Your erotic stories

You're getting ready to leave for work soon, you're not traveling today but you will be gone for most of the day though. You have to go to a convention in the city. You come to find me before you leave to give me my instructions for the day. You know that I probably haven't gotten out of bed yet, its way to early for me and we did have quite a hot eventful evening last night. You're nice enough to let me sleep in for a while knowing how important sleep is yourself.

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She was at work when her phone buzzed against her thigh. Making sure her customers didn't need her for a moment, she pulled out the small phone and opened up the text message that was waiting. 'I hope you didn't put panties on today.' She smiled at the text and wondered how to respond. Biting her lip, she put in a quick message.

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I wish I were able to do this for You today. Hopefully this will give You some relief. I recited my ritual per Your command and so enjoyed the orgasm You allowed. Thank You, Master, so very deeply. This is fairly unedited, so if something isn't communicated properly, please let me know?

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Friday. Part 1. She walked across the rear deck of the ferry, the wind was blowing into her face but warm and refreshing after the long day at work. Now she could relax and unwind as she headed across the sound towards home. The sea and the weekend stretched out before her and she knew she had no plans for the weekend and was looking forward to it, and as she pondered on the non plans she had she smiled to herself.

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She saw him sitting across the bar. He was alone, probably the only single guy in the bar, although the chances that he was actually single and not just looking for something extra-curricular seemed rather remote to her. Though not conventionally attractive, there was something about the dark eyes and the arch of his brows that attracted her attention, and would not let it go. In fact, she was so absorbed in the study of him that she was not aware her date had returned from the bathroom, or wherever he had been, until he spoke her name.

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"You will wear the blue skirt!" she tells me, reaching to pull it out of the closet. I am already wearing the corset; black satin, laced, long suspenders linked on to sheer black stockings. Fishnet, she says, is tacky. Personally I think the whole suspenders-and-stockings thing is tacky, and much prefer bare flesh, but then, it's not for me to decide.

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