"I must be crazy," Elise thought fleetingly as she jabbed the needle into her left breast, two inches below the nipple.
It hurt, but not as badly as the needle already buried in her right breast. That one was still stinging, sending a thrill through her that left her gasping. She had hoped that the one in her left breast would balance the pain. Pulling her breast up by the nipple, she withdrew the needle, blessed it in the smoke of the incense, and then stabbed again.
Once upon a time, there was a princess who was known as an exceptional beauty. She had hair as dark the sea at night. Eyes as green as clover. Skin white as snow. And her figure as shapely and rounded as an hourglass. All the eligible men in the kingdom vied for her. That is, until one day a jealous witch came to the princess and cursed her with a dour affliction. Horrified, the princess confined herself in the tallest tower of the palace requesting that only one maid bring her food and necessities whenever she requested.
The near-naked domina smiled as she regarded her client's dancing cock. He was bound to the low bench, face up. She had teased him past the point of distraction, and took pleasure in his frustrated groans. She knew he craved relief. They both knew that he craved even more to be inside her, to thrust and pump until he could hold back no longer, and in a burst of passion, spurt his seed, over and over, into her warm receptacle.
Tuesday night. Quiet. I am sitting in an overstuffed striped chair by the window, a streetlight spreading a candle like glow over the pages of the book I’m reading. Hardly anyone here and it is quiet, except for the sound of my stockings scraping against each other when I shift my thighs, which I am doing frequently, given the content of the book I am reading. My face is warm with arousal, I’m torn between raising the book to hide myself and lowering it to hide the cover, embarrassed at what I am reading, but too absorbed in the stories to put it down.
Linda had been pestering him for months to make an appointment to demonstrate the software. She insisted it was state of the art...Something his organization couldn't do without. He hated sales pitches and avoided them at all costs, but she would not let up and he finally relented.
Actually, they knew each other quite well. Over the past five years, his organization had spent thousands and thousands of dollars on her organization's products. He was a good customer and she knew it. She was an effective sales rep and he knew it, and he trusted her not to steer him wrong.
Mike couldn't wait to get home. Working third shift at his new job was tiring, but he would be able to get on another shift soon. He looked at his watch, and he knew it would only be another few minutes before he got to Ron and Lisa's house. They were friends of his wife, Jeannie, and he was staying with them until they moved to the new city he was working in. Both Ron and Lisa were teachers, and very well respected in the community. They were not nearly as wild as Mike and Jeannie, but very nice, nonetheless.