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I had just settled onto the couch to watch some television when the phone rang.
"You available?" a familiar voice asked.
"I'll be there in 20 minutes."
"I'll leave the door unlocked, I'm going to jump in the sho--."
Aaron looked at me with a mixture of shock and pure heat. I don’t think he was expecting me to actually take him up on his offer. I don’t know, maybe he figured I was really into the submissive stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely loved it, but I wasn’t going to be his pushover. And I was damn sure going to give him the same treatment he gave me.
Chapter One- Luann
Luann watched the white, fluffy flakes as they filtered through her view in the blinds. It had been snowing since early morning and she was happy to be inside the warmth of Ryan’s flower shop. Her thick mock turtleneck and flannel shirt kept her warm on the outside, but inside she needed nothing extra to warm her; she was already burning with desire.
It started innocently enough: We were sitting in his living room drinking wine and Danny was telling me about his high school wrestling team and how he won forty-eight straight matches. His eyes wore a glazed-over expression as he talked about his glory days.
"...and out of those forty-eight matches, I pinned thirty-one of my opponents in under a minute in the first round!" he declared, triumphantly.
All the time I was standing out on the balcony of Colleen Addison's house fourteen miles south of Athens, in Voula, overlooking Greece's Miroon Sea, and engaging in chit chat with her and the man who was introduced to me merely as Sam from the Economic Section, I kept thinking that I knew him from someplace but couldn't place him.
Please forgive me if there are any spelling or grammar errors in here – I don't have anyone to correct my work so I have done my bets. Hope you enjoy it as you did my last stories (thanks again for the response to those).
I am 30 years old and I am good-looking guy – so I have been told. I am just under 6 foot tall, medium build 70kg – with a nice physique.
My red dress looked smashing on my chocolate coloured body. I pinned my curly long hair up and applied just a bit of fiery red hot lipstick to my lips. I love the way the colour red added a golden tone to my ebony body. My breasts are full as well as my ass. I prided myself on having a nice ass and tits. My narrow waist line only made my hour glass figured defined and sensuous. Mario came up from behind and started to fondle my breast.
There I was stretched out naked on my bed, fisting the bone again. My boyfriend Andy had taken a job and moved to Rome so we decided that rather than keep something going we should just break up. We'd been together for a while and I wasn't in the mood yet to start seeing other men. But I'd been horny as hell. So, for now, I was again testing the proposition that at times a man's fist could be his best friend.
It was a warm sunny Sunday afternoon, I was sat at home on my own, bored, nothing on TV.
I decided now would be a good time to cruise around the local park to see if I could find myself a horny stud.
I got into my car and took the short 10 minute journey to the parking lot at the park.
Chapter One: What ever happened to...
It was something that had been on my mind for much of the summer, but I hadn't mentioned it to my son until the day he was heading off to college. I tried to be as casual and distant as possible when I broached the subject while we drove out to the University of Buffalo, where he would be starting his freshman year of college, not wanting to expose my more than casual interest.