria pulled him into her, groaning deeply. “Fuck me, Hunter, please fuck me,” Maria whispered into Hunter’s ear, before she began sucking on his earlobe.

Hunter pulled back, smiling mischievously, “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you, Maria.”

She stared at him wantonly, not sure whether or not he was mocking her. After several seconds, silent aside from the light sounds of Hunter’s slow, methodic thrusts into her sopping pussy, Maria said more and more loudly, over and over again, until she was practically screaming, “Fuck me, Hunter… Fuck me, please… FUCK ME, HUNTER, FUCK MY WET PUSSY. I want to FEEL you in me, pumping your cock into my body. Please FUCK ME, Hunter!!!”

Overcome by desire, Hunter grabbed Maria’s right leg, bringing it to his shoulder, as he looked down to his hips, watching himself fuck Maria’s young, wet pussy with his hard, throbbing cock. His slow, deep thrusts gradually increased in intensity, until he was slamming Maria’s small, slender body into the door of the car. He pumped his throbbing member into her pulsating wetness repeatedly, until, recognizing that he was on the verge of orgasm, he pulled his cock from her body.

He leaned forward, licking the glistening droplets of sweat from Maria’s neck before whispering in her ear, “Turn over, baby… Let me fuck you from behind.”

Immediately and without any hesitation, Maria pushed Hunter from her chest and rolled over, getting on her knees and wiggling her round ass in Hunter’s face. “Fuck me doggy-style, Hunter… Please baby, fuck me like you wanna… I want you to cum, baby.”

Looking down, Hunter could see Maria’s pussy dripping, quivering in anticipation of his thrusts. He bit his lip as he grabbed Maria’s left hip with his hand, gripping it for balance as he brought his pulsing, hard cock to the wet entrance of Maria’s cunt. She pressed her hips back toward him, groaning, “Hunter, baby, please fuck my cunt. I just want to feel you inside of me. Please, baby, PLEASE FUCK ME.”

In response, Hunter pressed his cock into Maria’s body, groaning as she took all of him in one thrust. “YES BABY, FUCK ME LIKE THAT!” Maria screamed, as Hunter’s cock stretched her pussy, filling all of her.

Grunting from exertion, Hunter pounded his cock into Maria’s pussy, over and over again. With each thrust, Maria’s hot, wet pussy squeezed the length of Hunter’s cock. After a minute or so of these powerful, body-shaking thrusts, Maria reached back behind her, grabbing Hunter’s ass with one hand and taking his balls in her other, squeezing them lightly. Hunter groaned and brought a finger to Maria’s asshole, tracing light circles around its tight wrinkles. When Maria groaned deeply, Hunter pressed down on her asshole, entering the hole with his strong finger. Instinctively, Maria pressed her hips back onto Hunter’s hand, encouraging him to proceed, thrusting his finger in and out of her puckering hole. Maintaining his finger-fucking, Hunter increased the speed of his thrusts into Maria’s pussy and brought his free hand around to rub the young girl’s clit while he fucked her. Meanwhile, Maria was toying with Hunter’s balls with one hand, and rubbing the forefinger of her other hand against his asshole.

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At this time of day, her brown eyes are already fixed at the clock by the cashier’s corner.

For Damaris, heading home has always been the best part of her work week and it was nearly 4pm before she gets off work. Being a sales attendee at a book shop is a good job, spending time with books has always been her idea of spending a day and even quite enjoyable to have it as a job. But for Damaris, getting home is extra special. Just thinking about it makes her knickers wet in anticipation.

Traffic was inevitable and she had to run most of the time to get ahead of the commuting crowd. It is unfortunately an everyday competition. She finally managed to get herself in a bus and took a seat at the back corner making herself comfortable by the side near the windows.

With her eyes staring in space, her lips began to curve in a smile with her left hand tracing the outline of that band around her neck. When her hand finally rested on the heart-shaped lock, her smile grew wider.

Memories of last night flooded her being making her cunt yearn and eager kozan escort for more of those painful and sweet episodes of last night.

Her reminiscing was ended by the sudden halt of the bus, taking it as a signal for her to get down, she quickly made her way towards the Marina. It was 5pm and the sun was already setting. The glow of the late afternoon sun framed the yacht “Silhouette” making the big yacht look like a beautiful painting from a distance.

When she got there, she climbed aboard, her skirt blowing up in the breeze and her cunt responding to the warm air. She slid through the hatch and down the companionway into the cabin. Someone was waiting for her inside.

Having put her backpack on the floor, Damaris stripped herself naked. It was rather quick. She was eager and her cunt was eager (seeing how wet her knickers has been when she took them off).

“Master?” I’m here! Damaris cannot contain her excitement any longer and her Master knows this. The lights were still turned off and the room darker now with a hint kumluca escort of only the sun’s remaining rays making their way through the windows and open hatches.

He was at his office table, with His back on her. Damaris silently walked her way towards her Master. His smile is irresistible. It makes Damaris’ heart beat quicker.

Damaris stood up beside Him with her legs slightly apart. Master’s hand quickly slipped between her legs to cup her cunt, feeling the wet softness of it, taking what was His. She let out a soft moan, closing her eyes to the experience. She needed more from Him.

This is what she looks forward to coming home every day: Her need for use.

Sensing this, her Master stopped and stood up. He was a tall 5’10” of a man towering over Damaris’ petite 5′ figure.

He looked down on her with a cunning smile on His lips.

“My perfect slut has a needy cunt,” He said.

“Yes Master, she does have a needy cunt” Damaris uttered smiling back.

She felt her hair yanked from the lara escort back forcing her to look up to Him. She saw desire in His eyes and He saw the need in hers as well.

Damaris likes that look from her Master. It means she is in for another night of rough use.

Yes, rough use is her need and her Master knows perfectly well how to meet it. Every night is different, every experience is unique.

Dinner has been prepared and waiting on the table: Roast lamb strap, roast pots, and peas served with red wine. The aroma was making her hungry but her hunger for use was more.

Her Master opened up a drawer for her leash. It was made of the same white gold as her collar, a “Y” shaped leash of box chain links. He hooked it through the “O” shaped band on her collar and anchored the ends of the leash to the rings in her pierced nipples.

“Dinner’s ready slut” her Master said, leading her by her leash towards the dinner table. Her Master then bound her hands behind her back with manacles. Standing up, He pushed Damaris slowly to bend towards the table and had her legs spread wide.

“I want to play with your dirty holes before dinner” her Master whispered in her ear.

Damaris smiled. It was going to be a short dinner and a long night for her and it will be fun, she closed her eyes and waited for her cunt to be impaled…

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Jenny let herself into the small boutique just off the high street. The good smell of furniture wax hit her as she walked through the first part of the old Tailors, the tiny bell ringing out her presence as it had for many years. As she waited for old Mr Thorpe the tailor she examined some lovely cloth from the metre rolls surrounding the cash desk, planning out her next handmade outfit down to the last detail. She had always had money, and there was something decadent about getting tailored clothes in this day and age.

A polite cough behind her made her turn around, but the tailor was nowhere to be seen. Instead there stood a much younger man, offering his help.

“What happened to Mr Thorpe?” she murmured, as she drank in the appearance of the stylish man before her.

“I’m his son, come down from my shop in London to give him a hand. He’s getting too old to deal with all the admin you know?” he smiled, “How can I help?”

She began to reel off the outfit she had planned in her head. It was a party dress, for her annual New Years Eve party. She wanted it in black material, coming to just below the knee with simple embroidery on the hem. She wanted something elegant and flattering because she knew there would be a lot of unattached men there and it been so long since she had had anyone else in her bed, she’d begun to think it would be empty forever. She saw his straight nose wrinkle a little with distaste as she described the dress to him and she faltered.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Oh nothing, it’s just that in a woman as striking as yourself, it seems a little plain. Would you like to take a look in the back and see some of the new fabric we have in? Dad wasn’t too adventurous when it came to ordering goods, but I’ve been splashing out”.

She blushed at the compliment from this handsome young man and agreed. They made their way through the small brown door she’d never been through in all the years she had visited the tailors shop. The place was a warren, with endless rooms veering off out of sight containing every kind of material. It was silent but for a radio playing quietly in some far off room.

“Name’s David” he extended a hand as he walked, stepping over rolls of unpacked cloth, “sorry about the mess, Dad’s unimpressed.”

“Jenny” she smiled back. He really was an interesting looking man, cool blue eyes, a lean face, mouth always on the verge of a smile, and when he smiled he was transformed, lighting up his eyes, with an infectious laugh she couldn’t help responding to, as he showed her around the shop, making her laugh and throwing compliments at her over his shoulder.

She liked the way he moved. His body seemed to stalk, making her think of some wild animal. She was aware of his eyes on her, had been on her ever since she walked in.

They admired some cloth and reached out to touch it at the same lefkoşa escort time, stroking it, fingers touching. Did his fingers linger on hers? Jenny felt a slight heat in her face as she recognised the look in his eyes, he made no pretense of hiding his admiration for her. Turning to face her, he reached and stroked her cheek softly, stroking his thumb slowly across her full lower lip, as he whispered “So soft…”. With that he turned away and loped off across the room, leaving her a little breathless.

“I have just the thing” he murmured, calling her over to a small room, where the silk was stored behind tissue to protect the expensive cloth. He set one of the rolls free; a soft chinese silk green, it glowed softly in the dim light. She touched the soft weightless material, jumping a little as she heard him speak quietly by her ear and realised how close he was.

“Why don’t you try some on? I know you’d look amazing.”

“What, now?”

“Why not?”

As he spoke he began to ease her coat off her shoulders, and Jenny dimly realised that she wasn’t stopping him. In fact her hands had moved to her blouse and she was slowly undoing the buttons, knowing he was still facing her back, beginning to feel more than a little aroused at this daring act. She began to slip it down and she heard his stifled breath as he turned round. Had he not believed she would do it?

She felt a little powerful as she moved to the side, just to the very outskirts of his vision, and began slowly to remove her skirt. She stood for a second in her underwear, considering her next move. She looked past the package of green fabric to a standing roll, tearing open the tissue covering it, she found the crimson silk beneath. It was beautiful.

At that moment she decided what she would do. Pulling one edge of the roll, she unwound a long bolt of the blood red, and pulled it across her. Behind this veil, she removed her underwear, then she wrapped the silk around her curves, knowing that every contour of her breasts and body were visible, her skin pale and creamy above the scarlet.

“What do you think?” she spoke, her voice low and husky.

He turned, his eyes raking over her, “God, you look so different!”

She was pleased he sounded so dazed. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from her body. Perfect. She decided to have some fun.

“Oh are you sure?” she pouted, pulling the silk in tighter, knowing her nipples were hard against the fabric, running her hands over her body, holding it aginst her, letting one smooth pale thigh come into view. As the slit got higher it went all the way up the side of her body, past her hip to just below her breasts, showing nothing but one creamy line of flesh, letting him know she was absolutely naked beneath the cloth. That was it. His cool was blown. He ran a hand through his hair and stuttered, lüleburgaz escort actually stuttered!

“So you’re like, naked under there?”

He sounded like an adolescent boy confronted with his first kiss. She smiled and decided to keep up the act for a little while.

“I hope you don’t mind, I just love feeling this against my skin, it’s so cool and I’m so hot…” With that, she took his hand and placed it on her belly, letting him feel the heat penetrating through the thin material.

He swallowed as she leant back against the rolls of silk with his hand still on her, slipping down slightly over her skin. It took guts but she placed her hand over his and slowly led him to the inevitable. The slow trip of his light fingers down was intensely erotic, his eyes met hers and their gazes locked.

He watched her face as he pushed down over her pussy through the silk. She opened a little for him and he slipped his fingers into the hot cleft within, coating her skin with damp silk.

He needed no more encouragement now, and his other hand slid up to cup the soft curves of her breasts, stroking and squeezing gently, pushing his hard body against hers, his fingers stroking her, he looked into her eyes for a few seconds, watching her gasp and shudder before covering her mouth with his own, feeding on her mouth, dragging ever deeper kisses from her swollen lips crushed against his.

He moaned softly as his roaming hands encountered velvet soft flesh above slippery silk, the heat of her body stirring his own. He was so hard.

As he stood back to pull off his shirt, she let the cloth slide slowly of its own accord from the slopes of her breasts, exposing the pale swell of them, their pink tips hard under his gaze. He struggled with his top and became impatient, she heard a tiny rip and smirked a little. Now this was power.

Soon he stood there in his boxers, his desire very evident. He kissed her again pressing it into her soft body, his arms surrounding her. Her hands moved around him and pulled down his underwear, feeling that amazingly sensual moment when his erection burned through the silk at her hips. Now there was only one last barrier between their bodies, grinding against each other in the heat of their lust for each other. Suddenly, he stopped and stepped back with a sexy glint in his eye, walking quickly to the back of the room. He came back with a huge pair of metal dressmakers scissors, gleaming in the light.

He stood before her, as she eyed them, unsure of his next move. Now he was in control. He touched her thigh softly, making her shiver, growing with desire for him. Then he held the material slightly away from her skin and began to cut with the sharp scissors into it. Slicing up and into it, leaving it in tatters hanging from her form. And as he snipped away, exposing magosa escort more and more of her creamy pale flesh, she felt the touch of the ice cold blades caress her skin, sending thrills racing through her body, she gasped out loud, wanting more yet not wanting this dangerous touch to stop.

He exposed her nipples again, brushing the sharp metal against one, before lowering his hot mouth to it and surrounding it entirely, licking softly, maddeningly, then sucking hard until she could feel herself becoming wet and tingling, ready for his touch. As he kissed and softly rubbed his lips across the other breast, his arms were around her and he was brushing the scissors very softly up and down her spine and around her hips, the sensation was incredible. She writhed beneath him, his lips moving up to her neck and lips.

As he began to tease and suck gently on her neck, she wanted to regain control. She knew just what to do. Her hands delved between them and she gathered up a handful of strips of silk, slowly wrapping them around his cock, smiling as his lips slowed on her throat. He breathed heavily, his hot breath almost driving her wild. She began to masturbate him slowly through the cloth, hearing his gasps.

Somewhere, a large pair of scissors dropped to the floor.

She gripped him loosely letting him feel the slippery soft texture of the cloth on his sensitive flesh. Soon it was almost too much. He moaned her name and she knew he couldn’t take much more.

She lost herself in the depth of his gaze, his eyes speaking volumes of his need for her, as if his body wasn’t enough. She let go, dropping to her knees, pulling off the silk and licking her lips.

As her soft wet lips surrounded his cock she felt him shake, letting his head fall back, loosely stroking her blonde locks, obviously wanting to guide her. Suddenly her hands came down hard on his, pushing her mouth as deep as she could go, and he almost came right there and then.

Sensing she liked it a little rougher than he was giving it, he pulled up by the shoulders, kissing her fiercely, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her arms. He turned her around and leant her against the rolls of cloth, spreading her legs apart slightly, touching her gently, fingers sliding between into her wetness, stroking her clit skillfully, almost making her legs buckle.

She felt his cock nudging against her pussy against his own fingers and she tilted her hips back to allow access. At the first touch of her silken wet interior he went wild, grabbing her hips and pushing into her hard. Within seconds she was in heaven. She felt her orgasm building, and as he pumped in and out of her fast, she couldn’t help her moans of delight.

With a few final thrusts she was shuddering, crying out and he was right behind her, ramming it into her velvet depths as he reached climax and the world faded away….

As they lay on the floor in a soft veil of scarlet, kissing softly, Jenny had never felt so sexy, and snuggled up next to this wonderful man, she decided red silk was the only option for her New Years Eve party dress, and now she had the perfect date too. It was going to be a good year.

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*** A personal note to whoever enjoys these stories. First of all, thank you. I recently re-read everything after a long hiatus and honestly think they’re terrible. I hate them. I’ve decided to make this a lot more like a diary and I like this new style as I am articulating my feelings and fears as a submissive, and human. I think I just ignored all that stuff before and only wanted to think about the fucking. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy.***

*****

He pokes at my breast. No, that’s not entirely accurate. He pokes at my nipple. Pinching crudely, “What you doing babe?” I put my hand over his and press his entire hand into my breast, squeezing, massaging, thinking please take the hint as I moved my hand away and allowed him to take over.

Back to the crude pinching that always feels so… demeaning. I push his hand away and instantly he’s back at it. I swat him away this time and cross my arms. Covering every inch of these pathetically tiny tits that I can.

“Why don’t you ever let me touch you? You never have. Who are you saving it for?” He demands.

Because your touch is demeaning?! Because you’ve never failed to remind me of just how unsatisfying you find my body and when you touch me like that I want to scream in revulsion, I think.

What I say is “I don’t know, I just don’t like it. You’d think that if for the last 15 years I’ve been pushing you away you’d take the hint and stop trying.”

“You’re MY wife,” he emphasizes the word ‘my’ and it’s like a punch to the gut. “I want to touch you.”

Because what he wants is more important than how I want to be touched. I cross my arms more tightly across my chest and stare straight ahead.

About thirty seconds pass and he starts adjusting his boner in his sweatpants, “look babe.”

Fucking Christ! Exasperated and not wanting to fight I relent, “go close the door.”

Eagerly he does. He gets back in bed and tries to touch my nipples again. I swat him away and tell him to take off his pants. I crawl between his legs and position myself in the “reverse cowgirl” position. I spit on my hand use it to lubricate myself before inserting him. I think of every other man that’s been between my thighs in the last 10 years and wish for any one of them at this moment. I start to rub my clit as I fantasize about the last one. Mr. Big Dick, I remember the surprise I felt the first time I was on top, how he reached depths inside me I didn’t know existed. I can almost feel him now. I start thrusting myself a bit more enthusiastically onto my husband’s dick. I rub my clit and close my eyes and travel in space and time to any place but here. I’m in any other man’s bed. I feel my arousal building, I might just be able to enjoy this, I think as I let out a soft moan. I feel his hands grip my hips and squeeze. I hear him grunt his release a mere 3 minutes after we started.

No orgasm for me, but at least it was quick, I think as I grab one of the unmatched socks I keep next to the bed for this purpose and stuff it between my legs to catch the mess.

I pull my pants back on and go back to my nightly routine, keeping the sock in place until I wake the next morning. When I shower I clean extra vigorously, slipping soapy fingers inside myself trying to cleanse the memory of the last night’s events.

My husband’s an asshole, he’ll tell you that himself. He tells me that every time I complain about it. He’ll say “I told you that when I met you, babe.” Like it’s an excuse.

“I know, but you’re supposed to be an asshole to everyone but me,” I reply.

He laughs.

I think he’s just selfish. So consumed with his own needs that he doesn’t realize the hurt that he inflicts. Things could be worse, they have been worse. So, I think of the children, and I stay. Hoping it’s the right decision. Hoping that routine and stability and the good times will make it all right.

It’s been 3 years since I cheated on him. Mr. Big Dick. He was a real mind fuck, so when he ghosted me after a year of weekly, semi-routine, hookups I had one quick rebound and then stopped for a while. Life gets busy. I fell into the routine. I don’t go around chasing dick.

At work I was promoted to a very different position than the one I was in previously. One with a lot more responsibility and requiring a knowledge of a completely different set of regulations than what I was currently working with. So, I dove into my work and lost the itch for a while. With the responsibility came perks and freedom. I was given a company car, computer, cell phone, and the freedom to decide my schedule on a daily basis.

I’ve been doing this job long enough that’s it’s become routine. I am finding myself getting frustrated with… everything. My husband tries less frequently to please me, or really just to be an active participant in our lives. I feel like I am his mother. Caretaker. It’s exhausting.

I’m bored.

My job involves, among other things, visiting businesses that are licensed by our agency and ensuring they are in compliance with our regulations. Türk porno It’s at one of these businesses where my next adventure begins.

My assigned vehicle is in for repairs so my supervisor picks me up and I ride with him for the day. One of the businesses we stop in has just brought on some new help, so they invite the guy to sit in on our review so he can learn. I’m a bitch. I start off hard so they can appreciate it when I’m soft and give them a break when I find their mistakes. The new guy starts asking thoughtful questions so I decide to help him out. I email him some documents that will make his job a bit easier.

I’m lost in thought when he says to me, flirtatiously, “I have a feeling we’ll be seeing you around again.” This surprises me. I look at him, appraising him, and he smiles. He’s… attractive. I didn’t really notice at first. We usually only audit businesses once a year, unless there’s a problem. I return the smile and say “Maybe I’ll stop in and see how you’re doing in a few months.”

We finish up our review and I promise to email one last document. About an hour later, when I find the document he needs, I email it to him. He immediately replies “Thank you so much for all your help. You’re an angel. Here’s my number, you can call or text me anytime day or night.” I feel my face and body flush at this compliment. Is he flirting with me?

I spend the weekend fantasizing about this flirtation. I am sitting in my car, waiting for my next assignment, when my mind starts to wander. My hands begin to travel my body as I wonder what it would be like to be with another man again. How will he touch me? What does he taste like? What does he smell like? I reach my hands into my pants to gauge my arousal and find myself soaked. I let my fingers play in the sloppy wetness of it and before I realize exactly what I’m doing I am rubbing myself to climax. Fingers furiously circling my clit I finish quite uneventfully. I am myself overcome with exhaustion and convince myself that he was just being polite. I’ve read too much into his comments and should forget all about it.

On Monday I feel a renewed sense of boldness. I think of one more thing I could email him without seeming like a desperate creep, so I do. Then I text him to let him know I sent him one more thing that I forgot to mention and to let me know if he has any questions.

“Thanks, you’re a sweetheart.” He replies instantly.

“Nah, I’m just killing time,” I say.

“Well, what else could you do to waste time?” This is the moment I realize that I was correct. This dude wants to fuck me and I want to let him.

“Hmmm, I wouldn’t call this a waste of time.”

“Oh no, why not?”

“I have a feeling this is going to be a productive conversation. Do you have any ideas?”

“Well, you could come show me what you want,” he says.

I’m on fire. We continue the flirtation, which leads to an in depth conversation about everything sexual. We make vague plans to meet on Wednesday.

When I wake up Tuesday I feel a desperate sense of urgency. I shave everything except for a neatly trimmed patch of hair on my mound. I text him as soon as I leave the house and tell him I need to see him today. We agree on a time and he texts me his address.

The house is cold but when he kisses me I no longer notice. He tastes like cigarettes. The sex is rushed and terrible. His penis is unimpressive, and I try not to hold that against him. I don’t need a large penis to feel satisfied, it’s just that a small one makes me self-conscious. I wonder the whole time if my vagina feels like a gaping cavern to him. He rolls me on my side and spreads my ass cheeks, “can I go in the back?” Why the fuck didn’t he mention anal during any of our conversation? I would have prepped. I tell him no. He pauses, then asks again. “No, what the fuck?” I reply. “OK, ok, ok,” he says. Then thrusts into my gaping cavern of a vagina for about 60 seconds until he cums.

“I came,” he says apologetically. “Sorry if it was too fast.”

“It’s fine. You’re fine,” I assure him while he runs to the bathroom to discard the condom.

I quickly dress while he’s gone then run into the bathroom as he exits. I wash my face, with water, why is there no soap in here? I wonder to myself. When I exit the bathroom I say “I’m leaving. Thank you for the sex,” as warmly as I can. I smile. My head is reeling. What the fuck am I doing? I’m getting too old for this.

I stop at the nearest convenience store and buy a pack of cigarettes. I haven’t smoked in years.

The next two weeks pass quickly. I text him a few times but we don’t make plans to hook up again. I feel like he set me on fire and just walked away. Desire is oozing out of every pore of my being.

I drunk text Mr. Big Dick’s number one night. I don’t identify myself but I just say I’m looking for an old friend, is this Mr. Big Dick’s number. I don’t get a reply. Either he’s got a new number or just isn’t looking to catch up with old friends.

New Türkçe alt yazılı porno Year’s Eve I start thinking about a guy I hooked up with forever ago. I was a dick to him, and stood him up a million times. I don’t really remember why, and I don’t really think about it too long before I google him and send him a message through his website. “Noah, I was thinking about our old sessions and feeling nostalgic so I thought I’d get in touch. Oh yeah, I’m a bit more reliable now.” I leave my old slutty email address and my work cell number. I don’t expect to hear back.

When I turn on my phone on January 2 I am elated to see a text waiting for me.

“Hey, it’s Noah.” My heart stops for just a moment. I am reluctant to reply right away because I remember that he, too, is married. I don’t want to intrude at an inconvenient time, and it is still early.

I get my first stop of the day finished and have some time before going to my second. I check my email before texting Noah and find a short message. “Hey Lana, Good to hear from you. Text me” and his number.

I reply to his text “Hey!” I’m so excited but I don’t know what to say. Hopefully the exclamation point conveys my excitement. I’ve always been awkward. He’s never minded before.

“Hey. How are you? Send me a pic, it’s been forever.”

I’ve lost weight since we spoke last. I’m still… thick. My thighs still touch. My ass if fucking fat. And kind of saggy now. I take the selfie, gleefully aware of the camera angle. I don’t feel the need to hold the camera high to make my face look thinner. I hold it at a lower angle and admire my collar bones. I send it with the note “This is the best I can do, I woke up sick today.”

“Oh no, sorry to hear that. What you been up to?”

“Nothing much, staying on the straight and narrow.”

“Do you need a master?”

Well, he just gets right to the point. I raise my hand to my mouth and all of the memories come flooding back to me. I burn with desire as I remember the way he used me. “I forgot we played those games,” I replied. If I had to speak the words they’d have come out in a breathless whisper.

“Tell me what you’ve been up to? Your life, work, sex? What are you into now?”

“Still married to an asshole, work is good, and sex has been boring. It’s been a few years since I’ve hooked up with anyone. Nobody like you in even longer.”

“That’s terrible.”

“I want to see youuuuuu.”

“See you. Yes, I will. We’ll have to set something up soon.”

We discuss logistics and realize that lunchtime will work well for both of us, with some planning. He said we’d have to see when I was feeling better.

The week passes quickly. He’s attentive, and always horny. He asks for a pic every day. He asks if my slutty cunt is wet and the only acceptable answer is to send him a picture showing him that it is indeed very wet for him. He tells me I’ll stop shaving my cunt hair to please him. He tells me I’m going to record short videos for him telling him what a horny slut I am and what filthy things I want him to do to me. This terrifies me. I am terrified to say the words.

It’s Monday again before I realize it and I eagerly wait for his first text, which usually comes between 9:30 and 10:00. He asks for his daily pics. He tells me I need to record a video for him. I am parked about ten minutes away from his office on my lunch break. He says ideally I’d send the movie by 1:15 so that he can drain his balls for me. I try, and fail. It’s so sunny out today. The humiliation burns in the brightness of the day. I get so mad at him. He sends me a dick pic. He has a beautiful cock. Any other time I’d be elated. Today I’m just so mad. He says to send a pic of my wet cunt. I’m indignant in my frustration. I am right around the corner from his house, we could be fucking right now, but he wants to play camera games. I say “I need… a minute. I’ll email you.”

It begins to snow and I get the call that they’ve closed operations early. I need to head home before the roads get bad. As I pull down my street he texts me. I reply “I told you I’d email you. I’m home,” and he sends three quick texts after that. I am furious. I reply to him “DO NOT TEXT ME AGAIN UNTIL I EMAIL YOU.”

I need some time to process. What the fuck am I doing? Why would he send more texts after I told him I’m home? I decide I need to lay some ground rules. I write an email and decide I should wait 24 hours to send it. It will show him who is in control. I wonder if I’ll still want to fuck him if he lets me treat him like this.

I decide in the morning that I should send the email on my lunch break.

He texts me around 11:00 “I didn’t hear”

At about 11:30 I reply, “I am incredibly disappointed that you could not honor one simple request.” I feel empowered. Also a little sad. I feel like I”m taking control of this situation in a way that is unfamiliar to me.

11:45 he replies, “Goodbye.”

I just arrived at the grocery porno store and was about to head in for some lunchtime sushi. I finish my email, revising it when I come to the realization that I was angry with myself and I felt like I was disappointing him. All of my anger was misdirected. And honestly, when I texted I needed a minute he, like a reasonable human, probably thought I’d send him something. In a minute. Something like the pic I promised. I change the tone a lot, to be less demanding and self-righteous and send it. I am slightly panicked thinking that I finally pushed him too far. I text him “I just emailed you *winking emoji*”

“Why didn’t you just say that?” he texts.

“Idk. I get overwhelmed. I feel things before I can put it into words so I just have to step back and process sometimes.”

“Where are you?”

“The grocery store.”

“Which one?”

“The one around the corner from your place. I have a 2pm appointment.”

“Come to me my toy.”

“You’ll make me late.” I’m panicking. I didn’t wash my hair today. I even forgot to use dry shampoo. It’s warmer than I expected it to be and my feet are sweaty in my shearling clogs. Yes, clogs. The unsexist of all the shoes. But very comfortable. One might even say sensible.

“No I won’t. Get here at 1:00, you’ll be gone by 1:30 before my assistant returns from her lunch break at 1:45. That’s plenty of time.”

I finish up my shopping and rush out to the car. I smell my armpits, and my sweaty feet. At least I don’t stink, that much. I put on some scented hand lotion and rub it on my body. I’m grateful that I’m not wearing stained underwear. I remember how he liked to smell them. I want to make up an excuse to not meet today. I want to wait until I can be prepared. I fear if I say no now I’ll miss my chance. If I say no now maybe I’ll never go. I’ll just keep making up excuses like I did before. I don’t really understand my reluctance. I decide I want this, I need to stop fighting it.

“Well?”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to get out of this store,” I lie.

“You coming?”

I double check the travel distances on my GPS. Not like it really matters. I am in control at work. People wait for me. They bend over backwards to be accommodating. “Yes.”

The drive over is terrifying. I’m afraid he’s not how I remembered. I’m afraid he’s gotten a pot belly. He has a shaved head, I assume because he’s balding, and I picture him pot-bellied with a half a head of hair. Just a horny pathetic middle aged married guy who is still fucking sluts because he feels like he’s entitled to whatever the fuck he wants. My stomach turns. I reach into my pants to feel my cunt and find it is soaked. It’s going to be ok, I tell myself.

When I get to his place it’s different than I remembered. Less intimidating. He’s finished his garage and turned it into a proper studio. He sees me looking around and says “It’s nice, right?” It really is, and I tell him so. I look at him and he’s beautiful. Not exactly the type I’d go for usually. But attractive, and exactly as he was nearly ten years ago when I saw him last. As he approaches me he pushes my coat back, gesturing for me to take it off, which I do. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me. I press me face into his neck and inhale. He’s hard, strong. I feel safe.

He tells me to pull my t-shirt up and show him my tits. I immediately do. He roughly grasps my left breast and squeezes it before taking my nipple into his mouth and biting. I bring my hands to my face and try to hide from this terrifying mix of pleasure and pain. He reaches behind me, into my pants, and shoves his fingers inside my cunt “yes, that’s my sloppy went cunt.” I moan, reveling in his ownership of me. “Take off your pants,” he demands. I do. I wonder if I should take off my panties too, but he only said pants, so I leave them on.

He grabs my hair and pushes me down to my knees “suck your master’s cock” he demands. His fly is open but his pants are up. I pull them down and am pleasantly surprised. He has a beautiful cock. It’s not the cartoonish coke can cock I wrote of before, but realistically impressive. He used to tease me when I told him that I’d never had anyone bigger. I have now, but I am more than pleased at what I’m about to receive. I am surprised to see a cock ring. I wonder if I don’t excite him enough and he thought he’d need assistance staying hard. I don’t care. I shake off the insecurity and tell myself that I’m here because he wants me here. And I want to be here. I take him in my mouth eagerly and get to work. Almost immediately he begins skull fucking me. I place both hands at the base of his cock and he tells me to rub his balls. He’s trimmed his hair there, and tells me I’m doing good as I try to keep up. “You love that don’t you, you little slut?” I try to answer but can’t. I can barely think through this assault on my throat. “Mmmm hmmm,” I moan around his cock.

“Yes, that’s right, you love this thick cock.” He’s not lying.

He continues his assault for a while before telling me take off my panties. “Give them to me, let me see how wet you are for your master,” he demands. I scramble to obey. “Get on your hands and knees.” It’s only a moment before he’s inside me. Plowing through me. I’m screaming in pleasure. “That’s it, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back.

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We finally meet. We aren’t as awkward as I feared. The friendly hugs and kisses, hinting at more than mere friendship. We spend the evening talking about our lives sharing stories. Eventually we decide to order in. Since we want to be alone together. Our smiles the way we hold hands. The fact that we are happy tells everyone we are together. The food arrives and we eat suddenly very silent as the bedroom looms larger in our thoughts. I say that we could go to bedroom and fuck like bunnies and while that would be fantastic. I think we both are looking for something more than bunnies. I say that I just want to get to know your body and how it reacts. If you are ticklish. What your cock looks like when hard. What your face does when you are close to cumming. How your cock feels right before it comes. You are silent and very aroused.

“How melikgazi escort are you expecting to accomplish such things?” you ask.

I reply, “Tonight I’m going to do it with my fingers.” I move over to you and we spend forever hugging kissing and petting.

I smile and say, “I feel like I’m a teenager.” Kissing you before you can reply that you still are a teen. You manage to undo my bra under my shirt and I slip out of it then say that I won’t tempt myself from my mission and that being topless would definitely distract. Your impish pout is sweet but I’m determined and I kiss you again taking time to remove your clothes as we wander to bedroom. You lay exposed on bed and I ask you to roll over.

You comply and are in heaven as I massage baby oil into your legs working up them menemen escort to your behind and sitting over you as I rub oil into your back neck and shoulders. You feel really relaxed, and I ask you to roll over. You do somewhat shyly and I once again working from your feet massaging oil into your skin. I skip over your crotch and do your chest enjoying feel of your body, playing with your nipples. My eyes on your face watching you blush occasionally. I reach your face and slowly deeply kiss you enjoying the sweet response of your lips and tongue.

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Stroking softer and softer as you come back down to normal. Glancing deep into your eyes seeing your face tell all. I gather some Kleenex to clean up and kiss you as I do feeling the warmth of your climax spread through me. Once you’re clean I suck one finger licking the smears of cum upon it. I make no comment on taste before I curl up next to your warm naked body and cuddle feeling very safe and happy with you.

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The assignment had a broader scope than her previous ones. She was to write every fantasy she could think of for Him, and particularly focus on those which could be enacted. She had one week, from the time He gave the assignment, and her initial excitement and happiness at his interest in her private thoughts had begun to give way to a realization of the effort involved in such an undertaking.

She had written for herself since childhood, and briefly entertained thoughts of being “a writer” in her late adolescence, but now, more than 20 years later, she had doubts about her ability to recreate the world in words. She still kept a journal sporadically, and had begun writing erotic stories a few months prior to being given her current assignment.

Her lover, the catalyst for her return to prose, enjoyed reading her stories, but He was a main character in them. How could He not be flattered and positively disposed toward such tributes? With His permission, she posted them on a couple of websites that specialized in erotica. Her close friends made encouraging comments, but of course they would. They were her friends and would not wish to hurt her feelings, even if they thought her work was in the mediocre range of that produced by other amateur aspiring pornographers.

Whatever doubts she entertained were pushed to the back of her mind as she sat in front of the keyboard now. She had promised to complete His assignment in the time given, and she had five days left. She would have to work diligently today, Easter Sunday, and after work each day until Friday to do her best for Him. She would not consider doing any less for her Dominate lover and erotic muse.

Many years ago, she read My Secret Garden, the famous compilation of women’s sexual fantasies, and was struck by the elements of her own “secret garden” she found in the scenarios presented. There was some of everything, soft-focus romance, wanton lust, seduction, group sex, power exchange, and all orientations; het, bi and lesbian. Now it was time for her to present her own garden to her lover.

* * * * * *

I.

Her years of great sex were over in her early thirties, she had believed. Her once-happy marriage had ended in anger, frustration, bankruptcy and divorce. She had been contentedly monogamous with her husband for the entire decade they spent together. Her fantasy life continued during that time, but was populated by fictional characters only. To have thought “that way” of anyone she actually knew would have felt disloyal and wrong to her. Not that her husband would have cared who inspired her, so long as the desires were fulfilled in their bed, but she could not get past her feelings of guilt about “mental infidelity”.

Things were entirely different in her life now, and she was amazed to find that, in spite of having lost much of her youthful beauty, she had gained a degree of confidence and sexual sophistication that made her more appealing to the type of 40-something men she had desired in her teens and twenties. And then she found the world of real life power exchange enthusiasts through the Internet, and knew she would never return to the vanilla world she had once thought was so great.

Her current lover, Talon, was her favorite Dominant thus far in her journey into the thrilling experience of sexual submission. Sometimes, a casual touch on her arm from him felt like an electrical jolt which went straight to her pussy, and she would feel herself growing damp immediately. He enjoyed toying with her lust in public, whispering sexy things in her ear at dinner parties, surreptitiously pinching a nipple or allowing her to feel the beginning of his erection as he pressed against her in a crowd.

One thing she had discovered very early on with Talon was that, even without any physical contact, the sound of His voice triggered an intense sexual response in her. The first time he Dominated her sexually, she stayed on the edge of orgasm until he gave her permission to fall over, in the form of a command. Ever since, with only his words, he could move her at light speed toward the ecstatic release she craved. He had mentioned to her in an email that he had sent her a package the previous day, so she was not surprised to find a small, rectangular box awaiting her after work. When she removed the brown paper wrapping, she found a cassette tape in a translucent gray acrylic box. The label had been printed on his computer, in “papyrus”, the font he often used when they would chat at night. She smiled as she read the label through the smoked plastic, “listen while Alone” She was glad that her job both began and ended early, so her son was not yet home from school. She couldn’t wait to see what Talon wished her to hear.

She stripped off her conservative white cotton sweater while going into the dresser drawer for her walkman and headphones. She laid the machine and its accessory on the bathroom counter as she kicked off the black leather mules and Sikiş dropped the long black skirt to the floor, where it was soon followed by her pantyhose. A shower could wait, she thought, as she inserted the tape into the walkman, put on the headphones and pressed “play”.

In her underwear only, she returned to the dresser to put on a pair of loose knit pants and a sweatshirt. The faint hiss during the silent part at the tape’s beginning was replaced by her lover’s voice. She jumped slightly when she heard “Hello, slutkitty. I am going to give you some instructions, and you are to do as I say, right now. If you are not alone, turn off the tape and return to it when you are alone.” There was a brief pause, and then the familiar voice returned.

“Good, now we can begin, and know, My kitten, that as I recorded this for you I was imagining you now, hearing my words. You are fulfilling my fantasy at this moment, and you will continue to do that until I instruct you to stop.” She felt the familiar rush of excited anticipation, wondering what He would require of her.

“You will now touch your breasts, through your clothes. When the nipples begin to harden, you will reach under your clothes, and pinch them, making them harder and larger and more sensitive for me.” She complied, imagining His hands had replaced her own as they moved under her sweatshirt and then inside her bra. “Yes, that is very nice, dear. You have lovely nipples that I greatly enjoy sucking and biting, and I know they are ready for my attention right now, aren’t they?”

“Yes, Sir”, she whispered, closing her eyes and sitting down on the side of her bed.

“Now, I want you to release your breasts for the moment, and make yourself comfortable in a chair, or you may lie down, if you wish” he continued. She swung her legs onto the bed and pulled an extra pillow under her head. “I know you are wet for me now, kitten. I want you to think about my hands on you, exploring your body in any way I desire.”

She sighed, remembering times he had done just that with her bound, or when she was held in place by just His instruction not to move. He could play S & M at a level that pushed a novice like herself, but he was also much more the sensualist than the sadist. Every strike was balanced by more than one caress, and the pain and pleasure enhanced each other until she was gloriously unable to distinguish one from the other.

“Now, move your legs apart slowly. I want you to slide your hands down your body. Feel how warm you are right now. Cup both your hands around your pussy and hold it for a moment. Feel the way you feel to me.” She was warm, as he had known she would be. The gentle pressure of her palms curving over the mound made her tingle with desire. She felt her heat and the springy softness of flesh under her hands.

“Take off your clothes now, and caress yourself all over for me. Start with your face, then your neck, your chest…that’s right, dear, keep moving down your body until you reach that beautifully wet pussy.” She arose from the bed long enough to quickly remove her clothing, then returned to her previous position, pulling only a sheet over her naked body.

“Play with your clit now, kitten. Make it swell for me. I love to feel you so wet and swollen and ready for me”

“Yes, Sir”, she whispered, slipping into the fantasy of his presence. Her clitoris was aching to be touched and she shivered when her finger made initial contact. She stroked the very tip with the pad of her index finger, and moaned her lover’s name.

“Yes, that is good. Start slow and build it up. Excite yourself for me. I will tell you when you have permission to orgasm.” His taking charge of her pleasure was one of their favorite games. She loved being taken to the edge and kept there, not allowed to either back away or fall into the release her body so craved. She slid a finger down between her inner lips, to the opening. With both hands, she pulled the lips apart and felt the cooling air on her vagina. “When you are ready, I want you to slide 2 fingers into your pussy, fast. I want you to think about my hard cock inside you.”

There was a brief silent period on the tape, then his voice returned, both coaxing and commanding, “Do it, do it right now! Take that wet cunt for me, slut!” She felt herself lubricating even more just before she pushed both fingers into her pussy. The burst of excitement that entry produced make her gasp and her pelvis tilted up to swallow the digits to a greater depth.

“Please, Sir, please”, she breathed, her fingers thrusting like his cock now while her other hand moved over her erect nipples and her clit, stroking and pinching in time with the thrusts.

As if hearing her, he replied “Now! Come for me!” Her body immediately responded with wave after wave of overwhelming sensation. “Feel it all for me, kitten, all over your sexy body, from your toes all the way up and up and Tecavüz porno through your pussy and through your clit and all the way to the top of your head. That is right. You know how to take the pleasure I give you, kitten. Take it all…”

After her tremors had died down, she realized that she still had the headphones on, and smiled. Just as she reached for the walkman’s “off” switch, his voice, returned, barely above a whisper through the wires, “You will sleep soon, kitten, and soon, you will sleep in my arms again.” She waited a short time, heard no more, and turned off the tape. She pulled up the blanket, rolled onto her side and fell into a blissfully peaceful sleep.

* * * * * *

II.

She dreamed of her lover. They were in the public dungeon where they sometimes played. Only a few other couples and singles were in the room, and no one was scening as yet. She recognized a few of the people, but most were not known to her waking mind.

He said “There is something I need to do with my kitten now.” She looked up at him with a question in her eyes. “Go to the last room on the right and wait for me. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” was his only clarification before he kissed her forehead lightly and walked toward the social area, the opposite direction from the room where he was sending her.

She followed his direction and entered the room off the far right corner of the main dungeon space. It was her favorite, decorated in a Goth/medieval style she thought of as quintessentially BDSM. The St. Andrew’s cross in the center of the room had been stained a deep brown and a wrought-iron light fixture hung a few feet above it. To her right, the black stocks stood, waiting for wrists and a neck to fill their openings. On the wall to her left, there was a large wooden frame across which a loosely-woven rope grid was hung. The hexagonal cage stood near the back wall, it’s black metal bars looking like they had been salvaged from an Old West jailhouse.

She wondered what he had in mind for her. They both enjoyed playing in this room, and she had taken her first caning from him on the cross in here. She smiled at the memory, wondering if he would wish to repeat that scene tonight. They had not yet used any of the other furniture in the room, though she had thought it might be fun to be a bad colonial girl in the stocks sometime. Perhaps he would be her Puritan minister and act on the Biblical exhortation not to “spare the rod”. She was giggling at the silly thought when he entered the room, toy bag in hand.

“Yes, dear? Something amused you?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. I was imagining myself as a bad Pilgrim girl being corrected by Parson John.” she replied, grinning mischievously.

He smiled broadly and said “it might take more than one preacher to redeem you, my slut kitten. But it would be fun to try.” He set his bag on the bench just inside the door and motioned for her to come to his side. He opened the bag and removed the top layer of spanking devices, a broad, flat hairbrush, strips of leather and suede of various widths, wooden paddles. She watched and waited and wondered what would follow.

“Take off your dress now” he instructed and she complied, folding the purple velvet and laying it on the bench by his bag. ” I am going to blindfold you now, and finish undressing you” he said. She closed her eyes as he lowered the blindfold, and felt the soft fur lining against her eyelids.

Her arms were at her sides, and he took her hands, lifting them to his shoulders and then holding her partially-nude body against him for a moment. His hands traveled to the back of her bra, unhooked it, and then he took a step away from her to slide the straps down her arms and remove the bra.

She had done as he required, forgoing her usual underwear and pantyhose to wear a black thong and matching thigh-high stockings. The bra discarded, he now ran his palms from her shoulders down to the rounded curves of her ass. She shivered, more from the tactile pleasure of his touch on her bare skin than the slightly cool temperature in the room.

“Very nice, dear. Now, I am going to lead you across the room. Just hold onto my arm.” he said, placing her hand on his forearm and taking a step forward. She followed, anxious to learn what was to transpire tonight. After a few steps, he stopped, and removed her hand from his arm. He placed it against one of the horizontal bars of the cage. “I am going to lock you in here for a time, kitten. I want you to feel your submission and the pride I take in dominating you. I will never be far away, though you may think you are alone. Can you do this for me?”

A chill of both excitement and fear went through her at the thought of being left alone, confined and without the reassurance of sight. She was torn between her desire to please him and her deep-seated fear of abandonment. “You won’t leave me for very long, will you?” Travesti porno she asked in an uncharacteristically small voice.

“No, kitten, I will always be near. I want you to trust me now. Nothing bad will happen.” She heard the door of the cage open with a faint squeak and knew that, whatever her reluctance, she would do as he asked of her. He took her hand, moved her a step to the left. “Now, take a little step up, dear”, he continued, guiding her into the cage. She felt the cool metal floor on the soles of her feet through the nylon stockings. “Turn around”, he said, releasing her hand. As she turned, she heard the door close and latch.

“I want you to hold onto the bars in front of you. Think about what I have done. I have placed you here for the pleasure I get from displaying my slut for everyone to see. Unless you use your safe word, you will stay here for as long as I choose. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.” she whispered, her hands wrapped tightly around the bars in front of her.

“Good. Just stay calm, and I will return in a moment” he said, and she heard his footsteps as he left the room. She tried not to think of his absence, and concentrated on keeping her breathing deep and even, in spite of her racing pulse. More than once, they had talked about doing this sometime, but she had not thought about it recently and was not expecting it tonight. She listened to the faint sounds of floggers striking skin in the main space, and thought she heard whispers from the direction of the doorway. She was grateful not to be able to see those who might be looking in at John’s caged kitten.

“Yes, come in”, she heard him say, and heard a man’s voice she did not recognize reply, accepting his invitation. “I am quite pleased by my slut’s obedience and responsiveness”, he went on. “Watch.” He was next to the cage now, by the sound of his voice and she waited for whatever instruction he might wish to give her. Instead, he reached through the bars and caressed her bare breasts, gently pinching the nipples as they grew hard.

“Very nice”, she heard the other man comment.

“Feel free to pet my kitty cat, if you wish”, her lover replied, and she felt another pair of hands moving up her left thigh, then circling her ass. “Please go on. I will be right back.” he said. She wanted to call out to him not to go, but she bit her lip and remembered his promise not to leave her for long. The unknown man’s hands had been moved to her right thigh now, one on the front and one on the back, moving in slow circles from knee to hip.

True to his word, her Sir returned only a few minutes later, and again made his generous offer to someone else. This time, she felt the dull edge of long fingernails and knew it must be a woman who was touching her. “What a fortunate girl, Sir” a female voice said while using her nails to flick kitten’s hard nipples.

“Oh, yes, she is tonight, isn’t she?” her lover replied with a slight chuckle in his voice. “Lisa, my slut, are you enjoying this?” he asked. She was surprised to be called by name and spoken to directly, but found her voice after a second’s hesitation, and replied. “Yes, I am, very much, thank You, Sir”.

As the dream went on, more hands found their way through the bars and against her skin. She felt her mind drift into a place beyond linear, rational thought. She became a sensual receptor, taking in every tactile sensation, hearing even the slightest sound of breathing or movement beyond the bars. He told her not to think of anything but how much pleasure she was giving him and those he allowed to touch her.

“Now, when I tell you to, you will come, hard, just like you do when we are alone.”, he said to her in a low voice. The hands which had been exploring her body seemed to fade away, and she heard the latch of the cage door opening. Her lover’s familiar touch replaced that of the unseen men and woman, as he removed her tightly curled fingers from the bars of the door before opening it. “Step down”, he said, guiding her through the door.

Her feet were on the carpet again as he wrapped his strong arms around her and leaned down to whisper into her ear “Come for me, now!” Dream and reality merged as her body obeyed his command.

When she awoke, she was calling his name and riding the aftershocks of the orgasm. She wondered how she would be able to wait another day to see him, and then smiled after seeing the walkman lying on the pillow next to her. “Perhaps the time will go quickly after all” she thought.

* * * * * *

III.

Her journey into BDSM really began when she was a child, and found “certain” things strangely powerful in their appeal to her. The escape artists on The Ed Sullivan show kept her transfixed as they were bound beyond all hope of escape and yet still managed to free themselves.

Sometimes she would look at, and later, read, from the World Book encyclopedias that had the honor of their own shelf in the living room. Often, she picked a volume randomly and let chance determine what she would learn from the pages. On one such exploratory day, she chose the “A” and began flipping through the last half of it for something interesting. She saw it near the end, with a long illustrated article about The Aztecs.

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After I finished showering, I got dressed and came out of the bathroom. Greg and Paul were sitting on the couch drinking a beer. I smiled, and sat down on the chair.

We were talking, when the bedroom door opens. I almost forgot Bev and Tom were in there.

Bev walks out, straightening herself up. She looks at me and says we better get going. Paul gets up and gets our coats for us. We say our good byes and we go to her car.

As we drive into town she tells me what happened with her and Tom. “Never have I been fucked so good lady!” “Do tell Bev,” I say. As I know she is anxious to tell me.

“Well, while you were busy with Greg and Paul, Tom and I slipped into the bedroom, right. He was so shy, I thought I was gonna have to do all the work.

But all of a sudden he man went mad with passion. He came over to me. Looked me in the eye, and Tam, the man was so crazed. He tore my shirt off of me literally. Ripped merzifon escort it right over my head. Not that I minded, cause it turned me on.

His hand reached around and undid my bra. He threw it across the room. He grabbed my breasts and just when I thought he was gonna just rip my pants off and fuck the hell out of me, he slows down.

He pushed me onto the bed and we kiss passionately, his hand returning to my breast. Pinching the nipple, making it hard. He moves down, and starts sucking hard on them. Making me want him more. Then he stops.

His hands move down my stomach with such a gentle touch, it makes me shiver. He reaches my pants and slowly lowers them. Pulling them off.

He does the same with my panties. He then starts undressing himself. And as he does this I watch. He has made me so wet from sucking on my breasts. I need him now.

But he is stripping, teasing mezitli escort me. I can’t help myself. I lower my hand and run it thru my pubic hair, slipping my fingers into my pussy. Finding my clit and rubbing it hard. My back arching as I hit my first peak.

Tom, watching me and growing harder. He is taking his underwear off, and I move my fingers lower and find my cunt. I lick my lips and put 2 fingers inside me. Moving them in and out and side to side.

Tom’s cock falls out as he removes his pants. It was so huge, so hard looking. I ram my fingers inside me, as he walks over to the end of the bed and crawls up to me.

He grabs a hold of my legs and my ass lifts off of the bed. I stop fingering myself. He lowers his head and licks my pussy. Pulling me closer. I feel his tongue enter my hole.

It wiggles inside of me. I am breathing harder with each movement he makes with midyat escort it. His cock growing. He sucks me dry, but I don’t stay dry for long.

He stops, letting go of my legs. He turns me over. On my hands and knees, he puts his hands over my ass, rubbing my cheeks. He comes closer and guiding his enormous cock into my ass.

I moan out cause it almost stings going in. He starts off slow but works up to a hard, fast thrust. I lower my head to the pillow. He reaches around my body pulling me back up. I scream out.

He starts moaning. His balls slapping my ass. Harder, harder, faster and faster. He falls onto me, and I fall onto the bed. His cock still in me. He rolls over. Runs his fingers thru my hair.

Then we hear you come out of the bathroom, and I thought we better get going. So we kiss, I got dressed and came out.

You know Tami, I have had many men, but none like Tom. I mean like yeah, I have been fucked up the ass, but not like that. When a girl says size don’t count, Tom’s counted big time.”

By this time we were at my house. I said good night and walked into the house, shutting the door and leaned up against it. And thought about what we did. Who knows what will happen next time!!

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Walking in the rain by the embankment in London at Christmas, when the city’s commuters have all gone home and deserted their glass and steel office buildings, they leave the square mile feeling like a ghost town. The only thing to comfort the passing traveler is the occasional homeless “Big issue” magazine seller braving the cold as unlike the many strangers who walk by you in silence, those magazine sellers by the Thames river have a reason to be nice, as they breathe warm air into their cupped hands to warm their gloved fingers in the biting cold. It’s strange to say, but lost in London’s architecture it can be a lonely and existentially daunting experience.

I remember I had just finished up ice skating at Broadgate, which is a gorgeous circular ice rink tucked in the heart of Liverpool street, and not wanting to go home to my horrible flatmates, I was stranded for the night, complete with Hello Kitty hoodie and my figure skating bag over my shoulder. I just needed some time alone.

So I didn’t catch the tube home, and I walked for hours through London’s medieval streets. I lost track of time. I walked all the way from Liverpool Street until I reached Monument and stood opposite pudding lane. It was a good time to think about Samuel Pepys’ diary, the casualness and ferocity of that great fire of 1666 an ironic analogy to the one burning inside my head.

I had just finished that morning the final exams in my accounting and banking degree and I was, I guess, blowing off some steam walking through London, having been overwhelmed with studying for difficult exams for weeks.

Suddenly, like hitting a brick wall, the rigorous exam period was over, and unlike 24 hours ago when I had had my book wormish nose buried in economics textbooks, I now had nothing to do with the hours. Looming too on my mind was the fact that I was going to be spending Christmas day on my own, for the first time, this year.

If you’re not English it’s hard to understand the subtle nuances of life for English Londoner s who don’t meet the bizarrely wonderful, parody lives that US films like Notting Hill and four weddings /the Hugh Grant illusion depict. And, why the depression cuts so profoundly deep for a young woman called Emily who, though I didn’t realize it then, was already coming to the end of my road in the UK.

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s freezing, but not cold enough to turn the slush into beautiful white snow flakes. Maybe it’s the way that rainy snow settles on the ripples in the Thames with nothing but the neon lights of the Tate Gallery shadowed across the river in the distance to remind you that people are partying everywhere, but you. Not you. You’re on your own. Or the fact that when I look around on the tube, I feel like I’m the only white English face, a stranger in my own city. Whatever the case, this time of year in London, it gets dark at 4pm in the afternoon, and as always, people walk silently pass you in the street, even at Christmas. Even when you smile. So much for the spirit of Jesus.

London swells to over 14 million people during the day, but the isolation of it, and the way people don’t communicate there can be so different to Brooklyn which is now home.

I’ve no plans on moving back across the pond anytime soon. The dullness of those grey skies and loneliness are indelibly etched into my memory. How strange it was, that for the first time in my adult life, in this historically lovely city that was where I completed my first degree, that the following events of the true life experience I am about to reveal should play out against this urban setting. What follows is the first time I’ve ever spoken let alone written about how I and David met.

My name is Emily. It was a cold winter night in 2010, at a late night Japanese noodle house called Wagamama, a short distance from the Tower of London where I ended up with my ice skate bag, nursing very sore legs from too many double salchows and too many sleepless nights studying, taking shelter from the cold at 11pm. Even Üvey porno starbucks in London closes at 8pm, so this was the only place round there, other than a Zizzi pizza joint to go. Among those quaint, old cobbled streets filled with the history of Ann Boleyn and the fortress like slits of the Bloody Tower nearby, in this unlikely dwelling, I ound my first real BDSM partner, David.

I will always remember the blue Bjork shirt he was wearing with a little radiohead mascot sewn onto the trim. He was reading a book, not on Kindle, but a torn, well fingered copy of one of John Keats poetry collections that I can’t remember. Maybe it was Tennyson.

Eerily, there was hardly anyone in the café.

“Aren’t you cold in that T-shirt? It’s freezing outside!” I couldn’t help but ask him smiling, as I sat down to eat at the canteen bench across.

“No, I’m fine,” he replied looking up, a little geeky in cute round glasses. He seemed to do a double take at me. “I love how pink your nose has gone in the cold,” he said smiling.

“It’s the eternal ice skaters nose,” I replied. “My skin is so pale in this weather.”

Those were the 3 sentences I remember. Quickly we had struck up a pleasant conversation across the canteen benches in Wagamama, and even sooner he asked if he could join me on my bench, and move across, to which I was secretly thrilled. We were like 2 ships in the night. The last two people in the café.

As the Wagamama staff politely hassled us to finish up and pay the bill, dying to get home and clock off, I realized I had found a special gem in this place.

David was 23 and a newly graduated solicitor. Successful but also desperately unhappy. A geeky loner who, in his own socially acceptable kind of way, was meant to meet me that day in the cold slushy snow flurries by the Tower of London.

I don’t believe in fate, but some encounters are just meant to be. We talked. We walked across tower bridge, under the Mayor of London’s building and talked for hours. We both had no where to go, it was Friday, it just felt good to walk with him and he held my ice skating bag when I said my shoulder was hurting.

We exchanged phone numbers, taking 1 hour to say goodbye, which is always a good sign I think, before ending up at 3am driving to the West End in his completely ridiculous red Volkswagen beetle.

We ended up in a late night hotel bar near Piccadilly. Too much wine, and since I trusted what I met, and I trust myself, I invited him back to my dig. Probably a good thing anyway, since he was by that time way over the limit to drive back to his apartment in Clapham. I’d broken the cardinal rule of what every good girl is warned to never do, invite a stranger home. But it’s hardly as though we jumped into bed!

So I invited David back to my student flat in the halls of residence at LSE, a man I had known like 5 hours. I think it was the fact he was an LSE grad himself, it was like old days for him.

Being honest though, it was the fact we had such an unusually natural rapport, 2 like-minded English people stranded, lost in different ways in this great though overcrowded city. We destined to be a conservative couple with a difference. It was as though David had a gift; he could pick up on my inner psyche. My need to be in charge and the dominant force in the home. From the outset, my dominant soul and his submissive, gentle demeanor just meshed together like a perfectly fitting lock and key.

From the time he insisted on getting out of his driver’s seat and rushing round the car to open the door for me, despite the fact it was pouring with rain. He was so different to all the pseudo-intellectual jerks at LSE and outright football louts trashing around the West End after the theaters close. He was a breathe of fresh air, and yes, that night, he did sleep in my bedroom, on the floor at the foot of my bed, without any pillows, which he insisted.

I remember waking up the following Saturday morning, having porno izle slept until just before noon, opening my eyes and thinking with a slight hangover, “Shit, Emily, what the fuck! Did you just let a stranger sleep in your bedroom?!” I scrambled to the edge of my bed to find a little bag of almond croissants from Paul, which is a French patisserie which Londoners would know. I remember I’d told him how much I loved them somewhere in the hours of our conversation in the early hours, and he was so sweet, he’d gone out especially to buy them for me and even left a thank you note that read. “Thank you Emily for the night. All’s fair in love and war!”

I must say I wondered if he had had a good night sleep on my carpeted, though hard floor, at the foot of my bed, but I innately trusted this man, and it was later on that day, that we spoke again and arranged to meet up for coffee.

It was the craziest start to the relationship.

We couldn’t stop smiling when we saw each other that evening, and were desperate to get away from the Christmas crowds. After chatting for hours more, we ended up in the crypt of All Saint Church in Marylebone where after spilling our secrets like 2 best friends who hadn’t seen each other for years, snogged in each other’s arms like a passionate scene from Dr Zhivago. We spoke about everything. From yellow submarines to childhood experiences, to other really unique things, like the way that the News of the World had covered Max Moseley, that F1 racing boss’s secret sadomasochistic femdom caning that stirred the country’s secret gardens and grapevines. David had been a law student covering the case in the public gallery of Judge Eady’s court for a special university project he did on libel law, which I found really unique.

David confided in me how submissive he was as we French kissed in that crypt. It was dark love. It was a beautiful submission on an emotional and non-verbal level which is hard for people who don’t embrace BDSM to understand. David told me that whenever he was in my presence, he was “in subspace.”

I could read in between the lines of his carefully chosen words, just how much he longed for a non-judgmental, loving but sadistic girlfriend and mistress, for so long. He needed a woman to worship the ground on which she walked; a lady who would feel as comfortable dominating him as she would cuddling him and catering to his intense need for maternal love and affection, but a woman sophisticated enough to know how to give both carrot and stick in the perfect dosages.

And in him, he was a friend for me amid the sea of loneliness whom I could share all of my darkest fantasies as an elegant, more complicated than I should be female, without fear of reprisal or embarrassment, or being mocked and mistreated for such simple pleasures. 2010 England was from my perspective, still very much a land where far from the open sexuality exhibitionism in Amsterdam or France – in England, shamefully, repression was still very much the order of the day. I haven’t been back for several years, but I bet it still is.

Neither of us could have cared less about anything other than the precious little fire of masochism we had unlocked by this chance encounter. Powerful and inspiring in its energy, in me David has found the right girl.

I was an anarchist at heart.

And, in return, we agreed we would keep all our secret desires in confidence.

A wild and wayward soul, at 21, I was already kinky enough to have skipped the Ann Summer’s rampant rabbit trend, and all the boring “carnal knowledge” lark, in favor of dark sadistic tendencies which I shall yet reveal. I already had acquired my own proud armory of vintage school canes that were seriously underused.

We arranged that he would again sleep on the floor of my bedroom that night, and call me “Miss” from now on.

From the first time I arbitrarily slapped David across his face, hard, for not saying “Miss” Emily when speaking to me after he came out of my ensuite bathroom Asyalı porno wearing just his boxers, and he turned the other cheek; to the time on the third night I ordered him to his knees, humiliatingly smirking while enjoying his submissive responses, it was a friendship that we both valued as much as we recognized this kind of connection was rare.

He openly consented, and enjoyed my emotional power over him. Even when ordered to gingerly kiss, lick and clean between the toes of my unwashed feet in the middle of the afternoon, which I’m sure must have reeked given the fact I’d been skating for hours earlier that morning.

Watching David meekly obey me, I was learning a lot about the delicacies of submission. The naturalness of our initial encounter was flourishing. Within a short period of time, I had given David what was his first adult, bare bottom spanking across my knee, with my hair brush. It was fun, but painful for him.

I was wearing my normal casual clothes. It was given as a punishment for being late in traffic to pick me up for our date. So he went to dinner with a burned red backside, squirming opposite me in the restaurant as he knew how turned on his discomfort made me as a true smiling sadist.

Considering we had not had full sex yet, it’s amazing to think looking back about how the closeness of these sadomasochistic experiences seamlessly interwove with our strangely vanilla dating. But human sexuality is a complex element, and as I remember him laid there over my knee, trousers down around his ankles inside my bedroom, as he hilariously hoped my roommates wouldn’t hear, when I couldn’t have given a toss who heard, I was already making my mark on his submissive heart.

On that first occasion I made sure I tanned his bare bottom sore. Alternating from cheek to cheek, laying the full power of the back of my wooden hair brush onto his hot bottom as he cringed with pain. He cried.

I was turned on by the experience, and his real tears. He didn’t get off my knee until he was truly sorry for being late. We started to do this on a regular basis even creating a set of rules which if he broke, it would mean a non-merciful over the knee bare bottom spanking to tears.

I think it’s a cool way for couples to manage submissive responsibilities, if the guy is anything like David. I quickly had a little maid in training. David was doing all my household choirs, ironing, tidying my room, even handwashing my expensive, dirty lingerie. I made him tongue wash all of my smelly thongs, and drink the water on which they soaked. He particularly relished cleaning my porcelain toilet bowl, and was extremely red faced when I eventually joked after meeting his older sister several weeks later, how thanks to David I must have the cleanest loo in LSE halls!

So I hope readers, this is a beginning. I’m happy to share many stories of the wonderful, heady relationship that followed in further glimpses. Real anecdotes about the humiliations I inflicted on David and the extent to which my new boyfriend turned into my full time personal slave in what became a 24/7 power exchange that worked!

David, a compellingly intelligent lawyer by day, turned into my fawning little bitch boy. A good sub for Miss Emily, under my thumb behind closed doors. He lapped up my punishments with great affection, and even when I took this in the direction of forced-bi and eventual cuckolding, none of my demands proved too low for my friend, who though not together anymore now I’ve left the city of London, I remain in touch with.

Maybe if the folks at approve my submission, I’ll send him in a link to say thank you as its his birthday coming up, and this might rekindle some memories from that Tower of London first meeting. The content gets darker and darker I assure you if you’d care for me to write further about how our S&M relationship evolved. You’ll have to forgive any spelling errors and grammatical mistakes I will no doubt make and may have made. I’m an economist not an editor.

I’ll leave the rest of you waiting in baited breathe for the next instalment of how I enjoyed molding David into the used little doormat he craved to be. I believe one of my school canes, anal sex and a very humiliating enema take center stage in the next encounter.

Sincerely, Ms. Emily.

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