It was Friday evening at the end of an unusually long week. I dropped into the local watering hole to grab a beer and unwind. The place was buzzing with conversation, music and laughter. I grabbed a small table near the window, nursed my first beer and enjoyed the view of the sunset. The weekend had arrived and people were there to celebrate. I was there to move into it quietly, others were there celebrating with friends, and two women half way across the room were there to make memories.
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My Aunt Jessie had been threatening for several weeks to call me over to her house for me to give her another massage after I'd massaged both her and Mom with baby oil in our back yard one afternoon and she finally did it. I got home from work and was showering in the mud room when, as usual, I heard Mom call out, "That you, Hut?"
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Sylvia was my girlfriend Teri's mother. We'd always got on OK, nothing too spectacular, but she was fine as girlfriends mothers went. She was still a smart woman though, 43 with blonde hair, had kept her slim figure enviably and always dressed to impress. If your girlfriend's mother was any indication of what she would turn out like it looked like I was on to a winner.
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It's late in the afternoon on Friday and I'm stuck in that hell hole somebody calls a job. Ack I think it's me. I'm typing to you about something fairly mild, but I'm rereading back emails. GOOD emails. mmmm So independent of the emails, I send you a txt "I'm so fucking wet and horny, I want you so much"
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Have you figured it out yet? Have you figured out which of your little insecurities is the one that drives you to submit? You've spent hours on the internet reading stories about dominating women bending weak men to their will. You should surely have some idea about submission and why you want it.
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I love playing The Game with You. Sometimes You pick a man for me to fuck. Other times I have to find a girl for You. It gives You so much pleasure. And Your Pleasure is my whole life.
It is my task to choose a girl today. When I began my search through the shopping mall I was certain I would find just the right one. But now I am getting a little anxious. There have been one or two "possibles", but I have not yet seen The One. If I fail, You will be angry and You will punish me.
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"There, is that better?" Peitr whispered into my ear.
"Uhh. Yes, yes. That feels great," I answered, and my words turned into a soft moan.
"Yes, I can feel it in your body. You are a lot looser now. You are moving with me more smoothly. Is it because of the release of guilt?"
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Pete's heart was racing. He had not felt this thrill and overwhelming enthralment of sexual excitement since early teenage exploration of his burgeoning but as then unrequited sexuality. Adrenalin was coursing through his veins, his heightened state causing his hands to shake involuntarily as they cupped the young woman's' buttocks through her cotton panties.
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I'm pretty sure her plan backfired and she wasn't happy. I couldn't say I was disappointed but if she wasn't so pissed off I probably would have assured her no one was more surprised by how the events turned out than me. But I didn't tell Barbara that because she was too busy glaring at me to care about what I had to say.
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The 14th Anniversary
A Valentine's Day Story
She was kneeling on the hard surface of their sturdy couch table. It had been repositioned to face the entrance of their apartment; so she would be the first thing her Mistress would see when she came home from work. By then, she knew her knees and shins would be hurting, her breasts would be throbbing with every heartbeat, her nipples would have gone numb and her lips dry -- and there was nothing she could do about it.
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