Archive for November, 2008
She was keyed up – as usual, really. But going too long without sexual release and sitting all day with boring, aging professionals was always sure to make her irritable and aggressive.
When the firm knock sounded three times on the door at exactly 10:00 p.m., she smiled like a sunbathing feline. Good boy, right on time. Let’s see if he remembers the rest of my instructions though.
She took her time, checking her reflection in the full-length hallway mirror. She wore a wide-gauge fishnet bodysuit underneath black leather pants, low-slung on her hip bones and tight as a second skin, skimming toned thighs, bunching at her ankles just above black fuck-me stilettos. Leather G-string straps arched over those hip bones from under her waistband and buckled in back Otherwise, she wore only a black, silver-studded leather half-bra under the netting of the bodysuit. Her usual heavy silver choker chain banded her neck, a dangling S-shaped serpent charm, winked in the low light. Straight, dark-gold hair poured down to the middle of her back. › Continue reading
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My wife and I had been married over 18 years and lately things had not been so good in the sex department, for the last 5 years actually. I still wanted it, and she could do without it. One evening last month, things changed drastically for the better I think. We had a fight over my wanting some pussy and her not wanting to give it up, and I had enough of her shit and told her so.
She screamed at me, “Your a sex maniac, you never gave me any peace with my constant demands on me.”
I questioned the constant demands, › Continue reading
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“Goddammit, Veronica, I told you that I wasn’t into the scene anymore.” He almost slammed the door in her face.
“Hello, Master, nice to see you again, too.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“May I come inside, Master?”
He stood, indecisive, then reluctantly let her in. He knew he would regret this. She smiled and led the way to the den. She curled up against the couch like she had for the first few years they’d spent together. It was so natural to him to see her that way that it almost didn’t occur to him that it was her submissive place. › Continue reading
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I sat in my car in the dark at the back of the car park watching all the couples walk into my old High School for the “Turning Forty” reunion. I had been divorced for over eleven years and did not have a girl friend to accompany me to this sort of social event.
I was in two minds whether to attend or not. While I did want to see some of my old friends again, the thought of the “Oh your by yourself?” remarks was giving me second thoughts. I watched the couples as the lights fell on them and after recognizing some of my best mates from all those years ago decided to go and have a few laughs. › Continue reading
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“Well, isn’t this a coincidence?” The question came out of the blue for Steven Kirkpatrick, a young businessman with just a little more arrogance than humility, with an inherent sense of entitlement as he navigated his way through the world. He was checking in to his hotel room rather uneventfully as he’d done so many times before. He was caught off-guard as he felt the presence of two people invade his personal space on both sides. He glanced nervously around as he saw the person who posed the question standing dangerously close on his left side and her companion on his right. It was Theresa and her boyfriend Carl, a couple he’d met in his hometown of Philly in an attempt to explore some of his “darker” sexual fantasies. Darker meaning he had an odd obsession with Black sexuality, more specifically he had fantasies of submitting to a sexy Black woman and her lover and being “forced” to do whatever they had in mind. They were a couple that fit that description perfectly with confidence and sensuality oozing from every pore in their bodies and more than just a little experience in manipulating and dominating submissive whiteboys. What they were doing in Montreal, in the Hotel Bonaventure for that matter, was beyond him. He glanced around nervously, afraid that people could read his mind, that they would know his dirty little secrets. › Continue reading
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The room was aglow with candles, lightly scenting the air with an exotic fragrance. Steve and Nicole stood at the foot of the bed, passionately kissing and fondling each other”s sensuous curves and bulges. He held her face in his hands as he deeply kissed her while she unbuttoned his shirt. Then she and pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Nicole ran her hands up and down his arms, caressing his face, her fingers played in his hair. The faint smell of Steve”s cologne mixed with his own scent was so provocative. Steve helped her take off her dress, pulling it up over her head and nuzzled his face in Nicole”s neck, nibbling her ear lobes, kissing and biting her throat. She reached behind her, under the bedspread, and brought out two lengths of cotton rope. Each rope had a loop on one end and a leather wrist cuff on the other end. › Continue reading
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