We must remember that Satan has his miracles, too.”
Music can be so healing, so touching, so emotional, so healing. Music stays within my heart and soothes the aching of those gone but never to be forgotten.
He looked up at the dark sky as it parted and the raindrops began to hit the ground. He could hear her high heels hitting the floor as she took step after step closer his way.
He had been standing at the doorway with umbrella in hand awaiting her arrival. His timing was perfect as he pushed open the door and opened up the umbrella.
She walked out the door and under the umbrella as they headed towards the limo. He opened the door for her and helped her into the car and once seated he handed her the leather bound book and briefcase.
She was notorious for writing and she was always jotting down stories and notes. He was responsible for reading her work and making corrections when needed. The stories were good but some were mediocre and he dare not tell her so as he feared repercussions.
She would never punish him for honesty but he wasn’t about to say words that would come back to haunt him. She had a distaste for those that were rich and famous and flaunted it.
Her instagram account was filled with pictures of her work and as she looked at other profiles she ran across a model that was tall with long blonde hair. So many thought the model was pretty but the mistress didnt think so.
No matter how attractive someone may be their actions can easily make them look ugly. The model had turned herself into a very ugly person as she posted pics of her expensive meals, clothing and countries that she worked in.
She was extremely vain and she was always taking selfies and pictures of her expensive purchases such as Chanel and Gucci. Girls like the model needed to have their asses beat and live among the poorest of poor for a day.
Turning away from the computer screen she rested her head on the comfortable padded leather.With her eyes closed, she thought of the upcoming meeting with a new client.
The client was filthy rich and had acted like a fucking moron at their first meeting. He had called her numerous times and she had refused all of his calls until he promised to finance the local animal shelter.
She loved animals and absolutely abhorred animal cruelty of any kind. Yes, she could have easily supported cancer research or the arts but she knew that the arts would always have funds supporting it and cancer research was ran by non profits that used 80 percent of the money to pay themselves as well as all of the perks.
He had called no less than fifty times a day for weeks until she finally gave in and accepted his call. She was polite but firm that she would not see him but he begged and told her he would do anything just to have another meeting with her.
Staying at a suite in the Westin Hotel, he would spare no expense to impress the mistress if he could only talk her into giving him some of her time. Finally, she agreed to see him and meet him at the 24Grille.
Her sissy maid sat next to her in total silence and he only spoke when spoken too. She asked for his opinion many times and she had ordered him to give his honest opinion. She could always tell when he was unsure of his feelings on a subject and she told him she would severely punish him if he didnt answer from the heart.
The limo pulled up in front of the hotel and the sissy maid got out and held her Vintage Birkin 35 Calfskin Handbag bag while she exited the car. She wasn’t one to spend money frivolously and her expensive clothes and accessories were gifts.
She never expected anyone to give her anything and she was always so appreciative for anything anyone gave her. She had received so many presents and most did not impress her or she didnt have a use for them.
She had received Leontine Linens Home Trousseau and she loved the bedding and so enjoyed the feel of it. Diamonds, rubies and emeralds were more often than not given to her and she would put them in her vault, never to be worn.
The sissy followed behind her as the door was opened to the entrance of the hotel. The sissy informed the concierge that the mistress was a guest of the sheik. They were lead to the front desk and the sheik was called and informed of her arrival.
She headed towards the bar and the sissy was to direct him when he arrived. He had dressed down as not to be noticed by others and even had gone as far as arriving in an outfit that made him look average at best.
His religion as well as lifestyle could never be tarnished by his kinky side and no one knew who he really was. He even thought he had fooled the mistress but that was how stupid most men were.
She did background checks on everyone she came in contact with and no one could hide anything from her. She didn’t care what your kink was and she would never divulge her clients to anyone. She guarded her privacy as well as those that worked for her or came to visit her dungeon.
He walked up to her table and was surprised to see the sissy as well as the mistress. Taking her hand and kissing it gently, he gave her a sheepish grin that screamed out his hidden kinky side.
When he attempted to sit down she told him no and pointed next to the sissy. She said “you will sit next to my sissy bitch”. He sat down and feeling quite submissive he looked down until she spoke again.
She asked him why did he want to meet with her again even though she told him she had no desire to spend one second with him. “Rich fuckers, all the same as you feel entitled to anything you want”.
The sissy did all he could to hold back the laugh in his throat as his mistress was always in your face honest. The sheik humbly requested a session with her at any price and he had agreed to finance local animal shelters.
He opened his briefcase and took out an envelope which he handed to her immediately. He asked her if there was anything else she would like him to do or to give her. She was not one you could impress with expensive gifts. She did appreciate the numerous gifts she had received but she was happier to see animals being cared for.
Finally, she agreed to giving him a session and told him he had one hour of her time once they left the hotel. She lived a half hour south of the city which gave him a half hour to get his kink on.
They entered the dungeon and he followed her into a room of comfortable chairs, couches and ottomans. She ordered him to sit on the ottoman and she placed one foot on his lap and told him to remove her shoe.
He gently removed the stiletto and buried his nose into the shoe. He loved the smell of a woman’s shoe and true to form hers was just lovely. She had him do the same to her other foot. Standing up she ordered him to remove her stockings which gave him a chance to touch her upper thigh.
While she was in session her sissy had walked her dogs and was preparing a bubble bath. In the kitchen, there was a lovely Coq Au Vin cooking and fresh homemade rolls rising in the proofing box.
The sissy new there was going to be some painful moments with the mistress when she was done with with her session. Stupid me said the sissy as he thought back to the earlier meeting. He had made the mistake of interrupting the conversation between the mistress and her client.
The mistress was very kind but also very firm and the sissy knew that when the mistress gave the sissy a present it was more likely than not new lingerie. The sissy knew that the mistress would want to see the sissy in the outfit and the sissy always complied.
As the mistress was in session the sissy opened the box and found a lovely set of lingerie made up of soft pink and lace. He touched the lace panties to his cheek and then he rubbed them on his cock.
He loved ladies lingerie and the gift was so appreciated and he couldn’t wait to put them on. Assuming the mistress would be in an hour long session, he snuck into her bedroom and he removed his maids uniform.
Placing his uniform on the mistresses bed he slipped off his shoes, stockings, garter and bra. He then sat on her bed and slipped the panties on then the bra but he was unaware that the mistress was standing in the doorway watching.
She was wrapping up her session with the sheik by allowing him to lick her boots and rub his cock on them. She left him sitting on the ottoman in total bliss as she went looking for her sissy.
She followed the aroma of the cooking food and the only thing in the kitchen was dinner cooking. She walked through her home looking for the sissy and she finally headed toward her bedroom looking for him.
She did not expect to see him admiring himself in her full length mirror but that is where she found him. Hands on his hips he bent this way then that way checking himself out and totally in love with what he saw.
She whistled at him which shocked him as he wasnt expecting her and he turned around so quickly he almost fell. She didnt say a word but her eyes told him all he needed to know.
She turned and walked away without a single word which made things even worse as her silence would always be followed by a severe lashing. He quickly removed the clothing and put back on his uniform.
Once dressed, the sissy headed towards the kitchen to finish dinner. His mistress had returned to the dungeon and the sheik was shooting his wad all over her boots. Once finished, she ordered him to clean and polish her boots.
I enjoy art of all kinds, from sculptures to painting and I do enjoy the visual of the abstract. Enjoy
She glided to the door like the fucking queen that she was. Opening the door, she headed to the other side of the room to her closet. Entering the closet was an adventure in itself like going to an amusement park.
One wall was filled with an assortment of shoes in different colors and styles. She wore a size 12 1/2 shoe and from a distance they reminded her of little boats. On the other wall were her dresses, pant suits, single blouses and trousers. Everything had been separated into colors and cross referenced with other blouses, trousers and skirts.
Another door hid her deepest darkest secrets and she couldn’t help but get hard thinking about the feel of silk stockings up against her cock. She secretly had a pair of silk stockings in her drawer next to her bed and another pair in her office desk.
Leaning against the wall she closed her eyes as she began to rub her cock. Wanting a more comfortable position she slowly slid down the wall and let her knees bend as she sat firmly on her ass. She was able to slip her hand down her pants and she stroked her cock.
Needing more space she undid the zipper and button and open up the front of her trousers. Her swollen member cried for attention and her cock turned a bulbous purple as she stroked herself to the edge and stopped.
She so loved edging and when she finally let herself cum she had ean xplosive orgasm. After her “fun run” she got up and went to the wall with the Monet mounted upon it. To look at it one would never guess that there was a secret room behind it.
She walked up to the wall and hidden into the woodwork was a button that made the door open. Behind the door was an array of wigs in different colors, lengths and cuts and everything a cross dresser could ever want.
She had the best make up, perfumes, jewelry, boobs and vagina that a true crosser dresser would be envious of. She looked like a real woman and no one ever knew that she was a man hidden under “arts and crafts”.
She had dated many men and the fake boobs and vagina made them think they had a beautiful woman to bury their cock into. She liked giving blow jobs and anal sex was a joy for both her and her date.
So many men loved anal sex because the ass is so tight on their cocks and the tightness made them cum so quickly. She didnt have anal sex often because she knew doing so would stretch his asshole and it would no longer give the desired pressure.
She was really good at sucking cock, as a man she knew what she liked and she was able to pass that on through her own experienced hand and mouth. She enjoyed the ability to date men and women and having sex with them became a subject she enjoyed exploring.
She kept a diary of her relationships and she compared men and women in every way. She found women to be better kissers for the most part and all men liked to suck on nipples. Surprisingly, many women didnt like to receive or to give oral sex.
She was shocked to find out how many women she had been with had never experienced an orgasm. She made it her quest to give every woman she was sexually active with an orgasm. She would never break off a relationship until her mate had experienced. When they did finally cum it was hard as hell to dump them.
When a woman has her first orgasm she is like white on rice as wanting it regularly. There was something about how excited a woman got when experiencing the first orgasm. One woman she had been with actually lifted her ass off the bed and her body looked like a plank.
She didnt want to leave the bed as she wanted him to give her more orgasm. She tried like hell to make the relationships work and hopefully taking a woman to a place she had never been would make the relationship totally desirable.
Unfortunately, to her sex was just that sex and she wanted more. She wanted more than several seconds of ecstasy. She wanted that deep soul connection two people reach when they are perfect for each other.
She believed in soul mates and she knew without a doubt that there is that soulmate for everyone. She had known other people who were perfect for each other in every way and that was the soulmate connection he sought.
She picked out items she was going to wear that evening and that included everything that made him appear to be female. She had held onto one relationship strictly for the sex and she was able to be herself totally. She allowed him to try all of his kinky wants and on this particular evening there was to be a threesome.
She had gotten a pedi and mani as well as having her makeup applied professionally. Her wigs had been coifed and her clothing was sexy as hell. She wore a corset, panties, stockings and garter belt, with pink being the dominant color.
She slipped her foot into one stocking working it up her thigh to the garter. Hooking the garter to the stocking she quickly reached for the other stocking and did the same. She picked up her corset and put it on and she admired herself in the full length mirror.
She was totally clean shaven from her face to her toes and not a single hair existed on her chest or crotch areas. She stepped into her skirt, zipped it up the side and she slipped her feet into her high heels.
She put in her two and 1/2 carat diamond earrings and her 20 carat diamond necklace and bracelet. To her jewelry was much needed to pull an ensemble together and her wig was the final piece of her transformation.
She spritz herself with Christian Clive No.1 perfume which wassubtle scents of Indian jasmine and Tahitian vanilla. Tonka bean seeds, sandalwood, cedar wood, musk all together add a touch of delicacy and accuracy. Six months are needed to crystallize the ingredients and then finally get the spice.
She gave herself a once over before leaving her penthouse and she headed towards her Koenigsegg Agera which was parked at the far end of the penthouse property. She got into the car and the platform the car sat on rotated to face the exit.
She sat back and reapplied her lipstick while she waited for the platform to take her to street level. She pushed the button on the remote and and both the inside and outside door opened.
She hid the gas and away she went flying down the street as if she didnt have a care in the world. She was starting to get hard thinking about the coming events of the evening and she so wanted to get kinky.
She sachet into the lounge and headed toward the table with her partner waiting anxiously. She could tell that both of them were overly anxious for the evening to begin but they needed to solidify their plans.
They had agreed on a muscular bisexual male that was in his mid thirties. He was very attractive and he was intelligent as well. Both of them were so excited and they sat down and planned out the evening ahead of them.
They would start with drinks, dinner and go back to her place for the evenings events. He showed up on time which was appreciated by both of them and they sat in a lowly lit corner of the bar and they started with shots of Russian Standard. Platinum vodka.
It was a rich, well rounded vodka that was smooth going down and made an immediate u-turn to the brain. They shared bruschetta and oysters on the half shell and a salad that was to die for.
They laughed, joked and told tales of each of their lives and they got to know each other to the point of comfortability. After 2 hours of “getting to know you” her partner suggested that we go to her place.
They got into their respected automobiles and followed the true female to her place of play. She never, ever brought anyone to her home as that space in her life was sacred. You had to be pretty damn special to be allowed in her home and only 2 men had met her requirements.
She had modified an old warehouse into an awesome dungeon. Starting with the freight elevator and the wooden slats for a door that went up and down. She had walls built and covered with the finest Schumacher Chiang Mai Dragon Aquamarine Wallpaper. As you went from one room to another you could see she appreciated all types of art.
She had favored Monet years back and one room was filled lovely, priceless artwork. She appreciated the talent of sculptures, painters, rug weavers and you name it. She always took in any art form that crossed her path.
She enjoyed photography and nature which she always found something to visually enjoy. Her interests ran from the most mundane evening of sitting back and watching a movie to flying to Paris for desert.
Spirituality was a big part of her life as was astrology. Being a scorpio, she was very intuitive, psychic, sexual, sensual and so much more than the average woman. She was extremely strong mentally as well as physically.
She had done things she wasn’t proud of but it was part of her life and she knew that she was up against the wall so much in her life. She was very classy and driven and no man was allowed to trifle with her emotions.
The evening was going to get wild and crazy and the air was charged with sexual desire.
He had been with his share of women but none of them made him feel like the mistress did. He came to see her and she respected him enough to fulfill his fantasies and he enjoyed his time with her immensely.
He entered her dungeon and she ordered him to put his things on the chair next to the bose radio. She enjoyed music and she always had trance music playing when he saw her. She would turn down the volume as she walked passed the radio and headed towards him to place the handcuffs on each of his wrists.
She hooked his handcuffs together and then hooked them onto the eye hook in the ceiling. She ran a rope through the cuffs and down his back and up his crotch then she pulled the rope through the eye hooks in the ceiling and pulled.
As she pulled on the rope he was forced to stand on his tip toes. There he was with his balls and cock all tied up and no where to go. His calves began to ache from standing on his toes but the pain was inevitable.
He enjoyed pain and he enjoyed receiving pain from her and she was such a pretty woman for her age he so wanted to fuck her. He had hoped that one of his visits would lead him to be in bed with her.
He was only 27 but he just wanted to have one hour with her thats all just one hour. He wanted to suck on her clit and play with her nipples and plunge his cock into her. He so wanted to bring her to orgasm after orgasm.
He wanted to mount her and fuck her like she had never been fucked. He wanted to bury his cock in her as he leaned over and played with her nipples. He knew it wouldn’t take long and she was going to be saying his name over and over. She would beg him to keep fucking her and hearing her cry out would make his cock hard and throbbing.
Yes, the fantasies that danced in his mind turned him on and he couldn’t wait for her to use the “hummingbird” on his throbbing cock. He wanted to release a load of cum and he couldn’t hold back much longer.
The hummingbird was so fucking awesome as it is slipped over the cock and was vibrated by the top of the line vibrator. It is such an awesome feeling that takes you fro 0 to 1000 in literally seconds. Before you know you your cock is spitting like a snake and your body goes limp.
This woman was sexy, everything about her was over the top sexy. It didnt matter if she was wearing jeans or nothing at all she was fucking sexy. She was one of those women that was very attractive without makeup and when she did wear it, she wore a very small amount.
On this day she was wearing a slight bit of blush, pink lipstick and her eyes were outlined in black eyeliner and mascara. She was just stunning for her age and he so wanted to please her sexually.
He wasn’t even aware of the pain in his calves and toes as he hung there dreaming about her. He could feel his cock slipping into her wet, warm mouth and he could feel her apply pressure to his cock with her lips. He could actually feel her stroking his cock as she went up and down his shaft.
She could tell he was getting ready to cum and she would stop all action. She did this over and over until he literally had blue balls. He asked her kindly to let him release but she just laughed at him. She teased his cock in numerous ways and he couldn’t help but get hard when she touched him.
Shibari was one of her specialties and tieing him up like a beef roast was going to be fun. She place a single column rope tie on each wrist and tied the rope to the hooks on either side of him. She did the same with each ankle as well.
His cock throbbed terribly and the rope play would only make it worse. He knew what would come next and the feather / finger tip play across his body was so damn erotic and her light touch made him think of naughty things.
He so wanted to get into queening but he knew that this mistress didn’t play that way. She was attractive, sarcastic, warm, caring, intelligent, kinky, rock solid and independent.
A rare woman indeed and so damn alluring one couldn’t help but be magnetically drawn to her. Her smile reached her eyes as did her kinky thoughts and she knew how powerful she really us.
Her fingers fluttered across his back and down towards his ass and the gentle touch turned into quite the smack on the ass. Her slap stung like a bitch but he so wanted to feel it again and again.
She moved her hands to his hips as she stepped close to him and whispered in his ear. She said ” you’re my bitch to be treated as a bitch should be and you will serve me well my bitch”.
She was so close he could feel her breath right behind his right ear. She gently kissed his ear lobe and she ran her tongue over his ear lobe. He was literally shocked that she was being so physically erotic with him.
Her hands worked their way across his chest and she laid the palms of her hands on his upper chest. She had the music playing low and the lowly lit room was the perfect setting for love making, which he knew would never happen with this mistress, no way, no how not with her.
She dropped her hands and stepped back and she then wrapped her arms around his waste and she moved her body up next to his. He almost had a heart attack when he realized she was naked and he could feel her breasts pushing up against his back.
She then walked around to face him and she moved her face up to his and bit his lip with that sensual, mildly painful kind of lip flirtation. She then kissed him, a deep, throaty kiss that makes you so fucking hard you cant wait to bury your cock into a warm, wet place.
She untied his wrists and ordered him to sit down on the floor and as he did so she pushed him down with her foot. She then walked on him from the groin up to his chest and she squatted.
He could see her lovely clit and her womanly aroma was pleasant like fresh croissants and strawberry curd and he so wished he could eat that pussy. Before he knew it she had positioned herself over his mouth and lowered herself just above his lips.
She told him “my little bitch you are to lick me to orgasm and you better do it damn quick”. He did as he was told and he kept licking and sucking on her until she burst out into the language of what can only be described as someone experiencing an orgasm.
She finished her explosive orgasm and just as politely as she sat down she got up and removed herself. She untied him and ordered him to get dressed, which he did as he was told. She then ordered him to tip her another $150.00 for the pleasure he had given her as it was a privilege not a right to touch her.
She walked him to the door and bid him fair well and to be safe until their next meeting. He could only afford to be in the presence of the mistress once a month and he so wished he could be with her every day, but alas one can only dream.
No one can know what fears that criss cross in a soldiers mind. No one can know the pain that festers inside the wounded hearts. No one can ever feel so much pain and emptiness as a soldier.
He tried to deal with the evil of war but the truth be known he couldn’t do it alone. He feared the dark of the night as he was unable to sleep without being attacked or so he was in his dreams.
She was patient and loving and understood more than he would give her credit for. She wasn’t turned off by his loss of lower limbs and she wasnt turned off by him when he cried or screamed out.
She had a sixth sense and she knew how to look beyond the obvious. She was the first woman he had ever had in his life. She was a woman unlike any other and she filled his heart.
She saw threw him and when she looked at him she saw what so many others were blind to. She was sexy as hell and she always made him laugh with her silly antics or actions.
He laughed until he cried when she told him she would rather fuck his prosthetic then his sorry ass. She was a no holds barred type of woman and he enjoyed every minute of their banter.
It had finally come, the time for him to re-enter the world once again. He had no place to call home and no family members walked the earth any longer. He had a worker that helped find him file for his VA benefits and find a small apartment.
He talked about how the government was fucked up and refused to pay for cannabis for soldiers because it was against federal law. He had smoked weed every day when he was at war. The marijuana helped him so much with his post traumatic stress disorder and he was able to function on all cylinders.
She didnt want to seem forward but she didnt want him left alone in a flat over looking some dingy alley way. She asked him to move in with her because she needed help around her house.
He felt useless and she knew it but she also had learned that he was raised on a farm and learned how to grow a garden, slaughter pigs, cows and chickens and he knew how to do woodwork. She knew he would be an asset to her life just as she was to his.
He finally agreed to move in with her but only if he had his own room. He needed a place just for him to get away and to think. She had agreed and made up the extra room just for him.
She was kinky and proud of it as she put the eye bolts in the ceiling of her bedroom. She hung the swing and adjusted it so both of them were at the same height. She loved sex and the thought of hanging spread eagled for him made her wet.
She packed up his things at the hospital and he said his goodbyes to the other nurses and doctors. She put the board on the bed and on the wheelchair and he skooted across the board to his chair.
He was learning to walk with his prosthetics but he wasn’t good enough yet to walk more than a few steps. He was doing fantastic mentally as well as physically and she helped him into the car, packed up his chair and put it in the trunk.
She took him to her favorite restaurant and they had a lovely dinner. He really enjoyed the food because hospital food sucked big time. They chatted about nothing serious and she placed her hand on his leg.
Giving his leg a little squeeze she looked him in the eyes and told him she was going to suck his cock right there. He laughed and didnt believe a word she had said until she started rubbing his cock through his trousers.
She enjoyed the feel of his hardness and she could only imagine how good they would fit together using her sex swing. She undid his belt and pants and slid the zipper all the way down.
His cock loved the freedom as it did that little bounce when he got excited. He was so turned on he didnt know if he could keep from exploding. She stroked his cock with one hand and with the other she ran her finger down the side of his jaw line.
They had already had several glasses of wine and both were feeling quite relaxed. Her lips glided across his cheek and she whispered into his ear. “My sweetheart, my love I am going to wrap my lips around your cock and blow you away, lol”
She looked around and no one was paying them any attention and that is when she moved her hand on his thigh. Slowly running her hand up and down his leg made him crazy with desire.
He couldn’t help but put his hand on her thigh and slowly worked his way under her dress. Finding themselves more than amused both of them reached for the “stars’. Finding her moist, no wet pussy was a victory to him.
He stroked her clit and fingered her wetness and she stroked his cock and teased the head. They were so turned on they had forgotten that they had ordered desert and it sat in front of them begging to be eaten.
She picked up a fork and poked it into the triple chocolate truffle cake serenaded by pure vanilla bean ice cream. She brought it to her lips and let the chocolate masterpiece mingle with her lips.
As soon as she placed the cake on her tongue she slowly closed her eyes and leaned back. This was just plain hog heaven with a nice hard cock in one hand and a chocolate wonder in her other hand.
She continued to stroke his cock and she took the fork with cake and placed it to his lips. He slowly and seductively licked the chocolate icing as he fingered her lovely vagina. He took a bite of the desert and he said loud and clear with his eyes and his hand that he wanted to fuck.
Like two silly ass teenagers, they laughed and giggled like kids and at the same time both of them got up. She surprised him by insisting on paying the bill. Once outside she pushed him up against the wall and kissed him deeply.
The passion oozed from their pores and they french kissed like no one had ever kissed either of them. She removed her heels because she didnt care if her stockings got runs in them. The only distraction she was experiencing was how her feet hurt her and she had to get her heels off.
Now that her feet could breathe and no longer in pain she wrapped her leg around his and pulled him close. She gave his cock a hug with her hand and they both headed towards the car.
He had happened to park under a street light that wasnt working and both of them new that they had to take advantage of the night. They slid into the car and both of them couldn’t control their hands as they removed each others clothing.
He pushed her back into her seat and he pulled up her dress and buried his face into her crotch. Moving the cloth from her crotch to one side he began to lick and suck on her tender clit.
He was a fantastic lover and being an amputee did not hinder him one bit. She ran her fingers through his hair and grabbed a handful as she began to orgasm. He brought to one orgasm then another then another.
She had never had multiple orgasms and her world was totally rocked. She was literally exhausted and she took his face in her hands and kissed him slowly and romantically. She apologized for not reciprocating and she told him so as he had captured every ounce of her energy.
He kissed her gently and they headed home to drink some wine and cuddle next to the fireplace. He couldn’t wait to get her home and bury his cock deep into her wetness. His cock throbbed all the way home and the anticipation was unbearable.
It all made sense now why she rarely answered his calls, ignored his texts and hadn’t visited him. He had spent thousands of hours thinking about her and his heart didnt want to accept what his head already knew.
He turned over and looked at the curtain as he put piece by piece of a very unattractive picture together. She was selfish, greedy, a liar, a thief of hearts and basically a heartless bitch that could go fuck herself with a red hot poker.
He had all morning and afternoon to think about the cunt and yes she was a cunt. His only desire was to have the day pass quickly so the night shift would clock in. He tossed and turned all day, read the paper, watched the news and was bored as fuck.
He requested a sleeping pill from the afternoon nurse and that helped him sleep away the rest of the afternoon. She entered the ward with the tray of meds and she passed them out at quickly as she could. Returning to the ward he was on, she quickly headed to his bed.
She pulled the curtain back and there he was in all of his glory. Lying on his side, he shifted position and laid on his back. In the midst of getting comfortable the sheet slid off of his naked body.
She couldn’t help but admire him from head to knees. His chest was full and he had a six pack that screamed for her touch. His cock was at half mass and she so wanted to ride him. They are crossed the barrier of nurse/patient but neither cared and they both wanted to be with each other.
They had a mental connection and a physical connection as well. She new that she was alone on the ward and she felt secure enough to remove her clothing. Standing naked before him, she stroked her tender bud as she looked at his cock.
Desiring him was all she thought about so she gingerly climbed on top of him. She stroked his cock and when he began to get further aroused she touched his face delicately with one hand.
He could feel the warmth of her crotch just above her lower abdomen.the touch of her hand made him open his eyes. Slowly he touched her hand and touched her face as well. There connection was electrifying and both felt like they were one with the other.
She leaned over and kissed him and whispered into his ear dear Im going to fuck you like youve never been fucked before. She told him that she admired his cock and she wanted his cock inside of her, all of him.
Moving his cock into position she slowly moved up and down and back and fourth, this excited him so much he couldnt help but shoot his wad inside of her. She made sex fun again and he felt like a man again, if only for a little while.
She stifled out her cries that came with an orgasm and he played with her nipples as she dug her nails into his sides. They laid together over an hour and she listened him talk about the soldiers he had become very good friends with.
He told her about his fiance and she got so pissed at how he had been treated by her. He was a good man, a loving man , a caring man and anyone that didnt want to be with him because he was an amputee was a total idiot.
She could tell instantly that he had so much to offer not only to offer friends and family but any future woman that would enter his life. Her compassion was fresh and always welcome just as her hands roaming his body.
They kissed until both of them were so excited they couldn’t help themselves. She knew it would be painful for him to move so she took the helm. She pulled back the covers and positioned her crotch right above his face as she stroked his cock and balls.
Lowering for him to lick and suck her clit she took his hardness into his mouth. Stroking his cock as she messaged his balls she worked up and down on his cock like a pro. She was very good sexually and she excited him so much that she was unencumbered by the clothing or sheets and blankets.
He sucked and licked and fingered her pussy until his cock was ready to explode. He had her turn around quickly and sit on his member. they moved in unison and both had rock solid orgasms.
She kissed him and thanked him for another wonderful evening and she promised to stop by when she was finished handing out medications.
My husband was a serious coffee drinker, he would drink several pots per day. I, on the other hand have always been a tea drinker. We would sit at the kitchen table and look out at the empty field as we chatted about non consequential subjects.
For the last six years I have sat at the same table with the same cup looking out at the same field. I went through five years of pure hell after he passed and not only have I been alone I have been ripped off numerous as well as being taken advantage of.
Last year began to break that cycle for me and things have been getting better. I am once again attempting to sell my home as well as my rv. I am so ready to have the financial burden of the properties off my shoulders.
I am looking at a serious downsize as I do not need 2800 sq. ft of living space that has two floors. I am no spring chicken so a small ranch will serve me well. I have never been one hard to please and fancy I can live without. I like nice things but I do not need gold toilets and sinks.
There are so many of us in this world, yes you I am talking to you, the person that has no partner or any companionship in your life. After being alone for the last six years I finally realized why I was alone.
The last six years has given me time to heal, grow, learn about myself, find myself and be myself. This is the year that I will meet the one that is to brighten my days and fill my nights.
Im quite comfortable being alone and enjoy my solitude for the most part. Yes, I do get lonely at times but that to passes. If you enjoy your own company then you can be more enjoyable to others.
I have learned so much since I became a widow and I understand how so many others feel. Losing a spouse is sandwiched between losing a child and losing a parent. I have lost a child, husband and both of my parents so I am well versed in death.
I have felt at times that giving up any hope to meet another man was all I had but I no longer feel that way. I will meet someone and yes we will mesh and yes life will be exciting once again.
Yes, you will have the right person come into your life at the right time and not a minute before. We can not force anything, only wait for it to come to us. Sometimes, the road goes from smooth to bumpy to serious pot holes but in the end you will make it and you will be bestowed with happiness, just dont give up.
““If I am what I have, and if I lose what I have, who then am I?”
Nothing can drive one closer to his own insanity than a haunting memory refusing its own death
The night air was cool and felt good as it took over the daytime heat. The sound of the screaming of those on the carnival rides was the first sound they heard as they walked up to the fair entrance. The bells and whistles of the games being played by adults trying to win a stuffed animal for their child reminded her of a time long ago.
They walked into an open barn and inside was the kids 4H club entries of the largest squash, largest pumpkin, the best all around vegetable display and so on. Inside, she was overcome with the flood of memories that came to her.
As a child she had belonged to the 4H club and she had entered into the dressage category for horses. She also had grown vegetables and she enjoyed the fun that came with staying at the fairgrounds with her group.
The sites, sounds and smells brought back so many childhood memories and she remembered how everything tasted. Fairground food is among a food group of its own as the fresh squeezed lemonade draws the bees and the funnel cake draws the crowds.
They were in their own world of memories as they walked the barns and show rings. He grabbed her by the waist and turned her around to the exit on the side of the barn. Like two young kids they began to kiss and their hands began to roam.
He was so turned on he couldnt help but grind his hardon into her pelvic area. Both of them sexually excited as they fought the sexual frustration that comes with not being able to have sex when you want.
He turned her around and lifted her dress seeking out her panties. Grabbing the waist band of her panties he pulled them down to her knees as he forced her to bend over. Unzipping his pants his cock flew out with a mind of its own as it sought out her wetness.
Finding his target he plunged his hardness into over and over, deeper and deeper as they both began to orgasm together. When they were done he pulled up her panties and turned her around and kissed her.
He took her by the hand and they walked back onto the midway and they found themselves in front of the ferris wheel. They got on and sat close to each other as their seats rocked back and forth.
Once they were close to the top they began to make out again and his fingers found her nipples and her hand found his rock hard cock. She stopped kissing him and bent over and took his cock in her mouth.
She stroked his cock while she used her mouth to bring him to a quick and unexpected orgasm. She licked his cock clean and she sat up and they looked at each other and busted out laughing.
- Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
What is it you are afraid of? You watch me from a distance and you try to hack into my email and other accounts. You think I dont know its you? Well, think again because it wasn’t to hard to put the pieces together.
Do you think I am waiting for you to get tired of the lame ass relationship you have? I am not one bit jealous if that is what you are thinking. She is nothing but young, dumb and a fuck to you.
You arent going to marry her and give her babies now are you? Do you think she doesnt want a family of her own because she possibly claims she doesnt want that. You stay in something that is comfortable and safe.
If you wanted her so badly why do you keep track of everything I do online? As far as my passwords, even you are not smart enough to figure them out. I no longer am waiting for you to show your face because I no longer care if you ever do step up.
You either think you are to good for me or you’re to damn insecure to meet me. If I wanted to hurt you I could have long ago. Im not impressed by you or admire you because to me you are just another swinging dick.
I know its you on my facebook, skype, trying to get the passwords to my yahoo and other accounts. You are so vain you think some of the stories I write are about you but you are wrong. I have a very rich imagination and I have plenty of fantasies to write about.
I would so love it if you would meet me and see if there is anything between us. What do you have to fear? Come on, be the man your papa raised you to be. I wont beg and I wont ask you again.I would appreciate it if you would realize how you hurt me leading me on like you have.
I want to move on with my life and let myself be open to others. Im tired of being alone and waiting for you to accept what is, akai ito or unmei no akai ito and yes it is meant to be and deep down you accept it but still fear it.
Did you ever sit back and let moments of melancholy overcome you? Did you ever feel a sadness come over you when you finally accepted the fact that the feelings you had for someone were misguided?
Did you ever feel let down because someone you looked up to was no one to look up to at all? Did you ever feel the cloak of emotions come over you so strongly that tears escaped your eyes?
Did you ever feel so damn foolish that you cannot even look at yourself in the mirror? Did you wonder what did you ever do to have someone want to hurt you emotionally? Why of all people did he pick you to play cat and mouse with?
How did the connection between the two of even begin? Did he not find you online and he has never let go? Did he find you so fascinating he couldnt help but want to creep on you and watch you from a distant?
He finds her so amusing and interesting but he is to fearful of her rejection as he knows she will reject him if she doesnt like him. She has no desire to be part of his personal circus with the press and she has no desire to live the fancy and expensive life.
He enjoys the fruit of his younger girlfriend but he thirsts for intelligent life form elsewhere. His girlfriend isnt stupid but the age difference brings with it many age related differences.
There will come a time when his desire to meet her overcomes any fear he may have. He will finally feel the attraction between the two of them. He will finally know what it is like to surrender your heart to someone and feel safe doing so.
There comes a time when we have to delete people from our lives, maybe they be family or friend. I tend to give people to many chances and all I get is screwed over in the end. I dont have room in my life for people that want to hurt me.
I have finally reached the point that I no longer have any desire to meet or be with someone that is so full of himself I want to puke. He played me twice in the past year but that is over now.
He has a girlfriend and he has no business chatting with anyone as long as he is fucking this chick every two weeks. He wants his cake and eat it to but I will have none of that shit. He doesnt want to end what he has going with her but he also wants to play on the side.
He told me he had respect for me but he doesnt know what the word even means. He gets a kick out of leading people on just to feed his own lame ass ego. Am I pissed? Damn right I am because I dont deserve to be lead on only to be dropped on my face.
O well, good luck and enjoy your games you play online, and no Im not going to feed your ego by posting anything on my fb for you to remark to. You are no man, no you are a little boy that needs to grow the fuck up because you have lost my interest and any respect I ever felt for you.
Looking back my life has changed so much in the past five years. Three years ago I quit smoking cigarettes and a year ago I quit smoking weed for pain. I hate it when something or someone can control me so I took control and stopped two of my vices.
I am no longer involved in the bdsm world and I no longer allow my son or his girlfriend to disrespect me. I had to tell them to leave my home because they refuse to treat me with the respect I am do.
They ended up going to Texas unannounced on someones door step they met online playing League of Legends. My son ended up punching the husband in the face and now he is dealing with assault charges.
He didnt agree with the parents spanking their 3 and 5 year old. My son and Erica both claim to have been abused. Erica may have but my son has never been abused in any way shape or form.
My son thinks I owe him and I have no idea why and he can justify anything he does to anyone. My daughter will be moving to MSU the end of August so it will be just me and my pets.
Im finally getting into a groove that will allow me to have a relationship that will be healthy and happy. I dont have time for games online or the bullshit of those that are too insecure to let go of a relationship that is going no where.
For the lame ass fool that thinks he is so damn smart and you know who you are go fuck yourself. I am too much of a real woman and obviously to much for you to handle as you prefer those ten years younger because they can be played so easily.
Dont read anything I write or look at my pictures because you have no intention of ever meeting me so dont follow me online. Maybe one day you will be able to handle a real woman but obviously not at this time. FYI, it hurts when someone leads you on and tells you they want you and they insist on you repeating the same thing over and over to them.
You follow me online and chat with me a year ago when you were living with your girlfriend. Now, a year later you are contacting me again and you tell me you no longer live with your girlfriend you just fuck her every other week.
You have either gotten comfortable with your current situation or you just arent ready to accept the fact that your relationship is nothing but a waste of time. If you two were meant to be together you wouldn’t have moved out or she moved out.
You chat with me for days in a row then you disappear yet you say you respect me. Why did you contact me at all if you had no intention of ever meeting me? I dont care if you are boning her I would meet you just not fuck you while you are fucking her.
If you werent attracted to me you would never have followed me online like you have for so long. What are you waiting for? What are you afraid of? I either like you or I dont and I think you fear that I wont like you.
You are wasting time and time is something we dont really have alot of. Do something that will impress me, try meeting me in public instead of hiding behind a computer. I think you owe me at least that much.
Dont bother looking for me on any bdsm sites and I have deleted my website as well. I am no longer involved in the lifestyle and trying to adapt to the vanilla world. I think you understand what I am experiencing as you have been involved in the vanilla world for so long. I do not believe you have ever experienced a submissive female to the full extend of the meaning.
I really have no desire to be with a submissive male but that seems to be the majority of men in this world. I asked a friend to help me change a tire and he kept telling me it wouldnt go on.
Im like for fucks sake do I have to do everything? He was trying to put the tire on backward and I am just standing there thinking to myself, what the fuck???? I am forever being let down by men and Im so over the bullshit.
I have someone who chatted with me a year ago, we were going to meet and he disappeared into thin air. Ok, if you’re going to be an asshole dont bother me because you are involved, married or living with someone.
It’s now a year later and he was back contacting me on skype. Of course he never shows his face and gets a kick out of being mysterious. True form he has done the same thing again about a month ago was our last chat.
He is obviously intrigued by me but he is hanging onto a relationship going nowhere fast. He told me he wanted me and he wanted me to say the same back to him like three times. What is the point of asking someone about their feelings when you have no intention of meeting them face to face.
He thinks he is all that but he isnt because a man doesnt lead a woman on and he doesnt sneak behind his girlfriends back visiting bdsm sites. He will never find what he is looking for on those sites and he isnt bright enough to see what stands before him is his soulmate.
Why do you want to lead me on only to drop me flat? I do not deserve to be treated that way and you know it. Get your shit together and move forward instead of staying in the same situation day after day. You show me not an ounce of respect even though you say you respect me.
I’ve come along way in the past five years and I am finally ready to give my all to someone who wants to give me their all. My kids are gone and its just me and my pets which opens my life up for a relationship.
You follow me and think about me everyday almost and you lie next to her wondering how you’re going to end it with her without hurting her. She will be fine and its time for you to follow your personal desires.
You chatted with me a year ago and now that you are no longer living with her you are back. Maybe that all changed and you got married who knows? It’s not fair of you to put me in a position that I have to declare my desire for you over and over.
Then you disappear and I dont hear from you, not sure what you think you are doing but it is really mean and unkind to lead someone on with no intention of meeting her. You told me you respected me, well I do not feel respected in the least.
Im just not sure how many people I am chatting with, one or two? Stop with the games get focused and leave what doesnt serve you.
You have been following online for what, 5-6 years now? Not sure if there are one or two of you but whom ever has been chatting with me on skype its time to step up. You think I dont know you are still playing with your girlfriend?
You think I am not aware that she is in your arms while I am in your mind? You think I dont know that you are fucking her with me on your mind? You are so afraid to let me in and I am afraid of you as well.
I am opening myself up to you but I will not be your doormat or second fuck. I just refuse to share my body with you and your girlfriend. I have no problem with meeting you,spending time with you but I will not fuck you unless its a one on one relationship.
I really wish you would either work things out with her , which by the way wont last but do what you must. You and I are twin flames and soul mates so deny it all you want I will never be far from your mind.
Her life had been filled with strife and loss and the only constant in her life was her secret admirers online. They followed her wanting to know everything about her and the more they read her writings the more they wanted to experience her.
It had been a very hot day and she was laying out completely naked soaking up the sun. She thought about rubbing suntan oil all over his body and the very thought of massaging his ass and cock got her wet.
She fantasized about kissing him and getting him excited physically and the thought of mounting him was uncontrollable. They had the privacy of the beach by themselves which made it more appealing to slip him inside of her.
She guided him into her as she leaned over and brushed her nipples against his lips, taunting him to suck and lick them. She began moving slowly back and forth digging her nails into his hands.
She moved back and forth rubbing her clit on his lower abdomen and he let go of her hands only to dig his fingers into her ass cheeks. She screamed out as her orgasm began to build and this got him beyond aroused.
He grabbed her and flipped her off of him and onto all fours and he positioned himself behind her with his knees pushing her legs farther apart. Once positioned comfortably he guided his rock hard cock into her wetness.
Grabbing her hips he thrust into her with an unexpected tightness for a woman of her age. They rocked together and he teased her clit with one of his free hands which made them cum together.
After their explosive orgasms they fell back on the sand laughing and holding hands. He brought her hand up to his lips and gently kissed her hand. They looked deep into each others eyes and the unspoken truth that kept them connected finally revealed itself.
Some of us have experienced some very painful relationship issues and those lessons have taught us to be very self protective. I have tried for a very long time to let go of all of the disappointment and loss in my life.
Yes, I am wiser and will never allow anyone to use me like I once was. My husband was a submissive, needy as hell and always looking to be more and have more then he was entitled to.
I am now trying to learn to open up and let people in, let people see the real me, let them into my private world and private moments. There is someone I have been drawn to for literally years but we have yet to meet.
What I want from him cannot be purchased only given freely and I do believe he is doing some healing himself. He is a good person that deserves to be treated in a way that makes him wake up with a smile and a lift in his step.
He is a very hard worker and always on the go but its time for him to slow just a bit and smell the roses. It has finally reached the point that both of us need to open up and be somewhat accepting of another.
At first I danced around this person but I have learned a strong person is only strong when they can let their guard down. If I never allow myself to open up than I can never grow as a person or be open to healthy relationships.
My life has done a 360 this month and I look at life much differently than I did at one time. I have walked away from a part of my life because I no longer need to feel control. I have made some substantial changes in my and I am ready to close doors.
The last material connection I have to my husband is our home and I have lowered the price just to get out of here. My rv I have done the same thing with, just lowered the price to get rid of it.
I dont know what my future holds but getting away from negative energies is my prime goal. When you divorce or become a widow it is always best to move on and leave all the pain behind.
Once I can totally let go of my past I will move on to happier times and a healthier life. I will be able to unload unwanted and unneeded painful reminders of where I have been. Then and only then will I be able to continue writing and sharing my fantasies.
So many dates start with dinner then a movie and so many also end up in bed with the person. She so wanted to meet him but she wasn’t the type of woman that dinner and a movie moved her.
She was a woman that enjoyed animals and the outdoors and she prefered their first date be something that required comfortable clothing. No fancy suits, dresses or heels just two people getting to know each other without the pressure that comes with wanting to look like a professional.
She was more than happy to walk her dogs in the park, go the festivals, fairs simple things. She found dates to be more interesting when she could be herself and be comfortable in the environment.
She knew one day the right man would come into her life and she could picture herself walking up to him and place her hands on his face. She brought her lips to his and kissed him gently.
Her hands roamed his face, neck and chest and she could see herself slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She could feel the warmth of his skin and a simple kiss turned into a serious make out session for these two.
They couldn’t get enough of each other as the attraction was something neither of them had felt in a long time. She wanted to have sex but she refused to be someones sloppy seconds. She made him aware that to fuck her he had to commit to a one on one sexual relationship.
She didnt want to control him but she respected herself to much to let any man use her for a semen depository. Once he was willing to commit to her sexually then he would experience a sexual experience that would be so damn exciting.
In her mind’s eye she could see herself removing his clothing piece by piece. She loved the feel of his body and she liked running her hands over his ass. He had a nice hard on and that so turned her on.
She couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her and the two of them rocking together. She couldn’t wait for the day that they would finally consummate their relationship. As long as he had his freedom and she did as well both would find a very satisfying time together.
Her biggest fear was that he would fall in love with her like so many others. She wasn’t one to hurt others intentionally but when pushed she had no choice. Her sub had crossed the line and she had to cut him free.
He had fallen for her and he had fallen hard. He was married but in his mind he would do as he so pleased and if that included cheating on his wife he would do that. He would come visit her and he tried to buy her love.
He bought her all types of kinky gifts and he thought spending money on her and buying her gifts was the way to her heart. She wasn’t a material person and no she would have nothing to do with him physically.
She kept telling him that she was his domme and nothing more. She refused to involve herself with a submissive as she had no respect for subs. He wasn’t attractive to her in the least bit and she tried not to hurt him.
He finally woke up and realized that they would never have a vanilla relationship. He like so many other subs male and female looked for love in the bdsm world. The vanilla world held no love for them or so they thought.
She considered him a friend and nothing more and he finally realized that she was true to her word. She was never going to have an exclusive relationship with him. Not only was he not attractive to her he suffered from erectile dysfunction as well.
She was to sexual of a woman to settle for a man that had a cock that wouldn’t get hard. She was glad that her sub finally went on his way as he really offered her nothing. Now her alpha man turned her on and excited her.
She hadnt felt anything like this since she was in her teens and it seemed so foreign. They continued to play their cat and mouse game but one day soon they would be meet .Then and only then would like know for sure if they had an undeniable attraction.
He had experienced so many skanky women around the world and he had fun doing it for a while but then he got bored. Sure, he wanted sex as often as he could get it but he got tired of women of that caliber.
He finally had reached the point in his life that he wanted more than sex, he wanted to meet someone that mentally excited him. He wanted, no he needed a challenge and he found the perfect woman.
She was dominant as himself and his desire to flex his mental muscle was exciting as hell. The attraction between the two of them was strong, powerful and comfortable. He appreciated the fact that she had worked damn hard her entire life, raised two kids by herself for the last five years and she was intelligent.
Her strength was obvious as she was steadfast in her opinions and she danced to her own beat. She wasnt needy, didnt want to marry, didnt want more children and sure as hell refused to let anyone clip her wings.
She had no desire to control a partner but her alpha counterpart tried to flex his control over her. What the alpha male didnt realize is she had played him. They chatted on skype and neither knew what each other looked like, he had looked at old pics of her and yes she had changed a bit with age. He on the other hand refused to show himself which was fine because when they had first met she was curious of his appearance but no longer.
She sat back thinking about how superficial all of us are when it comes to dating. We are stimulated by the appearance of someone. All of us judge by appearance and by doing so we tend to close the door before we allow that person to walk through the door.
She was no longer interested in his appearance because she enjoyed chatting with him regardless of his appearance. She already knew he was a very strong alpha male but trying to control her was a joke.
The banter between the two of them was funny and the respect between each other was obvious. He told her he wanted her and asked her if she wanted him. He wanted her to say it not once, not twice but over and over.
She sat back and laughed at him because he thought he was in total control of her. He had to know that he controlled her because that fed the part of his ego that enjoyed control. She knew a strong woman knows she can feed another’s desires without losing herself.
She strung him along because she needed to know if he really was interested in her or just her pussy. He had said the words she needed to hear and when he asked her to say she wanted him she had danced around the words.
She knew how long to string him along before his frustration level was so that he threatened to delete her or funnier yet he threatened to ban her for a week, roflmao. He would come and go and she wouldn’t hear from him for days so to ban her was no biggy.
She finally admitted to him she was attracted to him mentally but she didnt know physically if there was attraction. She let him think that she had given in to him but what he didnt know was she had been the coach and he was her player.
So many underestimated her and thought her to be just another run of the mill female until they talked to her. She wasn’t the type of woman that wanted anyone to clipping her wings. She needed to soar at her own pace and she refused to let anyone tell her what to do.
Being a grown woman she had no need or desire to control anyone. She wanted her mate to grow and she was secure enough to want him to travel, feel free to do as he pleased without the bitching.
She didnt want anything more from a male than companionship occasionally and great sex. She was not one that would allow jealousy to enter her mind or deal with jealousy of a mate.
She wasn’t the type to be in a relationship with someone and cheat with another. If she desired to date someone else she would definitely say so. She knew if her head was being turned then it was time to end the relationship.
It was obvious these two were drawn to each other but the alpha male felt the need to flex his muscle. She knew the way to deal with a male like him is to feed his fantasy of controlling her. She was secure enough to let him think that he was controlling her and that was the secret to their relationship. As long as he believed he was in control things went smoothly.
If we knew each other’s secrets, what comforts we should find.
No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.
There are no secrets better kept than the secrets everybody guesses.
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown
He was gifted beyond his years and he was able to make quite a nice living which spilled over into his life of retirement. He had held the top scorer position in his sport for the last decade or so but even that to was coming to an end.
He sat back and watched the up and coming player finally passed him in most scores. This was hard on his ego for sure as the take over goal would take him out of the limelight as far as the record holder.
He was quite proud of his sporting accomplishments as he should be but along the way he became arrogant and full of himself. He had been snatched up early in his career and he was a household name. But now that he will be losing the title of number one, life wasn’t looking so pretty.
He knew one day this would happen but he didnt realize how much it would affect him psychologically. His life had many ups and downs and he had it all at one time which encompassed his place in the sporting world, friends and families.
Like so many that play a sport end up retiring do to medical reasons and he was no different. His life was coming full circle and he was starting to realize what was really important in his life.
He realized that all of the material things he had wanted he had purchased long ago, he had traveled to almost every country he wanted to, he had married, raised a family and divorced and he will want to find someone to enjoy his golden years with.
He enjoyed being single and not having to answer to anyone but why couldn’t he have that and a great relationship? Why did he or should he have to answer to anyone? Why couldn’t he just enjoy someones company without all of the commitment/ownership that comes with trying to build a relationship.
So there he sat lost in his fantasy as he watched the bottom of the white satin nightgown flapping in the wind. The moon was full and he could see her erect nipples through the material. Her long blonde hair was being blown by the wind as well.
It was as if she had come out of his dream and into his real life. She glanced at him and smiled as she began to walk towards him. She took his hands and held them to her breast as she licked his earlobe.
She couldn’t help but rub his cock and the stiffness turned her on so much. She became quite wet and he was enjoying feeling her nipples, down her abdomen and between her legs. He was so turned on he was about to bust a nut with little or no help what so ever.
She sat on his desk and had him sit in the chair and scoot up to the desk. She lifted her tight gown as she rested her legs on his shoulders. She grabbed his head and forced his face into her wetness.
She was so excited she couldnt wait to cum and he had her on the edge. He backed off of her and reached to pull her up. He took her hand and led her to the couch and he undid his belt and zipper and pulled down his pants.
His rock hard erection wanted nothing more than to rest in a nice warm, wet place. He slipped between her legs spreading them apart with the strength of his inner thighs. He positioned himself and he entered her with a rush of excitement he had never experienced before.
She wanted him so badly but she would not allow him to treat her the way he had treated so many others, I mean seriously she thought to herself. No she wasn’t going to be a piece of ass, a fun time, a quick lay.
He was so taken aback at her rejection of him he literally turned three shades of red in embarrassment. He apologized to her and asked her to please excuse his behavior. She was just as guilty as he was but he felt it be important to be a gentleman.
She pushed him off of her and she told him that he wouldn’t treat her the way he treated so many young ignorant girls he was boning or had boned.
The one thing she did know about him is his greatest desire was going to come true.
He wanted to be a coach like so many other players when they retire. This would happen soon enough as he had been working towards a coaching position. He was also getting tired of skanky women, cheap pieces of ass and ignorant women. Actually he was sick of ignorant people in general.
He was like so many others as he fed off of the attention of his fans. He was famous but he didnt realize how empty he would feel once he no longer held records. That is why he wanted to coach, so he could feel that winners adrenaline rush again.
He loved the power he got from being famous and at one time getting any piece of ass he wanted was part of his life. He did a fuckathon and got his fill of random pussy but he finally realized that quality not quantity was important.
His life was going to go through several drastic moves and one would be his involvement with an older, more mature woman who would teach him much and his employment status would change and he would once again dazzle the world with his skill and talent.
She walked up to him and kissed him hard as she let her hand drift down to his cock. She began to fondle him as she kissed him. She told him he was going to give her what she wanted and that was cock.
She wanted him to fuck her and she ordered him to do so. He was taken aback because the women he had fucked never would ask for cock even if they did give up pussy. Women just didnt ask for sexual favors because they werent secure enough.
She had gotten his cock beyond rock hard and she whispered into his ear come with me my dear. She took him by the hand and lead him over to his desk. She bent over the desk and lifted her dress and spread her legs wide.
She told him to spank her hard and then fuck her like the true slut that she was. She had turned him on so much but he never expected her to ask for a spanking. He loved spanking bare asses and hers was no exception.
He spanked her ass until it was beat red and then he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her further over the desk. Here she was legs spread, ass red waiting to be fucked deep hard and fast.
He finally had her exactly where he wanted her and he put his cock into and then drove his cock as far into her as possible. He couldnt help but ride her like the true filly that she was.This was a wonderful fantasy of his and one day he would make it come true.
The roar of the crowd brought him back to reality and he looked up at the tv to see the player being praised for beating his record. He sat alone because he just couldn’t bare to have anyone see him feeling so deflated. He ended up getting a bit of solice from the fact that he doubted anyone would hold the record he had held for so long. Yes, he may no longer be the player with the most goals but he was a player that held records for years and he doubted anyone would ever beat those records.
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
Today was going to be fun and exciting and sexy of course. As she slipped her foot into the right pant leg of her new latex suit her mind began to wonder. She slipped her left leg into the suit and zipped it on over her hips.
She positioned her breast so they were not only comfortable but made themselves quite desirable as well. She zipped up the suit and slipped on her thigh high leather boots. She brushed her hair and put it up in a bun and she added the slightest bit of makeup but it was just enough to enhance her beauty.
Her bimbo whore cross dresser was ready and willing to do anything his mistress requested of him. He was a kinky fucker who would try anything new and he even had begged his mistress to be her human toilet.
The mistress was totally disgusted by the thought of anyone being a human toilet and nada, nope she wasn’t going engage in “distasteful unpleasantries.” She would never stoop below her own standards regardless of how much someone wanted her to do it.
She had clients that would pay her handsomely if she would piss on him and then sit on a queens throne so she could piss in his mouth and drink every bit of her sweet nectar. She didn’t see it that way and she made it clear she would not engage in acts of that nature.
The mistresses bimbo whore would be used as she saw fit and she did have a couple of clients that wanted to be forced to suck cock. Why do they call it forced bi? No one is being forced, its all a mind fuck that people like.
They like a strong female telling to remove their clothing and come over to her. They got off on how easy it was for the mistress to call them a cum sucking useless little bit that should be wearing panties and sitting in the corner sucking on his thumb.
Her clients just loved that and so enjoyed when she humiliated and disgraced them. They obviously tie their childroom experiences into adult fetishes. If you listen when people talk they will tell you all about themselves and how they are tied to their fetish.
She had a lot of cross dressing clients and that was an easy one explain. As children we are immediately put into m/f group. We are to dress a certain way and to play a certain way and moms/sisters clothing was a definite no no. So many little boys get turned on by the feel of stockings or panties and that is how their fetish begins.
The stockings shimmered a little bit in the light as the pair of stockings were hanging over the show door. He couldn’t help but sneak a touch and it shot a jolt through his body. His little adolescent cock got rock hard.
He double checked the door to be sure it was locked and he slid the stocking down through his hands. He unzipped his pants and he began to rub his cock on the stocking and before he had even realized it he had cum all over the stockings, his pants and his hands.
He cleaned himself up and the stocking and he hoped his sister would never know what he had done to her stocking. Every chance he got he would masturbate on her stockings and the experience was so pleasurable that it followed him into adulthood.
She had a client later that afternoon who wanted to do the forced bi thing so she had her bimbo whore dress the part. She was to wear her red wig, red lipstick, panties, stockings and garter. She was ordered to sit in the chair in front of the stockade and the client was ordered to lie on the spanking bench and his head through the stockade.
She ordered the bimbo to get his little clitty hard so her client could suck on it. The bimbo began to get hard the more he thought about getting a blow job. The thought of another sucking his cock never bothered him and he was even open to getting fucked in her pussy hole.
As the bimbo’s cock got hard he held his cock up straight and forced it into the mouth of the client. The client was ordered to suck the cock and get better drink every bit of the cum juice. The bimbo wanted nothing more than to let his wad go but he knew he better not unless he was given the ok.
His cock and balls ached because he wanted to cum so bad and he began to ask the mistress if he could please cum. After him begging her for what seemed like an hour she gave permission for the bimbo to cum.
The client wasn’t prepared for how fast and warm the cum was and as it shot into the back of his throat. He licked every drop and while he was doing that told him what a pathetic piece of shit of a man he was and he instantly got rock hard again.
He loved coming to see her because she said exactly what he liked to hear and she treated him exactly like he wanted to be treated. He had been with plenty of women but not a single one of them got him as excited as this mistress did.
She ordered her bimbo to come to the back of the spanking bench and she ordered him to fuck her client. Her bimbo did exactly that and they both wore masks that covered their eyes so the fantasy got more intense when one cannot see.
She was glad she had covered the spanking bench with a small blanket because her client just shot his wad all over the bench and so did the bimbo. He ordered the bimblo to get a warm cloth and to clean the client.
She ordered him to put the small blanket into the wash and to be sure to add bleach. Her client heard the timer go off and that was his que that the session was over. He dressed himself and handed her the fee they had agreed upon and he gave her a fifty dollar tip for which she thanked him as she walked him to the door.
Its been one of those days, the kind of day you just want to close your eyes and forget. You walk over to the bar and pour yourself a scotch neat and you turn and head towards the sofa.
You sit down and loosen your tie and take a healthy drink of your drink. You kick back and remove your shoes and lift your legs with the leg lift. You find yourself getting very comfortable and you begin to think about one of your favorite fantasies.
You are lieing back in the chair with your feet up and you feel your cock twitch. She is so attractive and intelligent and you can see her cherry red lips and you begin to wonder how those lips would feel on your cock.
You rub your hardness and decide to undo your belt and let your stiff cock spring free. In your mind you can see her lovely breasts and the desire to touch and suck on her nipples is extremely powerful.
You begin to stroke your cock as you imagine her sitting on your chair facing you. You imagine her telling you to guide your hardness into her wetness. The thought of such an act is extremely alluring.
You can see her riding your cock and she rides you right into a field of orgasmic sensations. This woman just keeps you thinking about sex all of the time and you can see her getting up from the chair.
She orders you to lie back in your chair and she then places her clit just above your lips and she orders you to lick her until she cums. You begin to stroke and suck on her clit while you finger her pussy.
She is stroking your cock and she decides to turn around so she can suck your cock as you suck on her clit. Both of you are extremely sexual and you are so enjoying yourself as she squirts as you cum and together.
Before you know you you fall asleep in your chair but not before putting your cock away. You find yourself being woken up by your secretary and you have that cheshire cat smile on your face, only you know why.
Isn’t it funny how you can wrap up a twenty five year relationship in a matter of under a minute? Ask anyone how long it would take them to sign divorce papers and they will tell you under five minutes, that is if things are cut and dried.
We meet someone, our heart skips a beat, we decide to marry, raise a family and what happens so often is we lose respect for our partner. We learn all about our partner’s shortcomings as well as strengths.
We know how to really piss off our partner or how to make them really happy. Over the years you learn how to deal with your partner’s every emotion. We come to know our partner so well, or so we think.
Our marriage has become predictable and boring as hell and even our sex life is nothing more than an achieved orgasm, which of course any man can give himself and if he’s really good he can gain a stroke as he switches hands.
You watch the 11:00 pm news, go to bed without any excitement, wake up, go to work and do it all again the next day. You wake up thinking about how you, at one time, you didn’t want to go to sleep and miss a single moment of your partner’s life but now you would prefer not to even see your partner.
You wake up and out of nowhere you ask yourself “who is this person” lying next to you. You wonder what went wrong and how you ended up on one side of the bed. You go to work not looking to cheat or even to meet anyone exciting.
Then, wam out of the blue you meet someone that knocks your sox off. You get that giddy, silly feeling and everything about you changes. People around you notice you smiling and getting lost in thought.
People have no idea you, you of all people would ever have an affair let alone glance at someone that draws your attention. You are perfect in every way, you work, pay the bills, fuck the wife once every three months, if you are lucky.
You find yourself emotionally fucked up over someone and you want to be with that person all of the time. You begin to meet this new person as often as you can and then you find that you have gotten yourself all wrapped up in fantasizing and thinking about this person.
Finally, you find yourself wanting to help the person out not only emotionally but financially and physically and you so want to taste that person. You find yourself masturbating to the vision of that person in your mind.
You find yourself rubbing one off in the bathroom at work and you find yourself horny all of the time. The two of you make the decision to cross over and the passion and excitement in the bedroom is awesome.
You begin to steal moments away which have lead to months and one day lieing in a hotel bed in France with the rain beating against the window she asks the question. The question we do not want to hear or deal with but we knew it was going to eventually be asked and the unspoken words have finally escaped the lips.
When are you getting a divorce? Now the relationship is no longer fun and games but serious decisions have to be made. What we really want is a hall pass, a chance to go out with other people and find the passion in life once again.
We cannot blame our mate for the staleness of our marriage and we cannot blame them for how dead we feel inside. We are so taken by that giddy feeling that we want nothing more than to be with that person that lights up our lives.
We forget about how we used to feel about our mate and we begin to plan a major change in our relationship. We move out of our home into an apartment or even in with the person of our affection.
So you have let yourself stray from the marital relationship and the person was or is probably younger than you. That person made you feel young once again and they make you feel desirable and who doesn’t like to feel desirable?
To move out gives you a chance to be by yourself, coming home to an empty house or maybe a pet, you grab a frozen dinner, microwave and watch tv. You crack a beer or have a glass of wine and you reflect.
When you first move out you are like a kid in a candy store as you display your personality through the way you have decorated your apartment. You give a key to the new person in your life and over time you realize you have fucked up.
You do not want to marry this person and you do not like the way they have all of these little annoying habits. The sex which was once fantastic has also slowed down quite a bit. Once again you have to make a decision that you do not want to deal with.
You know you do not want to go back home but you also know you do not want the new person to have a key let alone much of your time any longer. When the other person realizes that the relationship is going nowhere they begin to look for a new partner while you are trying to figure out how to end the relationship.
You are someone trying to capture a time long ago lived and you find you do not enjoy reliving those days. Once enjoying being a professional soccer player in his youth he now plays golf-a safe geriatric game that is personally challenging and you can even play with yourself.
You make it through three months of monogamous dating and your lives have fallen into a pattern. It always seems that one person wants the fun but no commitment while the other one wants a commitment around the third month.
You no longer enjoy going to the bar, clubbing, partying of any kind and all you want is to meet that one person that will complete you. You want more than giddy and silly feelings you want that one person that is literally your better half.
You now are not only dealing with a soon to be x you are now dealing with the soon to be gone snatch. You finally realize you want to be alone, you need to be alone and you find yourself spending a lot of time alone.
You go through a growth period of finding yourself. You are not the same person you were a year ago and you wont be the same person a year from now. You reach a point that you want a friend, a friend that you can enjoy spending time with. You don’t look for sex you look for depth in a person, someone intelligent, funny, warm, caring, considerate, a great cook and a great fuck.
This person will not be someone younger than you they may be around your age or around ten years older. You find this person to be on your level in every way and when you think about that person your heart feels something it hasnt felt in a very long time.
You find yourself having feelings on a deep, mature level and you really want to kick back and enjoy your so called golden years with someone that makes you laugh, makes you feel happy.
Isn’t that the way things usually happen?
For every good reason there is to lie, there is a better reason to tell the truth.
I’m for truth, no matter who tells it. I’m for justice, no matter who it’s for or against.
How many of you woke up to the other side of your bed empty? How many of you woke up holding a pillow close to your chest? Maybe some of you are glad that the other side of the bed is empty and some of you I am sure miss the body that used to fill that space.
Today, is the fifth anniversary of my husband’s death. He died ten days after his birthday. I cannot describe how I feel as it is a strange feeling as we were going through a divorce.
We were one month away from making things final when we found out he only had a month to live. Of course I was very angry at the things he did to me during the divorce but karma stepped in and I did the right thing.
I brought him home and to be honest it felt just like it did when we were together. Empty is how I felt and I flipped my shit when he died. I totally had a mental breakdown. I was actually losing my shit during the divorce and his death was the only string left that needed to be pulled, if you know what I mean.
It feels so strange and the only thing I can say is I truly do wonder if I will have someone in my life that helps be to forget April 26, 2011. I do miss the feel of a body next to me as sleeping with someone by your side is comforting.
I miss the man that was to become my very best of friends. I miss the man that was with me during every positive and negative thing in my life for the past 21 years I believe. As you can tell my marriage didnt mean much as I do not even know for sure how long we had been married. I do remember that we married June 3, 1994.
I have had to struggle for the first 3/12 yrs after he died. I had lost my kids to the state because I just could not take care of them mentally. Im not proud to have to admit that but not to be honest then I couldn’t tell you my story.
After my husband died I was so mentally scrambled and couldn’t even take care of my pets. I had severe depression suck me up like the dirt in the carpet. I had to go through hoops to get the kids back but I finally did get them back.
Because my daughter was actually taken away from me she qualified for a grant to help her through college. It was terrible when they took her away and my heart was broken to watch her cry as they drove away.
She had to stay with this foster family for about two weeks before I could get her back. It is amazing how something good can always come from something bad? She got help with college so yes something good happened out of something terrible.
My son was in the hospital battling depression as well as being bipolar.I had to drive an hour one way to see him every Saturday for several hours. He got a lot of help but he also held alot inside about his dad.
So here I sit trying to pick up all of the pieces that I have become, trying to find a part of me that is settled.I so wish to find that quiet place inside that one feels safe and secure and one feels like they are home again.
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Food plays a large part of our lives besides nourishing our bodies. Meetings at lunch or dinner are shared and deals are sealed over a meal. Our family memories are surrounded by food as well.
I always looked forward to Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners with my family. Im referring to the family that raised me and knew me back when. I so enjoyed the camaraderie that was part of the occasion.
Those dinners were a time of family uniting for a few hours and catching up on everyone’s lives. Dinner was made by my grandmother who was the best southern cook in southeastern Michigan.
I am so glad I learned how to cook and the smells, o yes those smells remind of my grandmother. I am a damn good cook but I could never hold a candle to my grandmother. My ability to cook is being passed down to both of my children and my son has laid claim to my cast iron skillet.
Food seems to be part of almost every special occasion in our lives starting with our marriage. If you were one of those people that had a wedding with many guests then of course dinner was served.
Remember when you gave or received your engagement ring? Did you receive it over dinner or celebrate with a meal to follow? How many special occasions have you been to that involved food?
So many women today do not know how to cook so they are unable to teach their children. This is such a shame because traditional cooking brings forth traditional foods made by your mother, father, or grandparents.
I have yet to meet a man that didnt enjoy a home cooked meal as home cooking is so much better than eating at a restaurant. I do feel sorry for those that spend hours on end traveling and living out of hotels and eating take out.
If you want to put a smile on a man’s face then cook him a meal at home and of course men always like two things that is a home cooked meal and pussy and if you do not agree with me then you do not know men.
She enjoyed wearing ladies clothing and she also enjoyed the feeling of being an attractive woman. She took hormones to grow small breasts which she enjoyed having nipple torture performed on.
The mistress showed her where the bathroom was and told her to feel free to change from her male street clothing into her lavender bra, crop top, mini skirt, garter belt, stockings and high heels.
She was very tall and thin and her legs went clear up to her ass and were quite shapely. She cleaned up nicely for a cross dresser and didnt wear those tacky wigs. She had good taste in clothing as well as shoes.
Amanda enjoyed the feel of being helpless and when the mistress put the wrist cuffs on her and hooked her to the ceiling eye bolts Amanda being to get excited. The mistress put the spreader bar on each of her ankles and Amanda’s little clitty got extremely excited.
The mistress pulled up Amanda’s skirt and she put clothespins on Amanda’s little clitty and also on her nipples. Amanda really enjoyed cbt and her clitty loved the sensation that came with the violet wand and the tens unit.
The mistress flicked her nipples and pinched her tiny breasts and Amanda was so enjoying the feeling. The mistress turned and walked to her toy closet and she removed the tens unit and walked back to Amanda.
She attached new electrode pads to the tens unit and removed the clear covering on the sticky part of the pads. She then put the tens unit pads on Amanda’s jewel bag and on her clitty as well.
The four electrodes were placed strategically to provide the full effect to the groin area. It was funny how some of her clients enjoyed the tens unit pads put on either side of their asshole. The mistress would have them bend over and spread their cheeks so she could watch their asshole dance with every pulse of electricity.
Amanda also enjoyed the violet wand so the mistress once again opened up her toy closet and took out the violet wand and its attachments. She plugged it in then sat it down and turned her attention back to the tens unit.
She turned on the unit and turned it up slowly just to give a nice little pulsing of electricity. Picking up the violet wand and turning it on she talked to Amanda as she put the wand to Amanda’s nipples.
She was thoroughly enjoying the two sensations and the mistress would go from her breasts to her balls. She would increase the intensity every few minutes and Amanda’s little clitty began to grow.
She got extremely excited from the sensations but she didn’t want release. The mistress would do little things to make the clitty real hard and then she would do things that made the clitty go limp again.
This form of tease and denial drove Amanda crazy but she would get no release as she had told the mistress at the beginning of the session that there would be no release requested. Mistress was always good at listening to her clients desires and she knew that Amanda would really enjoy a release but that would have to wait until the next session.
The alarm went off and the session was over and mistress told Amanda to return to the bathroom and transform herself back into the vanilla world male that she really was. She also told Amanda that she could have had an awesome release but she had told mistress that she didn’t want one.
Amanda was driven to the sexual edge over and over without the release. This build up drove her to fantasize about what the mistress would do to give her the awesome release she had spoken about.
She knew that she would have to schedule another appointment soon with this mistress. She had really enjoyed her session and she enjoyed the mistress as she let Amanda be herself and there was no judgement.
The mistress understood the psyche of people especially those in the bdsm world and she accepted everyone for who they really were. She knew that everyone had secret desires and she was glad to feed those desires.
I bet most of you have no idea how truly remarkable the penis is. Even though the human penis isnt like most others as there is no bone and the erection is accomplished by blood flow only.
The human penis also is the only penis that has a mushroom head. Did you ever stop to think why the penis has been designed the way it is? I bet you didnt know that a woman can get pregnant from a man she has never had sex with!
Sounds impossible right? Nope, quite possible and has happened as well. When a female has unprotected sex with one male and he leaves his semen in her that semen has a life span of up to five days in the female body.
If she then has sex with another male that sperm can lodge itself onto the penis, especially the men who have that shar pei penis. Dont know what a shar pei penis is? Its an uncircumsized penis, all that extra skin reminds me of a shar pei dog.
The first man’s semen lodges itself on the second males penis and if that second male has sex with another female without cleaning himself of course, there is a possibility of that piggy back sperm being transferred into the woman.
I also bet you have no idea why the male penis has a mushroom shaped head??? Of course you dont as most people have no idea. The shape of the head gives the male the ability to push out any other mans sperm.
When the male thrusts the head of his penis has the same affect as a bullet. When a bullet hits its target the bullet pushes aside the material it is penetrating. I am sure many of you think “what woman would have unprotected sex with a male she doesnt know or has just met”?
In today’s world women and men have no respect for their bodies and sex is nothing but a quick hook up. Many women use sex as a way to trap a man and many find out that men wont marry you if you do get pregnant.
Do you really want a connection with someone you have no desire to spend the rest of your life with? Do you really want to take a chance of being a mother or father at this stage of your life? Do you want to feel a commitment to a child that was created out of a one night stand?
I dont think you do but I do think you might think twice before hooking up for an unprotected quicky. Im sure you will not be stupid enough to use the condom that has been in your wallet for months.
Hopefully, you have the good sense to use a newly purchased condom that you have had in your hand and your hand only. Im sure you would never trust a woman to give you a condom as she may have put holes in it.
For those of you that have been smart enough to use protection be smart enough to dispose of that used condom. Do not trust any female with a used condom as they can easily take the semen from the condom and insert it into herself.
A smart man or woman not only don’t have random sex they have protected sex. Once the male has finished with his orgasm he should go into the bathroom and remove the condom and wave by by to it and its contents as he flushes it down the toilet.
Also, avoid the condom breaking during sex by giving extra room at the tip of the condom for the sperm. Giving that extra room gives you added protection in case the condom moves up the penis. That extra room for the sperm will also keep the head of the penis from breaking through the end.
Now you probably wonder why I have brought up the subject of the lovely male penis and I will tell you why. I hear to many young people doing hook ups and never see the person again and I think being knowledgeable can help keep you safe.
This bisexual male dom had enjoyed his female submissives and slaves for many years but he always desired to play with male submissives and slaves as well. He knew one way to get a new submissive into his corner was to tell them about his new toy, Aneros Vice Vibrating Silicone Male G-spot Stimulator.
Every male in the world new about the fantastic orgasm with toy gave and it was a wonderful ploy to use. At a party this dom had ran across a submissive that he felt would fit right into his stable.
He told the sub about his new toy and the sub told the dom he would so love to explore the feel of the aneros. The dom invited him over to play and the sub accepted. They left the party in separate cars and the sub followed the dom to his dungeon.
Once inside the dom ordered his slave to prepare a warm enema for his sub and had the sub follow her into the bathroom. The slave had been ordered to administer the enama and then clean the submissive up and deliver him to the dom.
The dom ordered the sub to position himself on the spanking bench because he was going to suck the dom’s cock. While he sucked the cock the dom’s slave would be sliding the aneros into the well lubricated asshole of the sub.
The aneros had a vibrator that had different speeds and the slave would adjust the speeds accordingly. The dom walked to the front of the spanking bench and turned around exposing his asshole to the sub.
The dom ordered the sub to lick his balls and asshole while fondling his cock. The sub did as he was ordered and while doing so the dom’s female submissive put on her strapon. She slipped a condom on the strapon and walked up to the well lubed as of the submissive.
She slipped the head of the strapon into the subs ass and slowly worked the entire length of the cock into the subs ass. She started out gently but then began to fuck him fast, deep and hard.
The deeper she went the more excited he got and asked the dom if he could suck his cock, no he didnt ask he literally begged. The dom turned around and ordered the sub to open his mouth and the dom put his hand on the back of the subs head and forced his cock into the subs mouth.
He kept forcing his cock deeper and deeper into the subs mouth until he literally began to choke. While the male dom worked the front of the sub his female submissive removed the strapon and replaced it with the aneros.
The dom was really close to exploding in the subs mouth so his submissive increased the speed of the aneros so the submissive would cum at the same time as the dom. Both men began to moan and shoot their loads, the dom shooting his into the subs mouth and the sub shooting his onto the cloth covering the spanking bench.
Once both men had extinguished every ounce of energy they had they both cleaned themselves up and thanked each other for a wonderful time. The slave saw the submissive to the door and placed the dom’s business card into his hand and told him call anytime and expect to be called at anytime.
I’ve worked damn hard my entire life and one thing I am not is predictable. Yes, I am reliable and yes if I say I will do something I do it but predictable, no. That is what happens to bury a relationship six feet under.
When you become predictable the spontaneity in the relationship leaves. When you get up the same time everyday including the weekends, when you leave for work the same day everyday, when you come home from work at the same time everyday without surprising your mate with something like flowers, candy, a kinky sex partner that is predictable.
I notice men that are well off are really predictable and they need to work for one of two reasons. They need to feel the competition of winning or they use work to lose themselves so they dont have to deal with how unhappy they truly are.
Ask a wealthy man how much a loaf of bread cost or a gallon of milk and they have no idea. Ask their wives and you get a blank stare as they have no idea as well. I see so many men go to work and hide themselves in it so they do not have to deal with their personal problems.
When your sex life becomes predictable then you are in for trouble. If you already know how your sex life will start and end then you are in need of some serious spicing up in the bedroom. This is why relationships derail most of the time. She is to tired and just goes through the motions without thinking twice.
Being predictable becomes a way of life and that is how two people fall into a groove, a groove that takes them down the divorce road. You have to keep the laughter in a relationship and the mental stimulation going.
You cannot do this by being predictable or never switching up your life. You cannot keep a relationship alive when both people fall into patterns that never change, not even a bit. I once was in a predictable marriage but I will never be in a predictable relationship again because I now know that predictable kills a relationship.
I sat on the edge of the bed and removed my lace panties very lady like then placed my feet on the bed rails, I was exposed fully and began to touch the delicate flesh of my exposed pleasure point. He stood across the room with a huge hard on and a smile that was startling as he walked over to me and placed his hands on me knees as he knelt. He slowly pushed be back and buried his face into the wetness that was dripping from me, he licked and tugged, sucked and slurped and as I began to cum he would back off and tease me and start all over again. He finally let me explode as he entered me with his finger and slowly kissed my belly and worked his way to my nipples leaving me to feel the head of his cock at the entrance of my door. He began to kiss my neck and attempted to enter me and found it was not as easy as he would have thought, no this woman was serious about no sex for three years and her va j j told that truth. Trying to get into this pussy was like getting into fort knox, not happening without a hole lot of tnt and he had all he needed plus more.
He kissed me on the lips slipping his tongue into my mouth very slowly and passionately as he finally entered me, this gave me the urge to suck in a breath of air like it was my last. The feel of his cock inside me was unbelievable and the way he moved, he knew not to move to fast or too slow and we looked deep into each other eyes as if to say, yes, darling I am home finally I am home.
Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence.
Getting rid of a delusion makes us wiser than getting hold of a truth.
When my husband had his leg amputated it was a whirlwind of emotions and changes. My husband had a pain in his leg which lead to a hospital visit which lead to a lazy Dr. not taking care of his patient but instead took care of his golf handicap.
Because of a Dr.s neglect the double aneurysm behind my husbands knee didn’t get diagnosed in time to stop gangrene from taking over his foot. One would think gangrene is the skin turning a shade of green but it isn’t. The tissue dies and turns black and has a terribly repulsive odor.
The Dr. finally showed up and examined my husband’s leg. The Dr. came up to me and told me he was going to have to amputate my husband’s foot. He acted like he was asking if I would care for a cup of coffee.
My mind went into overdrive and out of control emotionally. I didn’t trust this Dr. who didn’t care enough about his patients to come in off of the golf course to check on them. I told him I wanted a second opinion and that I wanted him transferred to another hospital.
He nonchalantly agreed, like he had a choice-NOT. He said once I got the second opinion that my husband would be transferred back and the Dr. would amputate his foot. This Dr. didn’t give a shit that he was about to change the life of not just a man but his family as well.
My husbands employer had filed bankruptcy and another company was in the process of purchasing the business. The new company was under no obligation to hire any of the displaced employees.
They offered my husband a position after the amputation, that’s if he could return to work within 90 days. This was going to be impossible so my husband lost his job of 43 yrs. Being a main boss in the business he lost his “power”, his benefits, his pension was reduced to 1/5 of what he was entitled to and his long term disability he had paid for for all of those years was now gone.
Rewind to the second hospital opinion which was unbelievably worse than the first Dr.s diagnosis. The second Dr.s opinion was at that point he was unable to save the foot let alone the leg and my husband’s life.
The Dr. ordered my husband’s system to be flooded with the most potent antibiotics so hopefully the gangrene would be limited to the foot area. My husband went into the hospital on April 27th and by May 10th his leg had been amputated and he was transferred to a local hospital for two weeks of therapy and his first fitting for his prosthetic.
I brought him home and put him in bed, gave him his pain meds and went to the living room and sat down. I sat back and closed my eyes trying to make sense of everything that happened when all of a sudden my husband screamed out in pain.
He was having “phantom pains” which is when the body sends signals to the mind relaying that the body is feeling pain. It doesn’t matter if his leg was gone his body was still feeling pain or so it thought.
I knew he was devastated at his losses, not only physically but mentally and financially as well. I knew he felt like he was nothing but a burden and that he had no desire to live. I knew he was feeling all of this yet I couldn’t grasp how deep his pain was.
He had been home a week and I decided that it was important to literally get back on the horse and have sex immediately. It took some work on my part but I was able to make him hard enough for me to ride him.
We both had an orgasm which was needed by both of us and it confirmed to him that he was still capable of getting an erect penis. He was capable of having sex, not like he used to but at least he could still have sex.
“The Biggest Problem in Communication Is the Illusion That It Has Taken Place”
“I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.”
“Originality is nothing but judicious imitation.”
She was in a melancholy mood as her past decided that Easter sunday would be the day that she would once again walk down memory lane. She decided that a bubble bath would relax her and possibly giver her the escape she so badly needed.
Walking into the bathroom she looked forward to the smell of the green bubble bath, Vitabath. The smell alone reminded her of her long gone aunt who she had been extremely close to before Legionnaires disease took her to meet her maker.
Her aunt had given her a bottle of Vitabath many years ago and the aroma was so pleasing to her. She turned on the hot water and then the cold to make the water temperature acceptable to her touch.
She squirted several shots of the bubble bath into the hot water and she stood watching the bubbles appear. Stepping back she placed one hand on the tie of her robe and untied it and pushed it off her shoulders.
She then placed the robe on the granite counter top in the bathroom and then she removed her shirt, sports bra and then her panties. She only wore panties when she took her dogs for a walk and there was no rhyme or reason for it.
She slowly put one toe into the water to be sure it wasn’t to hot and then she stepped into the bubble rich water. Slowly sitting down and leaning back in her jacuzzi bathtub made memories flood her brain like storm waters overflowing a sewer drain.
As she looked up into the recessed lighting memories of dead bees came back to her. The memory came as a reminder of some of the things her husband had done when he was alive. The bees had made their way into the attic area above the bathroom and her husband had climbed the roof to find the entrance that bees had found their way into their home.
He sealed up the entrance and the remaining bees died and fell into the lense of the recessed lighting. Her mind flooded with memories and the next thought was of the day she brought her husband home from the hospital.
She had been forced into making literally a life or death decision regarding her husband. She had to decide if she would allow the Dr. to remove her husband’s foot or have him transferred to another hospital for a second decision.
The Dr. told her the news, which seemed to get worse than the information from the first Dr.not only did the Dr. tell her he wasn’t able to safe the foot let alone her husband’s leg but he would do the best he could.
She watched her husband wheeled into the operating room and the doom that came over her was suffocating. She had no idea if her husband would live let alone have any part of his leg. Hours past and the Dr. came out to tell her that her husband had survived the surgery and that the Dr. was able to safe the leg above the knee joint.
This was great news as the knee joint made it so much easier to learn to walk with a prosthetic. She sat in the tub and slid down under the water in an attempt to drown out the memories but they continued to flood her brain.
She remembered the day she brought her husband home and she remembered the solemn mood that both of them were in. He had no idea the decisions she had to make in an effort to keep him alive and he would never know the heart wrenching decisions that she had made.
She was able to escape from the memories long enough to wash her hair and body and shave the parts that were in need. She then turned on the jets and positioned herself so the jets would shoot water through the opening in her upper thighs.
The water rushed through and like every other time she had a very fast and satisfying orgasm. Once the spasms stopped she let the water out of the tub as she stood up and dried her body.
She glanced through the bathroom door and for a reason she could not fathom, the wood floor in her bedroom brought her back to the day her husband came home. She could literally see herself lifting her husband’s frail body and putting him in their bed. The pain that shot through her body was ignored until she had him safely in the bed.
Little had she known that she had ruptured two discs in her lower back while she lifted her husband. She didn’t care about herself as much as she did about the man before her, the man that she would never know.
The loss of his leg was like a cancer that ate away at their lives together. Even though they didnt marry for love they cared deeply about each other. It broke her heart to see before her a broken man, a man that would never be the same by a long shot.
This Easter Sunday was like every other Easter Sunday since she had married as Easter was only a few weeks from her husband’s birthday and ten days later the eminent death of a man taken control of by leukemia.
She usually made a ham for Easter and a lovely dinner but not this year, no this year would be vastly different. Her only daughter was doing an internship in Washington D. C. with the attorney general’s office and her son was a picky eater. She had decided to make no dinner for the two of them and instead chose to eat a frozen meal of swedish meatballs and noodles.
She preferred cooking to going out to eat or to eat frozen food items but just in case she got sick and couldn’t cook for herself she had several frozen meals in the freezer. The sadness that comes with memories of those long gone overshadowed every other emotion she had.
She had lost everyone she had ever known her as a child and the man that she created children with. She didn’t feel sorry for herself, just a sense of loss so deep and so controlling she had no idea how to crawl out of the depths of the memories.
She so needed someone to wrap their arms around her and give her some comfort but there was no one in her life that could give her what she needed. She missed sex like crazy and she missed the smell of a man, the feel of his body, the feel of an erect penis pushing against her lower back in the early hours of the morning.
She missed so much but she knew when the time was right the man that was to be part of her remaining years would walk into her life. She knew that both of them had something special to offer each other but until that day she would walk by herself and walk down memory lane while she nursed a part of her that was filled with loss and one day found.
He woke up one day and found himself to be a very famous young man. He had dated his wife since he was a young teen and his dreams always included her. They married and moved to another country because of his talent.
He was unlike the typical man in so many ways but he was also as typical as many men. He wanted to have children and especially a daughter. He produced four sons but he would never produce the daughter that he so wanted.
As the years past by him, he and his wife grew apart and even though they both loved their children, money had afforded them the ability to send their children to boarding school. His wife loved to dance and opened her own dancing school as well as chased her dreams as a clothing designer.
Little did she know that she was no designer and because of her husband’s fame doors opened for her. Finally, their marriage took a crash landing that she barely survived but she did end up finding her way once again.
He loved the feel of freedom and he so enjoyed all of the random sex he had without worrying about a controlling wife in the background. He traveled extensively and he tasted many women from around the world.
He dated famous women as well as the non famous and he learned more about sex than he had ever experienced. He was a kinky fucker in many ways but he had yet to meet that one woman that would challenge him mentally, teach him sexually and take him back to a carefree life.
During the boring years of his faltering marriage he spent many hours on the internet watching porn and flirting with ladies on dating sites. To his surprise he found a woman that was very sexual as well as sensual and he found himself returning to chat with her over and over.
As the years past this one lady was always in the back of his mind and he could never completely shut her out. He found himself intimidated by her because she was so unlike all of the other ladies he had spent time with.
He was used to buying anything and anybody but this woman he could never buy at any price and that made her so much more desirable to him. He wanted to be with her so bad and he wanted to know if she really was the one woman that he had waited for his adult life.
He was aware that she wasn’t young and she wasn’t thin like so many of the ladies he had laid. He knew she was a strong, independent woman that would turn and walk away without a second thought.
He so feared rejection and he had been taught early in life that men were to be the controllers in the world. His wife was somewhat timid and she always felt inferior to the other women her husband worked with. She wasn’t pretty like the others and she felt that her husband was more attracted to other women.
The truth was he loved his wife and never had any thoughts of cheating on her until the latter years of their marriage. Now that he was divorced and had played the field for the last year he found himself quite a lonely man.
He wanted more than strange and random sex, he wanted a partner, a friend, a lover. He wanted the woman that would allow him to be himself and keep him stimulated sexually as well as mentally.
Deep down he knew the woman but he was to afraid of her rejection to move forward. She sat back and knew all of this but she was unable to do anything about it. She knew one day they would meet and on that day both of them would see their worlds change for the better.
“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”
“All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.”
She was ten minutes early for their meeting and this gave her the advantage to pick where they would sit in the restaurant. She walked slowly yet methodically toward the booth in the furthest corner.
She slipped into the booth and ordered a coke as she sat and waited for him to meet her. She was someone that got annoyed by those that set appointments and were late and she didnt tolerate waiting.
He walked through the door and she instantly could tell he had a feminine side that he kept hidden from the world. It was something tacit between the two of them as he didnt have to tell her about his secret desires.
He could tell immediately that she knew his deepest, darkest secret and he felt that she also knew he was wearing panties and a bra under his clothing. He had this desire to have breasts and had even gone as far as to take hormones so he had “little girl” breasts.
He was a tall and very thin man which made it easy to find ladies clothing that fit him. He also got so physically excited when his cute little nipples were tortured and his breasts flogged.
He had no desire to be a woman full time and his cock still got hard when he got excited. His only desire was to have someone play with him in a private and safe environment. This appointment would hopefully turn out in his favor and she would do a session with him.
She greeted him in a warm and friendly manner and she was very good at communicating with others. She made him feel accepted and comfortable and he felt that he could let down his guard and show her who he really was.
They chatted and she told him a bit about herself and he confided in her about his secrets, which of course she already knew about. She had had so many sessions that she had learned so much from and reading peoples “dirty little secrets” was child’s play to her.
She never insulted or made fun of any of her clients because like them, she had her own dirty little secrets. Her kids knew she was a pro domme as well as her sub but her neighbors and friends had no idea.
To look at her one would never know that she had a closet full of black leather outfits and thigh high boots. No one would ever guess that her basement was her private dungeon with a closet full of toys as well as a spanking bench, stockade, sybian and other furniture that was used in her sessions.
She was the only pro domme in her area that had top of the line equipment as well as her own dungeon. She had a website that was obviously filled with pictures of her sessions but she never showed the faces of her clients.
When people visited her site they read the warnings she had posted about meeting anyone at a motel or hotel. She put warnings out for those that did decide to meet someone at a hotel and how to protect themselves.
She was more concerned with the safety of a person than the money she made from sessions and people could tell that she was no scammer. There were so many young girls using bdsm as a way to scam people.They would put a price on their services only to accept so much less as the money was all they truly cared about.
A real domme never compromises on her set prices and this domme was no different. She was a pro and she would walk away from doing a session rather than settle for less than her pricing. Her clients knew how much her sessions were before they met and yes she had several who tried to get her to take less but they failed.
She spoke with her sissy cross dresser and she had him follower her to her dungeon. She let him into the dungeon and ordered him to remove his clothing. She showed him the restroom and told him he could change into his feminine clothing.
It only took him a short time to put on his sissy bra, panties, sweater, skirt and high heels. She complimented him on high long legs and like any sissy that made him feel fantastic.
She put the wrist cuffs on him and hooked each wrist to the eye hooks in the ceiling and then she put the spreader bar between his legs and hooked each end around her ankles. Once in bondage the domme put clothes pins on the sissy’s nipples and then she put on miniature clothes pins.
The pain was so enjoyable but the sissy wanted to feel more pain so the domme put the pads of a tens unit on each nipple and his balls. She then took the violet wand and on the lowest setting touched each nipple and the sissy’s balls.
As she increased the intensity of the sissy’s cock responded with an up and down movement. When the cock gets excited it will do a twitching movement and that is what this sissy’s cock was doing.
For the remainder of the session the domme slowly increased the intensity of the tens unit as well as the violet wand. Finally, the alarm went off letting both of them know that their session had come to an end.
The sissy went into the restroom and changed back into his male clothing and once she was back into the dungeon play area she thanked the domme. She gave the domme payment for the session and also gave her a very nice tip.
This sissy had found the perfect place to feed her fetish and she knew that she would be back to see this domme. The next visit she would request that the domme giver her the release she so badly wanted during her first visit but had made it clear she didnt want release at the first visit.
The sissy thanked the domme and the domme walked the sissy to the door and gave her the standard good bye hug. The domme was a warm and friendly person to everyone and that included her clients. She told the sissy to feel free to contact her again for another session and she would schedule her and the sissy left as graciously as she had entered the dungeon earlier.
She had been contacted by so many slaves, they didn’t even bother to give a proper introduction, they just sent her emails asking her to take them as her slave. Of course all of them said the same thing.
They promised to do whatever the Mistress ordered yet they had no experience as a true slave as the lack of branding proved that. So many wanna be slaves and wanna be real time mistresses were online looking for a hook up of one type or another but most were financially motivated.
The slaves were looking for a lover as well as the mistresses and the submissives had fallen into the same category. To many people couldn’t find love in the vanilla world so they reached out into the bdsm world. These foolish individuals threw caution to the wind in hopes that they would be loved and not used, which of course was plain bullshit.
The mistress was out on a lovely Saturday afternoon running errands and doing a bit of shopping. To look at her you would never know that she was a mistress in the world of bdsm and she never announced it to anyone.
She happened to be some new black leather outfits and the sales representative was happy to help her. He was interesting enough to have a conversation with and as he handed her different outfits to try on he got the nerve to address her as mistress.
She smiled at him and asked him how did he know she was a mistress and he responded “by the excellent choice of garmets mistress.”
The conversation starting out quite innocently and lead from one topic to another. He asked her if she was in need of a slave and she asked him if he was offering to fill that spot. He of course said yes and she just laughed and asked him what were his qualifications.
He said that he three years of being a slave but his mistress had been in a terrible accident which left her in the care of a nursing facility. Without having a mistress to serve he said that he was and lost. She told him that so many wanted to be her slave but none of them were real slaves. He said “mistress if you allow me I will show you my SLR number.
The mistress was truly impressed as she had never met a single slave that had a SLR number. He told her he would gladly hand over all of the ownership documentation that would prove that she owned him, that’s if she would accept him.
Together, they picked out several outfits that suited her quite well and looked awesome on her. He had excellent taste in womens attire and he had been trained quite well by his last mistress.
He always stood to her side slightly behind her and he only addressed her when she asked for him to respond. He asked her if he could take her to lunch as his break was starting in a few minutes.
They agreed on a nice local restaurant that afforded them privacy which they wanted so they could continue their conversation. He asked for permission to address her and she have him permission to do so
He asked if she would care to see his SLRN and she said yes. He turned around and faced the front of the restaurant so no one would see what he was doing. He lifted up the back of his shirt just enough to pull down his belted pants a few inches.
Just below his pant line was a tattoo that showed is slave number. He told her that she could confirm the number on the TSR as he was a registered slave. She believed him but she had learned long ago never to trust anyone’s word as she had turned into a “show me or blow me” type of person.
She went online to the TSR and looked up his number and just as he said he was registered. She ordered him to tuck his shirt back in and to set down. They chatted and ordered a lovely lunch and to her surprise he was well versed regarding food.
He had ordered some homemade pasta with truffles and tossed in truffle oil. That was an appetizer they both enjoyed tremendously as they spoke of his service to her. He went down the list of his skills and the things he had done for his mistress.
He made it clear he would do what was asked of him and he would go above and beyond her wishes if she would take him on. They finished their lunch with an agreement that he would come by her home after he finished his day job.
He showed up at her home on time and he entered her home with the demeanor of a true slave. He stood before her and waited for her to give him orders that he would happily follow. She introduced him to her sub and she ordered him to remove his clothing.
He stood before her naked, totally shaved from the neck down and he was in very good physical shape. She asked him to turn around so she could show her sub what a real slave was. The slave was quite impressed with the tattoo and asked the mistress if he could could show the proof of a true sub to the slave.
She then looked at her sub and ordered him to get naked, of course he was to remove each piece of clothing and fold it neatly and place it on the empty chair to his left.
He did as ordered and then said to the slave “ I admire your tattoo but I think my pierced balls have a much nicer appearance as the cuffs are made of white gold and a gift from mistress.
The slave smiled as told the sub that he thought the handcuffs were very nice and quit fitting for a sub. He then turned to his new mistress with his head bowed waiting for further orders. The mistress told him to sit on the ottoman and she then had her sub stand in front of the slave.
She then ordered the slave to suck the cock of the sub and massage his balls as he did so. She was quite entertained by the willingness of the slave as well as the moans and groans that escaped her sub. Just before he was ready to cum she ordered the slave to stop and then she had the sub turn around and bend over.
The sub was then ordered to lick the subs asshole and stroke his cock at the same time. As the sub bent over she ordered him to fondle the cock of the slave. It was the perfect “circle jerk” in many ways and both of them were extremely excited which she could tell by the hardness of both of their cocks.
She ordered them to communicate with one another on when they were ready to cum as she had ordered them to cum at the same time. Both of them began moaning and asking if each other were ready to unload their load and as they both said yes, the mistress allowed them to shoot their cum on the floor.
Once both had came she ordered the slave to clean up the floor and the sub was to follow her into the bathroom. She ordered the sub to fill the tub and once filled to get into it and relax while he waited for the slave. She ordered her slave to wash her sub and once done he was to shower. Once washed and dried the sub was ordered to go to bed and to relax and the slave was ordered into the cage under her bed that had stayed empty for many years.
You like the music she chooses, you like the tempo and you wish you could sway with her naked body next to yours. She has a taste in music that feeds your own musical hunger and you wish you could talk to her about it.
You follow her online and you read everything she writes in hopes that you will be brought closer to her just by reading her thoughts. You have realized that no matter how far or how wide you travel you just cannot find that one woman that will fill her shoes.
There is something so alluring about this lady and you just cannot turn and walk away. You must read and reread every word she writes and you wonder how much of what she writes is fantasy? how much reality?
You wish you could smell her hair after she has taken a shower and you wish you could touch her skin and feel how soft she feels. You want to touch her body in seductive ways and you want her to seduce you in all of your glory.
This woman is what a real woman surely is and she can fulfill every fantasy that you have ever thought about. She can also fulfill every fantasy you have yet to even begin to think about.
You wonder what her lips would feel like on yours and you wonder how her hands would feel roaming your body. You so wish you could be with her and let her shove you up against the wall and tear at your clothing.
You want to feel her hands on your stiff cock and you want to feel her rub your balls as she strokes you into ecstasy. This woman has power like no other woman and the fascination you hold for her is so controlling.