i wonder, Sir…
What if we had the opportunity to meet somewhat regularly and each session went beautifully for both of us?
What if i waited for you in a lovely hotel room one summer evening?
What if i put on the little blue plaid mini-skirt and white blouse, white stockings, and little lace bra and panties you’d left for me, and put my hair up in a nice ponytail, as you’d requested?
What if i laid out all the toys we’d need on a side table for your use on me: dildoes,
When you’re a Villain, there are certain things you sign up for.
The risk of arrest, the risk of getting shot by police, the risk of getting hunted and severely beaten up by heroes. The risk of what happens when your secret identity is uncovered.
The risk of other Villains hunting you for their own ends.
Oh yes, don’t believe that only Heroines get hunted, trapped and put through slave training by Villains. Villains get it worse.
There is a code between Heroes and Villains. Sure,
Cindy sat at her dining room table and sipped a glass of wine. In front of her were two letters and two small piles of photos. Aside from some soft music coming from the stereo the large house was empty and quiet, as it had been for much of the past six months.
She finished addressing the envelopes and set her address book aside. She sighed heavily and reached for the stamps. She knew writing letters was a little old fashioned, but there was something far more satisfying about a letter than an
Dana and I worked out a plan to get Sandra to join our little intimate group.
Sandra was totally different from Dana and I, physically. While Dana and I were of medium height and full-bodied, Sandra was tall and slender. She had a model’s body, but more like a Victoria’s Secret model.
She really had a fantastic body and a beautiful face, framed by lovely dark, flowing, wavy hair that rested in folds on her shoulders. When she moved it was liquid, effortless, athletic, very sexy!
I
I am kneeling in front of you. Your hand cups my cheek as you tell me that you love me. Your hand moves to raise my chin so that I am looking into your blue eyes. You tell me that it is time…time to remind me of my role, time to show your devotion, and, most importantly, time to give me what you know I need. You send me to fetch my new butt plug, a hand towel, and the lubricant.
You drape me over your lap. I am tense, concerned about the large size of the plug, concerned about the sting
Simon walks up the small staircase in front of the big, old house and rings the doorbell. Simon’s older brother, Peter, lives in the house with several friends. Peter have told Simon about their open attitude towards clothing and sex and Simon is anxious, or actually quite nervous, but also curious, now that he is visiting the collective for the first time. He is glad that he already knows Peter and Peter’s girlfriend Johanna.
And then it happens to be Johanna who opens the doors.
I used to work in an office environment like so many other individuals these days. Indiscretion on my part one day turned my life upside-down and inside out. I was so naive at 26 at what goes on in the world.
I was a pool secretary, doing a lot of paper work in an architect firm.
Everyone could see everyone so there was no privacy. If there was a need for private discussions, the office had several conference rooms along the outside walls. The conference rooms had blinds that could be closed.
What made her pause in front of the lipstick in the first place? LIDL was not famous for its make-up but for cut-price Continental brands that her children usually refused to eat. Although she always wore lipstick, she favoured a soft pink that enhanced her natural lip colour, not this flamboyant scarlet. You never did know what you’d find in LIDL from week to week. It was part of the fun.
One week it was baby buggies and plastic sunbeds, the next week cheapo computers and shooting-sticks
Going through emails was normally quite tedious when you owned a website. Joseph’s website, however, was a niche site that only attracted specific viewers, so the emails he received were very specific, and much more interesting.
He scanned the list until he found the one that interested him. It was from Marie, his current client. She confirmed that everything was a ‘go’ for tomorrow night. Joseph smiled. Marie was a hot and horny one. This was going to be fun.
His website
My husband and I had anal sex this morning for the second time in our almost five-year marriage.
During our first year of marriage, he touched my asshole for the first time, and it tickled. I couldn’t be still, it tickled so much. Over time, we both became comfortable with him rubbing it, and we were married almost 2 years before I pushed my bottom into his finger to let him know he could finger my ass.
He was sucking my tits (which I absolutely LOVE) as he was fingering my asshole, and I