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Night Fun

*Part 1: Parking*

It”s a warm, spring, late afternoon. You”re parked in a very remote spot, overlooking the ocean, relaxing, having a beer after swimming and hanging out on the beach, and getting romantic with Rusty. You slide over on the seat next to him and start making out, getting very hot and bothered. As the sun sets, the sky lights up with fiery reds and oranges, helping to create a sense of passion. He starts running his hands up under your shirt, caressing your boobs, tweaking your nipples. You moan, letting him know how turned on you are. He unbuttons your shirt and disconnects your bra with an easy motion. The sky calms down, but inside the truck, things are just getting heated up. He works his way down to your belly, rubbing gently, rocking your body with his. You feel his hand reach up under your short, black skirt, rubbing the outside your thighs, caressing your soft ass cheeks, stroking against the nylon of your stockings. Then in between your legs, he brushes against your hot pussy. You moan again, humping his hand. You want his fingers all around and up in you. He”s more than happy to oblige. He strokes you through your nylons, paying extra attention to your inflamed berry. He can feel it protruding even through the stockings. Before you know it, he tears the crotch of your nylons, pulls aside your panties and gets one, two, then three fingers up inside, rubbing your clit with his thumb, making you so horny that you could cum any second. He opens your shirt and suckles one nipple, then the other. He licks all around the areola, feeling everything stiffen as he goes. › Continue reading

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Saturday, February 4th, 2012 Fetish Stories No Comments

Night Three of Domination Week

James had an elegant evening on the town planned for night three of domination week. Dinner at their favorite restaurant, and a nice show. Oh, and a little bit of revenge for having been denied relief the night before. He went home during his lunch hour and laid out one of Sarah’s loveliest evening gowns, along with the shoes and undergarments he wanted her to wear. He called her at work and gave her instructions to leave work early, go home and bathe and prepare, and wait for him naked sitting on the bed. He would be there precisely at 6:00 to help her dress. › Continue reading

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Saturday, February 4th, 2012 Fetish Stories No Comments

Meeting My Match

It was getting late and I still had one more meeting. I tapped my pen on the desk, impatient to be finished for once, already dreaming of the steaming hot bath and accompanying glass of cold Chardonnay that I had promised myself to make up for this long day.

I glanced at the clock – still 5 minutes before the appointment, I had time for a coffee and a walk to stretch my muscles a little. I stretched my arms above my head, linking my fingers and leaning back in my chair, forcing life into my tiring limbs. I pushed myself to my feet and went in search of a caffeine kick. › Continue reading

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Thursday, February 2nd, 2012 Fetish Stories No Comments

Mastery of Silence

Eileen lounged on the sofa. She was softly caressing the dark head in her lap. Silence lay stretched out, hands clasped over his stomach. She reached for a bunch of grapes and pulled one off to feed it to him. His gray eyes sparkled as he accepted the treat from her hand. The silver collar at his throat glittered as he swallowed. They had been together for almost six months. He had spoken only once, when she had placed the collar, and not since. She didn’t seem to mind and he was used to being silent. He turned his head slightly to kiss her skin and tickle her belly button with his tongue. He was rewarded with a soft hum of pleasure and the caress of her fingers on his cheek. › Continue reading

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Thursday, February 2nd, 2012 Fetish Stories No Comments

Mistress Loves Me

It’s the weekend, I’ve slept late. I woke up feeling rested, relaxed. My hands absently wandered over my body, rubbing scratching. My skin welcomes each warm glide of my fingers. My nipples tighten as the tips of my fingers glide over them. One hand moves down, over my stomach and lower. It sifts through wiry pubic hair until it makes contact with my cock. I’m hard. My cock is standing tall, thick and hot. I wrap my fingers around it and begin to pump. My eyes close, my head falls back on the pillows. Mouth opening, breath speeding, a small moan of pleasure escapes my throat. › Continue reading

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Thursday, February 2nd, 2012 Fetish Stories No Comments

LadyK_4 Ch. 04

We entered the room. I followed Miss Maria, as she led me along by the leash. From my vantage point all I could really see was the shining wooden floor. I started to look up but

Miss Maria tightened the leash and said in her soft voice, “Slave m, you must keep your eyes down at all times unless instructed otherwise. Mistress K will expect you to show at least the rudiments of training. Now follow me over here.”

She pulled on the leash and led me over toward the back of the room. As we got closer to the other side we moved onto an oriental rug, stopping in front of a low black leather chair. She positioned me facing the chair. Reaching down she unsnapped my leash, coiling it up and clipping it to her waist. She instructed me to stand up. I did so still keeping my eyes down as previously instructed. She walked away from me and I could hear her sorting through some things in the corner. I peeked a little and could see she was standing in front of a dresser searching for something. She started to turn back toward me and I quickly looked back down. Walking back to me she began to hum. I couldn’t make out the tune (she wasn’t very musical). › Continue reading

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Tuesday, January 31st, 2012 Fetish Stories No Comments

Kitten Takes Control

Hot and sweaty from a friendly game of tennis, I invited him back to my place for a quick shower. Sliding his arm around my waist, he readily agreed, nibbling at my neck. I giggled in response and led the way.

As I watched him undress in my bathroom, I stared unashamedly at his sculpted body. What a fine specimen of man this was. ‘How did I ever get this lucky?’ I wondered to myself, licking my lips.

“You are joining me, aren’t you, kitten?” he asked, reaching out to pull me against his nakedness. He reached into my hair and released the clip holding it up and off my neck. As it cascaded down around my shoulders, he kissed me, a soft sensuous kiss that nearly buckled my knees. › Continue reading

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Tuesday, January 31st, 2012 Fetish Stories No Comments

Julie Becomes John’s Pet Ch. 05

“Welcome to Chapter Five of my still-developing story, which is completely true. This story makes a lot more sense if you read the first three chapters first. Click my profile for the link to those chapters. I love getting feedback from the readers, so please post a comment and let me know what you thought of this!”

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Thursday night was the big night- the night that I was supposed to do whatever John said, only this time on videotape. John had made it clear that if I didn’t do exactly what he said after that, he’d have the option of ruining my life by mailing copies of it to my friends and family. › Continue reading

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Monday, January 30th, 2012 Fetish Stories No Comments

Guardian’s Visitor

I got off of the elevator and wearily made my way to the hotel room door, slid my key in the slot and slowly turned the handle. It had been a good conference but a long week. I missed my princess who was on the other side of the country at her own conference. I missed my guys back at the station and I missed my dogs. Hey, give me a break, I”m a guy and my dogs are important.

I slowly walked in the door, turned around and made sure the locks were on and sat my briefcase down. Before I could turn around I heard a familiar voice and felt familiar hands as they wrapped around my chest. › Continue reading

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Saturday, January 28th, 2012 Fetish Stories No Comments

Happy New Year

It was really more than just another New Year for Michael. This was the first New Year in eighteen years he had seen single. It felt good - the beginning of a new chapter. He looked forward to new experiences and new achievements without the nagging dysfunction of his late marriage.

The party was certainly something new. He had never before moved among such a young, hip crowd. There was a tingle of excitement in the air - of titillation. Michael got himself a tall Jim Beam and began to circulate. It was almost like schmoozing but different. There was a bit of a razor’s edge in the atmosphere; something tingling yet indefinable. › Continue reading

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Saturday, January 28th, 2012 Fetish Stories No Comments