By the time our second meeting ended, I had decided two things. First, my Master was very, very good at what he did to me. And second, there was no way I could wait until Christmas for our next visit.
Almost a month had passed since our second "date." I had been teased, pleased, fucked, and damn well tortured during our short time together.
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"You may enter the room now, sir."
A pause.
"Sir...Daniel?"
I was off in my own little world, oblivious of the kind voice speaking to me.
"I'm sorry," I offered, snapping back into the current reality. My eyes focused on the receptionist, a warm, middle-aged woman, smiling understandably at me.
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Note from the Authoress: For any one who has read the Julie Journals they will know I always mention that my stories are a mixture of fact and fantasy. The content of this story is pure fantasy but the characters are fact. For that reason I have not included this as part of the Julie Journals. It is dedicated to a lovely intelligent woman and her partner who it has been a privilege to get to know.
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Bill and Karen have been a couple for 20 years. They are now 44 years old and have a 19 year old son named Dave. Bill and Karen are very sexually active and adventurous. They are willing to try a lot of things. They have tried things from anal, to swinging with their best friends Bob and Judy, to even light bondage.
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From the moment I arrived I knew I was in for a treat. A sexual experience that would last with me forever. Janet had always been a sexual dynamo, and she could never get enough sex and was always trying out new things. I had only been going out with Janet for six months, and I already felt incredibly relaxed with her. Sometimes, I found, it could take years to be open about your sexual fantasies, but with Janet, it had only taken me a week, and already I was craving new fantasies as she had fulfilled those I had carried for years.
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Each day as I sit at my desk, shuffling all the papers to make it seem like I actually have an important role in keeping the company going, I steal glimpses at you, my private secretary. You are always dressed so sexily. Classy and sexy. From my vantage point , I can watch you at work, always so professional. What I really love is the way you show off your long legs. I watch as you cross your legs, sometimes your skirt pushed above your stocking tops. I can even hear the hiss of your nylons as you cross your legs.
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Sebastian could tell that she was upset, but was not quite sure if he should attempt to console her, or for that matter, exactly how he would go about approaching her with an offer of comfort. He had seen the despondent expression she had been wearing on her face all night and thought that she looked like she might be about to cry when she excused herself from the table and left the banquet hall to go upstairs to her hotel room. He had quickly said goodnight to his dining companions at the next table and followed her to the lobby, not totally sure of what he was intending to do if, and when, he caught up with her.
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The first time she realised that she could see into his apartment was when he had just stepped from the shower and was towelling himself leisurely while looking through a magazine. Connie could well imagine what kind of magazine it was by the state of his prick, and she felt a faint pang of guilt as she looked across the dark space that separated their units, but continued to sit quietly in the dark as he casually stroked the length of his full erection.
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The blanket wrapped tightly about her otherwise naked body, she kneels before the fireplace. As she basks in the warmth of the fire, she watches the wild dances of the many flames, drawn in by their hypnotic movements. Focusing her attention on the yellow-orange light, she falls inside herself, deep into her mind, thinking back upon the evening, an evening her overprotective father would absolutely abhor.
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The sweet odor of pipe tobacco encased the room. Mandy stared at the ceiling as she lay on the couch, her legs slightly spread.
"You have to assert yourself," he told her.
Mandy sighed for the umpteenth time. "I know. I know."
"How can you expect to be taken seriously in a man's world if you act like a chicken shit."
Mandy took the insult like she always did—lying down. The doctor was supposed to be the best, and a bit unorthodox, but he always left her feeling like the worst.
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