A clap of thunder startled me, annoyingly breaking my interest in a conversation coming from the table a few feet away from me. I was listening intently at the two women while Marie, my Mistress, was in the bathroom. I sat there, torn between rushing to her and blurting out what I’d heard or staying in my seat to hear the rest. I began to fidget, feeling a slow heat beginning to build between my thighs.
Both women were dark haired and in their late thirties, possibly early forties, either way, they were older than me and younger than my Mistress. The one next to me had her long hair tied in a neat ponytail. She was dressed casually in jeans and a thin pale blue blouse. Her black bra could be seen through it, encasing her ample breasts. They looked simply delicious. I stole a few glances, pretending to watch the rain cascade onto the street outside. › Continue reading
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“This is not necessarily a “spin off” episode alone from “A girl’s fairytale dream come true”
It has some of the characters in it, not the main ones but instead it is their best friends.
This story was brought about by someone’s request. They wanted me to use certain things then put it in a story. That person is “Walter”.”
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Kari and Gary have been married now for little more then 20 years with two children one a girl and one a boy. They have been living the lifestyle for 19 years now. Kari is a very obedient, loving, submissive wife. She would even go weeks without needing discipline. › Continue reading
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After that first crashing orgasm which Elena and I shared, we ate. We sat at the small glass topped dinette set which came with the flat. Each of the grad residence flats contained the same nondescript furniture in various institutional color schemes. What made this flat distinct was Prof. Mannon’s sketches and washes covering the walls. They were not arranged logically; rather, they were randomly tacked up. Each was very recent: studies in light, gesture, line. The overall impression was of the strength and assurance of a mature artist. We discussed drawing and weight of line and the inherent movement within a simple straight line. We discussed Henri’s soccer career and his world travels. I am not familiar with the game but I can appreciate the level of skill that it involves. We consumed wine cheese and some crusty wafers, which I had never tasted before. › Continue reading
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The knock on the door came at 7:23, twenty-three minutes later than it was supposed to come. It was par for the course with her. He actually doubted that she’d ever shown up anywhere on time her whole life.
She knocked again, and then it apparently dawned on her that she’d instructed him to sit naked in a kitchen chair, bind his ankles to the legs, and cuff his hands behind his back. She let herself in.
He watched her approach, observed her smile when she saw that he’d followed her directions and was, indeed, naked and bound to the chair. She carried a bag in her right hand and retrieved a blindfold from it. She stepped behind him, lowered the blindfold over his eyes, and pulled it tight. All was dark for him, and he felt his cock stir at the thought of what his Miranda was going to do to him. He felt her slowly run her nails down the nape of his neck and his back. He shuddered. › Continue reading
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After the OASIS speaker finished talking about the OASIS network, a group got on stage and said they would be leading us to different parts of campus to register for classes, depending on which major we had.
“Undeclared, please follow Gina here. Arts and Letters, which includes sociology, psychology, history, please follow Bob. Engineering, including chemistry, math and physics majors, go with Lisa…”
Anyway, you get the idea. Completely forgetting the bottle on the floor, I followed Gina out of the auditorium, across the street, through the lobby of the building (yet again) and across campus for what seemed like a long trek in the pounding summer heat to Cooper Hall, one of the buildings on campus. As we came up to the building, I noticed a Subway Sandwich Shop at the ground floor and Yvette sitting at one of the tables in front of it, waving at me. She fell in beside me, and the group was guided to three student-secretaries sitting at computers in one of the offices. We lined up and they completed the admissions process, explaining how to register in person, where our counselors were, and then registered those who knew what they were taking in the fall. Yvette handed me a slip of paper and told me to give it to the counselor — it would be my fall schedule. › Continue reading
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