tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725149678092141422024-02-20T23:27:06.842-05:00Misplaced Love's Jaded LoveI have spent my life wallowing in the normal. It is time that I shed part of that existence and learn how no to be so "vanilla" in this life. Will you join me as I shed this former existence and evolve into something more?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08740810054614879208noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472514967809214142.post-6789740994423580632018-10-22T05:00:00.000-04:002018-10-22T05:00:00.388-04:00Shattered Aggression<div dir="ltr">
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<span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-249758eb-7fff-c4c2-60d9-bf256bf38032"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It has been several weeks since the attack in my kitchen. I made the decision to move after that. I moved because I couldn't afford the place since losing my job and needed to downsize. Mainly I moved to avoid the man named "Master." I am terrified that he will kill me one of these days if I should ever really displease him. I will acknowledge that he does things to my body that gives me such pleasure, but that is merely my body's response nothing more.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tonight I took my necessary nightly cocktail and climbed into bed wearing only a simple thin nightgown. For some unknown reason it is working really well tonight and I am out like a light forgetting to turn off the lamp first.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am awakened to feel my arms being moved above my head. I look up and see my nightmare standing over me completely naked. His body always is an impressive sight. His body is hard and completely muscled. I try to move but my body would not corporate. "You thought that you could hide from me by moving, but I will always find my good cunt who pleases me so well. It appears I spiked your drink while you were in the shower tonight, bitch," i hear the monster say. He has tied my arms outstretched to the headboard with rope. He then pulls my legs downwards and ties them to the foot of the bed. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Please don't rape me again," I begin to plead with him. "This time you will tell me you want me and you will beg me to fuck you," he informs me. "I will never beg you to do shit to me," I hear myself shout. I hear that menacing laugh as he says directly in my ear, "Wanna bet, whore?" With that being said he climbs into my bed and straddles my hips. I can feel his dick flopping onto my belly. He leans downs and sucks on my neck while squeezing my breast roughly. I wince. His mouth travels down sucking on my skin until he reaches my breasts. He pinches my nipple hard as he bites under my breast. I can feel blood trickling down my side and onto the sheets. "Are you willing to let me fuck you now?" he asks. I merely shake my head vigorously. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Very well then. I'll continue to convince you, but first you need to get my dick hard," he states. He straddles my face and his nuts are touching me chin. He grabs them and pushes them onto my lips. As i utter the word "no" he forces his sack into my mouth and orders me to suck on them. Feeling as if I have no choice I do as I am instructed. I know better than to bite him this time. I notice that his cock is now stiff and I know he is getting pleasure by me doing this. It encourages me to step up my game thinking this will make the torment end quicker. I hear him deeply inhale as he pinches my nose hard, which forces to stop sucking.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With his nuts out of my mouth he takes his cock towards my mouth. "Open up and let master fuck your mouth," he commands. I do as I am dictated. He inserts himself a little at a time until his cock is touching the back of my throat. He pounds into my mouth for what felt like forever. I start to gag and slightly threw up in my mouth. "Are you ready now to allow me to fuck you, because I am ready to fuck you hard, tramp?" he questions. "Never," I whisper. His look is dark and I am frightened. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He kneels between my legs. With one hand he inserts a couple of fingers into my pussy. "You have been lying to me, bitch. You are wet and ready for me," he screams. "I will never agree to letting you inside," I tell him as his fingers move in and out of me. He quickens the pace of his fingers until I feel I can't stand the pleasure any more. "Say it," he challenges. "I want you to fuck me hard," I hear myself say. "With pleasure," he says as he grabs his cock and rams into my throbbing pussy. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He remains immobile as he inserts his thumb into my asshole. With no movement of his thumb he pounds into me. He pounds long and hard. I will admit to myself that I enjoy being with him like this and probably would find intense pleasure if I was given a choice in the matter. He pushes his thumb further inside of me as I feel my body start to climax. My climax is lengthy and I feel I may die of sheer pleasure. Moments after my climax I feel his seed enter me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Did you enjoy my cock tonight?" he questions. "Yes," I admit. "If i cut you lose will you be a good girl and stay where you are?" he asks. I nod. He reaches into his pants and pulls out a knife to cut the rope. As he is putting his clothes back on he informs me, "You will not hide from me again or I will seriously hurt you next time." Feeling a little brave I state, "I will come to you willingly if you promise to quit hurting me." For the first time since meeting him his expression softens a bit. "Very well," he says as he walks out of the door. </span></div>
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Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13677185558592144476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472514967809214142.post-76509745904120030982018-10-21T09:13:00.000-04:002018-10-21T09:13:43.775-04:00Occasional Strangers<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am at the grocery store for some much needed food for my house, when my cart collides with another one. I look up to see those eyes I've been avoiding for weeks. For moments we merely stare at each other. "This cannot be happening to me," I mutter to myself. "It is good to see you, Molly," he says as he walks around to me. He walks behind me and fondles my ass with his hands. I gasp, "We can't do this here." "Where would you like to go, pet?" he asks. "Nowhere. We can't keep doing this. I am a strong independent woman who does not need your dick," I inform. "That's your choice," he says as he walks to his cart and maneuvers away from me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I've made the right decision," I tell myself as I continue to do my shopping. "What harm would one more encounter cause?" I question myself. I rush through the store seeking Clyde before I can change my mind. When I locate him I walk over to him, I lean in close to him and rub the front of his jeans. I whisper, "Where can we go?" He walks away from his cart towards the back of the store. I follow him almost jogging to keep up.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We enter the ladies restroom and he leads up to a stall. He guides me to sit down on the toilet and unzips his jeans. "I want you to blow me and get my dick super hard so I can fuck you improperly," he exclaims.With fumbling hands I reach into his pants and pull out his cock. He is semi-aroused and bracing himself with his hands on the stall walls. I lean in and lick lightly the hole in the head. Gradually I insert just the head as I stroke him with my hand. I take more and more of his dick into my mouth as I cup his balls firmly with my hands. I take as much of him as I can until I start to gag.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He stands me up. "Take your shorts and panties off," he insists. He sits down on the toilet and has me straddle him. He guides his cock into my already wet pussy. With his hands firmly on my ass he maneuvers me up and down on his dick. He starts out at a sedate pace and quickens the pace with each thrust. Soon he has me pounding fast on top of him. He goes deeper inside of me with each drive. Suddenly my muscles tighten and I feel myself climax on top of him.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I'm not done, pet," he informs me. He stands me up and bends me over holding onto the tank of the toilet. He probes me from behind. With each pound he goes harder, deeper, and faster. I don't know if I can take much more as I start to cum again. Within seconds he stiffens and pulls out. He shoots his cum into the toilet between my legs. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He reaches down and picks up my panties and shorts and hands them to me. I begin to redress myself. He pulls up his jeans and fastens them back "Always a pleasure to see you, Molly," he says as he reaches for the lock of the stall. "Clyde," I say stopping his departure. "Would it be possible to see you in a more traditional sense?" "Whatever do you mean, doll?" he asks with a mischievous grin. "I was thinking maybe you could take me out on a simple date and then you could simply take me in every room of my house," I inquire. "I think we could actually do that," he say as he leans over to kiss my cheek. With that he is gone.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I step out of the stall slightly infuriated, because no future plans were made. I am washing my hands and face, when the door of the handicapped stall bangs opens and a grey haired lady with a cane steps out. "If you kids are going to fuck in the grocery store restroom, you could at least be quiet about it," she shouts as she exits. I am so mortified.</span></div>
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Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13677185558592144476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472514967809214142.post-57448203432489353812018-10-20T09:22:00.000-04:002018-10-20T09:22:32.929-04:00Memoirs of the Damned<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">About an hour into work I receive an email from him to report to his office immediately. I am uncertain on what could be on the agenda this morning, but I am praying to the gods that I am not about to lose my job. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I knock lightly on his office door. I hear him tell me to enter. "Kennedy, I have been seriously impressed with your work as of lately. I know I have not sent for you recently, but that does not mean our arrangement has been cancelled. I have merely been swamped with work as of late," he informs me. I simply nod not knowing how to respond.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He walks around the desk to where I am standing. With his thumb he lightly caresses my cheek. "Tell you've been thinking about me and the pleasure we can share together," he inquires. "Mr. O'Brien, I have thought about it more than I should have," I respond. "You must call me Sean when we are in private," he says. I nod.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He leans over and lightly kisses my lips. Until this moment he has yet to kiss me and I am amazed that he is an excellent kisser. He deepens the kiss and slides his tongue inside of my mouth caressing my tongue. I hear myself lightly moan. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With his hand as he continues to kiss me he lifts my skirt enough to slide my panties away from my pussy. He gently rubs my clit until I am silently begging for more. He inserts a finger into my tight cunt."You're ready for me, sweetness," he says as he breaks the kiss and licks his wet finger.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He instructs me to turn around and I hear him unfastening his pants. I hear the pants drop to the floor. Gently he pushed me to bend over the desk. He grabs my ass and caresses the cheeks. With a sudden movement he grabs my hips and thrusts inside with a force I fear will rip me apart, but feels indescribably great. With each thrusts he pounds harder and deeper inside of me. When I feel as if I can't take no more my body betrays me. My muscles tighten and I feel myself orgasm as I have never have before. I moan his name. Moments later he stiffens and reaches his climax. I feel his siemen enter my pussy.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Shit," he mutters harshly. I look at him with confusion. "Your pussy pleased me so greatly that I forgot to pull out in time. I am praying there will be no unexpected complications," he explains. I don't know what to say yet again so I remain mute. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Thank you, Kennedy. I am really enjoying our times together," he says to me. "I am also enjoying it, Sean," I admit as much to myself as I am to him. "Next time we will go somewhere where we don't have to be discreet and I will take more time enjoying your tight pussy," he says with a sexy chuckle. He leans over and lightly kisses my lips, when the door opens suddenly. We both jump back slightly.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"That will be all for today, Ms Monroe," he says dismissively. I leave the office immediately not looking back. It finally dawns on me that the woman who entered was his wife when I am back to my desk. Will her presence cause me to lose this job and a man that I am discovering pleasure with?</span></div>
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Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13677185558592144476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472514967809214142.post-24733128450989028842018-10-18T05:00:00.000-04:002018-10-18T05:00:10.878-04:00Broken Aggression<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After I shut the back door and sit my keys on the counter, I hear a familiar voice, "I thought you said you wanted me to fuck you again, yet you never came back for this dick that made you cum so hard." I run towards trying to escape before he could rape me again. I arrive at the door only to be pulled away by my hair so hard that I land on my ass on the kitchen floor. I struggle to get up, but he is straddling me and has me pinned to the floor. "Please, I was wrong about wanting you. Don't rape me again," I beg of him. He merely laughs an evil laugh and replies, "Babe, you can't rape the willing." "I will not be willing. I will fucking fight you," I inform him as I make a mad dash across the kitchen and grab the biggest knife I have. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I stand immobile silently daring him to stay away. I keep my eyes focused on him, and slowly he stalks towards me like a cat hunting its prey. He stands before me and I am unable to move out of fear. "So you want to play with knives, little girl?" he asks as he jerks the knife out of my hands . I remain silent. "On your knees," he demands. I just stand there defiantly refusing to give into his demands. He places my knife to my throat and says, "I said on your mother fucking knees now, bitch." I know he will slice my throat and would not lose any sleep for doing so.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The defiant look remains on my face as I kneel before him. He sets the knife on the counter out of my reach. I keep my eyes focused on his as I hear his pants being unzipped and hear them drop to the floor. "Open your mouth like the good little slut you are," he dictates. I silently refuse and he pinches my nose which forces my mouth to open to breathe. He shoves that massive dick into my mouth as he releases my nose. His cock reaches the back of my throat. As I gag, I bite down on his cock, praying I wound him enough to force him to stop. I see rage in his eyes as he grabs me by the throat and chokes me while he is thrusting into my mouth. "Don't you fucking try to bite me again, cunt, or I will fucking squeeze the life out of you," he yells. I give up the idea of trying to bite off his dick as he begins to stiffen for a climax.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"You're not getting off that easy, whore," he says as he pulls out before he can cum. He grabs me by my arms and drags me over to the table. He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing and throws me face first into the table. He pushes me down onto the table with my ass hanging off of the edge. Silently I pray to Odin to let him kill me now so I can enter Valhalla, but my prayers go unanswered. I close my eyes to that which I can't face anymore. I feel my asshole tear slightly as he plunges his dick inside. I wince with the pain and can feel moisture running down my legs and I know it is my blood. He rams harder with each thrust until I don't believe that I can take anymore. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He pushes me off the table and I land with a thump. He kneels between my thighs and shoves his cock deep into my wet pussy. Roughly he grabs hold of my nipples pulling more and more each time he hammers further inside of me. My body betrays me yet again as I find myself enjoying his rape. I feel my body stiffen as I shake uncontrollably. Moments later I feel myself release. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After my climax he removes his cock and says, "Finish him," and guides my hand to jack him off. I move my hands as tight as I can and work as fast as my hands will move. Within moments he ejaculates. He wipes off the semen with his finger and motions for me to open my mouth. There is no fight left in me and I perform as I am instructed. He stands up and zips up his pants. "Thanks for the good time," he says as he walks out of the back door. </span></div>
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Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13677185558592144476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472514967809214142.post-18997415998942077622018-10-17T05:00:00.000-04:002018-10-17T05:00:04.923-04:00The Price of Adultry<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Two hours later the auction is concluded and the redhead and I are heading to my cabin in the woods. I had the cabin prepared when I decided to go to this auction. She has tried to speak on several occasions and I have told her to keep her fucking mouth closed. If I wanted to talk to a woman I would talk to my wife. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After we enter the cabin I lead her to the bedroom. I can tell by the surprise on her face that all of the sexual gadgets I have here was not what she was expecting. I remove my suit jacket and neatly place it on the chair. I motion for my slut to come to me. She does as I have demand. I remove her jacket and throw it onto the floor. To my amazement she is only wearing a matching bra and panties set. I reach into my pocket and pull out my pocket knife. With a flick of my wrist the blade comes out. I see fear in her eyes as I use the blade to cut the thin strap between her breasts and then cut the straps off. The bra tumbles to the floor. I lean down and bite the top of her tit. Next goes the panties to the floor.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am pleased to see that her pussy is clean shaven. I motion for her to get onto the bed sideways. I walk over to the armoire and open both doors. I select a 7 inch black cock that is 6 inches in girth for my initial goal for tonight. She can't see what I have because I keep it behind my back. I can see the nervousness in her face and I demand that she keeps her fucking eyes closed until I instruct otherwise. I sit the massive dildo on the ben and I grab her by the the ankles until her cunt is hanging off of the bed slightly. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I grab the didlo and shove it into her pussy expecting it to be dry, but I am shocked to discover that she is abundantly wet already. I keep ramming it in until it won't go any further in. I keep going in and out of her pussy as fast as my hand will allow me. Suddenly her body stiffens and the stupid bitch squirts all over my suit pants. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I walk around to the other side of the bed and drop my pants to my ankles. I pull her head to the edge of the bed. I instruct her to open her mouth for me. I slide my dick into her mouth as far as it will go. She chokes slightly as it goes down into her throat. I move in and out of her mouth, and with each stroke I touch the back of her throat. When I reach the point of almost climaxing, I stop myself.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I walk back to the other side of the bed and pull her towards me and flip her over. I force her ass into the air and push her chest into the bed. I ease into her tight wet pussy and bury my cock as far as it will go while holding her back to keep her chest on the bed. I pound in and out of her pussy not caring if I hurt her. Roughly I squeeze her ass and I hear her wince lightly. I grab her by the hair and pull her up so I can wrap my hands around her throat as I pound her harder. I feel her stiffen and then climax unwillingly. Moments before I climax I push her back down onto the mattress. I remove my throbbing dick and ejaculate all over her back. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I pull my pants back up and fasten them. I reach into my wallet and pull out a $20 bill and throw it on the bed where she still lies motionless. I walk out the door to my car and I don't give one shit on how she will get out of my cabin. "She was a good whore who served my dick well," I think to myself as I drive off.</span></div>
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Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13677185558592144476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472514967809214142.post-90356869619036305142018-10-16T05:00:00.000-04:002018-10-16T05:00:11.219-04:00A Seduction in the Dark of Night<div dir="ltr">
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<span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-cdffea41-7fff-15c4-7bfd-68e815c4dc25"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It has been nearly three months since I spoke to Enoch. I have tried to put him out of my head since that day we made love at the spa. Nothing I have done will erase the memory of him or his touch. About a month ago I miscarried his child. I had to grieve in silence, because I knew for a fact this child belonged to Enoch and not Nathan. My heart was utterly broken. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This evening I pick up the phone to call a friend and realized that Nathan was talking to someone. I only listened for a few moments, but my suspicions were confirmed: Nathan is having an affair with a colleague. I grab my cell phone and hurry into the bathroom to hide the call from my husband. I dial the number I memorized what seems like a forever ago. "What do you want now, Willow," he says as a greeting. "I desperately need to see you," I exclaim. "Really?" was the one word response I received. "Yes. Can you meet me at the Hollow Brook Cemetery in about 30 minutes, please," I beg of him. "Yes," he says and the line goes dead.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I rush into the bedroom and remove all of my clothes. I grab an ankle-length coat and fasten it quickly. I rush down the stairs to the front door. "Where the hell are you going in the middle of the night?" Nathan demands. "Your father and I had some unsettled business and I desperately need to see him," I explain. The tears rolling down my face must have been enough to convince him that I was telling the truth, because he said nothing more as he turned and walked away.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I run all the way to the cemetery and start to pace. I am nervous at the prospect of seeing Enoch again. I wait and wait, and he doesn't appear. Enoch has never made me wait before, but this time he is over 30 minutes late. I am about to give up when I hear his sexy voice demand, "What the fuck do you want, Willow?" "I was wrong, Enoch. I never should have let you go. These past few months have been hell without you. Can we just pick you where we left off?" I ask in a pleading and desperate tone as he starts to pace. Silence is the only response I recieve. I push him towards a crypt and I try to kiss him. He pushes me back and I fall onto my ass. "I've moved onto someone far less fucking complicated," he shouts at me as starts walking away from me. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With tear rolling freely down my face I stand up and remove my jacket. I allow it to fall to the ground, and shout, "I am yours." He turns to face me, and then rushes to me. His mouth descends upon mine revealing the fact there is no one else for him. He kisses me with a passion that he has never shown me before. He pushes me up against the crypt never taking his mouth off of mine. He breaks away for a moment to remove his clothing. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He is gloriously naked in the moonlight as he lifts my legs to circle his waist. His mouth returns to mine as he pounds into with a hunger of a man who had been starving. He continues to thrust into my wet pussy while roughly clasping my breasts until I stiffen and climax. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I'm not ready to cum," he whispers into my ear and lays me down on top of a grave. Slowly he enters me while lightly touching my breasts and kissing my neck. With each thrust his urgency increases until both of us stiffen and climax. He rolls me over and I lay my head on his chest. I open my mouth to speak, but he lightly touches my lips with one finger. "Words are unnecessary," he says. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We simply lie there listening to the breaths of the other for a long time. "You should probably head home soon, if you want to continue to keep us a secret," he says. "Please give me some time to figure out how I want to handle my marriage," I request. "Will you still see me during this time?" he questions. "I would rather die than to not see you," I say as I walk away.</span></div>
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Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13677185558592144476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472514967809214142.post-57622193352997991572018-10-15T05:00:00.000-04:002018-10-15T05:00:05.538-04:00A Seduction So Real<div dir="ltr">
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<span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-294add4a-7fff-1cf2-72a7-42b31421bba4"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It has been a week since we laid my father in law to rest. Everyday Enoch sends me a text message and I refuse to respond to every text he sends. I am ashamed of the level that I have betrayed my husband. I can't seem to control myself around Enoch.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This morning an arrangement of gardenias arrive at the house with an invitation to a spa for a full body massage. I don't have to look to see who it's from to know that it is Enoch's way of making amends and trying to comfort me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I arrive at the spa an hour later and the attendant ushers me into a room. She instructs me to get dressed as she turns on a CD of relaxing music.I take off my clothes and lay down chest first on the table while absorbing the music lightly playing. I hear the door open and close slowly. I feel strong hands lightly massaging my back working down towards my ass. I feel a light kiss on my ass that startles me. I jump off the table and turn to see Enoch standing before me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"No need to be frightened, my darling. It is only me," he says. "How the fuck did you get in here?" I ask. "Please forgive me, but I needed to see you and you wouldn't respond to my messages," he informs. "Enoch, please we can't keep doing this. Nathan is going to find out and I will be ruined," I exclaim. "Willow, there's no reason that Nathan find out. We have been discreet, and I can ensure that he won't find out," he says. "Enoch, this has to end, because I can't live a life of secrets. You are like a drug to me that I can't get enough of. This will be our last time together" I finding myself uttering. "Then so be it," he says as he pulls me close to him and his mouth crashes into mine.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He continues to kiss my lips as he eases me down upon the table. "Please," I beg of him. "I want you inside of me now." With haste he removes his clothes and stands before me looking 100% aroused and ever so manly. He crawls onto the table and spreads my legs. With his first finger he inserts it into my wet pussy. "You are indeed ready for me," he exclaims as he thrusts inside of me and lowers his lips to mine. With each thrust I feel myself spiralling higher and higher until I feel the dam burst and my pussy squirts. Moments later I feel his body stiffen as he reaches his climax. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For what feels like minutes he simply holds me and lightly kisses the side of my face. "Willow, our time here is up. Are you certain that you wish to end our affair?" he instructs and questions. "Enoch, you know I don't want to end this, but it is the right thing to do, because I am a married woman," I explain. I see the hurt in his eyes as I get dressed. "I'm sorry, Enoch, I thought I could do it but I can't," I say with my back to him. I simply walk out the door without looking at the sorrow I know is in his eyes.</span></div>
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Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13677185558592144476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472514967809214142.post-22776031134461597202018-10-14T06:00:00.000-04:002018-10-14T06:00:05.627-04:00Memoirs of the Deflowered<div dir="ltr">
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<span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-5efeb2cf-7fff-002a-a159-897e01236e1b"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On Friday Mr. O'Brien summoned me to his office and basically demanded that I fulfill his sexual desires secretly to maintain my job at his company. I have had all weekend to ponder this scenario. Losing my job isn't really an option for me, and the idea of fucking such a sexy man does please me. I don't see how this could not be a win win for me as long as I keep him pleased. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On this Monday morning I have taken great care with my appearance to look extremely sexy even down to lingerie. I was even on time for work today and I am extremely pleased with myself. About an hour before lunch I receive a phone call that I had been expecting. The boss would like to see me. I would like to think that he couldn't get me off of his mind either.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I knock lightly on the door and he answers it motioning for me to come inside. He locks the door behind us. He leads me over to the black leather couch and has me sit down. He stands directly in front of me as he unfastens his pants and lets them fall to the floor. I don't know which is a bigger surprise: he's wearing no underwear or that his dick is extremely huge.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I reach out and carass the head of his cock with feather light fingertips. I pay special attention to that sensitive spot near the head of his dick. I use my tongue to lightly stroke that special area. I hear him lightly gasp with pleasure. Slowly I place his dick inside my mouth as I stroke him gently with my hand. With each stroke I take more and more of him inside my mouth. He removes my hand with his large hand and urges me to take more and more of him into my mouth. When I don't think I can take more of him, he places both of his hands on the back of my head pulling me deeper and deeper. He guides my head to quicken the pace. With my hand I fondle his balls gentle at first until I am kneading him with all of the strength of my hand. I feel him stiffen moments before I feel his salty cum roll down my throat.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have been summoned to the office of my head boss. My legs are shaking as I tell his secratary who I am and that I have been summoned to see him. She picks up the phone and mutters something I cannot hear. She motions for me to follow her and leads me to his office. She knocks on his door lightly and enters. She informs me of who I am. He tells her to close the door behind her and see to it that he is not disturbed until he says otherwise. She leaves and he walks over to the door and I hear the lock engage. I sence that something is not quite right but I remain motionless. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Mrs. Monroe, it has been brought to my attention that we are having issues with your attendence as of lately. Six months ago you were on the fast track to going somewhere and now you're steadily declining," he states as he leans on his desk with his arms folded in front of him. "Sir, I am so sorry. My husband left us six months ago and it is just me and three kids. I am really trying to balance out three kids and a full time job. I really need to this job," I inform him. "We need a 100% performance here and I can't count on you for that as of late. How desperate are you to maintain this job?" he asks. "Sir, I don't understand what you mean," I reply. "Are you willing to trade sexual favors to keep your job?" he inquires. I stand there mute for a moment with my mouth open wide. I am horrifically shocked that he would ask this of me. I am not horrified to actually fuck him, because he is downright sexy and so fuckable, but he is my boss. "This propositon does not leave this room and everything that happens between us should remain between us. We need to be discreet, because I do not wish for my wife to find out. I need an answer now or you can pack up and go home," he continues. Surprisingly I hear myself say, "Yes."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I shall call you Kennedy in this room and you shall call me Sean," he informs. "I make up the rules and you will do what is required of you if you want to remain at O'Brien Enterprises." "Yes, sir," I say quietly. "Kennedy, I want to see what I am gambing for. Take down your hair," he demands. I remove the pins from my hair and the black cascades down my back in long waves. "Very beautiful. You should wear it down more," he says. "I will do whatever you ask of me," I tell him. "I want you to slowly take all of your clothes off. I want you to do it in a seductive manner," he instructs. Slowly I remove my clothes one piece at a time and allow them to fall to the floor in a pile. When I remove my bra, I allow my fingers to graze both of my nipples in a seductive manner. I pull down my panties and bend over with my ass facing him at give him a view. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once I am standing there completely naked and trembling, he says, "Rub your clit, Kennedy. I want you to imagine that I am doing it and not you." I rub my clit in slow motions. Normally I have no issues getting myself off, but in this situation I am nervous and I want to please him. Slowly I feel the pressure building inside of me and feel a slight release. "You pleased me greatly today, Kennedy. Get dressed and get back to work," he instructs. I put my clothes back on and make myslef look more presentable. "I will call you soon and I expect you to be available when I call," he says as he leads me out of the door. Before I can respond the door is closed and I am just standing there. I stand there for a few mintutes pondering if I can fuck my sexy boss to keep my job. Well it is a no brainer. Fuck yes I can fuck my boss. It could be fun.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Three days ago we received word that Nathan's dad has died of a massive stroke. There was no love lost for my father in law, but I would never have wished him dead. Today is the day of the funeral. I am dressed in a simple yet elegant black dress and fuck me high heels. As the minister droans on about the accomplishments of the dead man, I hear the back door open. To my surprise as I live and breathe Enoch Claybourne is standing there in an elegant black suit and matching tie. I feel my heart begin to beat faster with each breath I take. Finally as the minister ends with a closing prayer I feel my heart beating at a normal rythym. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nathan and I are standing at the front of the church receiving the well wishes of all the attendees. Enoch walks up and offers a hand and his condolences to Nathan. He walks away and I start to feel a panic welling up in my chest. I cannot give into the temptation which is Enoch today. I tell Nathan I am not feeling well and rush off to the restroom.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I open the door to enter the restroom I feel a hand on my lower back urging me to go inside. "Enoch, we cannot do this here. It would be highly disrespectful and in serious poor taste," I explain to him. "Willow, since the night at the opera, I can't seem to get you out of my head," he says as he leans down and kisses me. I am completely lost with the touch of his lips to mine. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He checks the door to ensure it is locked and lifts me onto the counter. "I must take care with you, sweetness, and not muss your pretty dress." he whispers in my ear as he unfastens his pants. He moves my panties to the side as he enters me gently as his face never leaves mine. He kisses me as he moves slowly in and out of me. His hands are on my lower back as he pulls me deeper with each thrust. I feel my body tighten as my climax unleashes and I breathe his name. He pulls out his cock moments before he ejaculates.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After we are presentable he pulls me into his arms and holds me for what felt like a moment. "Baby, you need to head back before you are missed. I don't want to complicate your life anymore than I already have," he explains. I merely nod and leave the restroom.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On the limo ride home Nathan asks, "Didn't you think it was weird that Mr. Claybourne showed up for my father's funeral?" "No. I think your boss may just be a stand up guy," I say as I gaze out the window wishing it was Enoch with me and not my husband. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I glance around the bar and I spot him sitting at the end of the bar all alone. I take a deep breath trying to contain the rapid beat of my heart. I walk to the end of the bar and stand next to his stool. I decide to pretend that I haven't recognized him yet. "You look familiar. Have we met before?" he inquires of me. "I think we have about a month ago here. My name is Molly," I inform him. "I'm Clyde," he says.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The bartender makes his way around the bar and is heading towards me. Clyde stands up directly behind me, and places his left hand on the bar. I feel his right hand lift up the front of my skirt and slides down inside of the front of my panties. I try not to moan as the bartender takes my order for a rum and coke. He says unfazed he wants a bud in the bottle. As I wait for my drink order to appear, I feel my panties drop to the floor. I gasp softly in surprise. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He rubs my clit with one hand. He draws small circles slowly at first and increases the pace. With his left hand he enters my pussy as the bartender places our drinks on the bar. I gasp and the bartender looks at me with a bewildered expression. "I am surprised by how quickly you brought the drinks to us," I inform him as Clyde continues to thrust inside of me with his fingers. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He removes his fingers and licks them. "You taste good and I want to get a better taste of you," he explains to me. He grabs my hand and leads me out of the back exit of the bar. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once we are outside of the bar he pushes me back to wall. He kneels before me as I open my legs. With his tongue he draws small circles on my clit until I am moaning uncontrollably. "You drive me mad," he explains as he unfastens his pants. He presses into me and I can feel his pulsing need between my legs. He urges me to lift my legs and wrap them around his waist. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He thrusts his hard cock into my wet pussy with an urgent need. He thrusts and thursts. With each thrust he pounds into me harder and harder. Before I realize what is happening I feel my climax moments before I feel his climax. He lays his head on my shoulder until his breathing becomes more normal and urges my feet to the ground. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The phone rings about an hour after my husband has left for work. I look at the caller id and realize that it is Sebastian calling. My pulse quickens as I hastily answer, "Hello." "Hi, Grace. I've missed touching your body," he says. "Maybe we should do something about that," I suggest. "Can you be ready for me in about an hour?" he inquires. "I am sure I can arrange something," I declare. We hang up and I take a long shower to prepare for his arrival.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Exactly an hour later I hear the doorbell and I answer it wearing only a towel. He comes in and closes the door behind him. "Where shall we try today?" he asks of me. "Let's go upstairs and I'll allow you to pick the room for pleasure," I answer. We climb the stairs and walk down the hall to the last door, which happens to be the master's suite. He opens the door and I follow him inside. I allow the towel to finally drop as I close the door behind us. He motions for me to follow him into the master bath.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He lifts me up onto the counter and steps back from me. "Spread your legs and touch yourself for me to see as I get undressed," he instructs. I do as I am told. I get such pleasure out of watching this virile man simply take his clothes off. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He moves my hands away as his mouth descends onto my clit. He rubs his tongue over my most sensitive spot. I let out a long moan as he places two fingers inside my pussy. With his tongue and fingers fucking me at a rapid pace. I moan his name as the bathroom door crashes open and my husband barges inside. "Nathan," I scream, "What are you doing home?" "Apparently, I came home in time to watch my wife get fucked by the help," he responds. "This is my cue to leave," says Sebastian as he reaches down for his clothes. "Don't stop on my account," Nathan informs him. Sebastian and I wear astonished expressions and we don't know what to do or expect now.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Well, Sebastian, it appears that I have you by the balls, metaphorically speaking of course," Nathan says. "Sir, I meant no disrespect," Sebastian informs him. "Let me inform you two how this is going to work. You will continue fucking and I will tell you how to fuck her," he states with fury on his face. Sebastian attempts to say something but Nathan cuts him off, "You will only fuck her when and how I tell you to or that pretty wife of yours will be getting the videos of you fucking my wife in the kitchen and in the billiard room. Do you comprehend?" Sebastian merely nods.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nathan directs Sebastian to bend me over the bathroom counter. He is instructed to enter me from behind while squeezing my breasts. He tells Sebastian to squeeze them until I yelp as he pounds me from behind. Sebastian does as he's instructed. I refuse to scream out when the pain in my breasts becomes intense. I start to feel some pleasure in that pain as I feel the muscles in my pussy tighten. I feel my release coming and moments later I feel Sebastian stiffen and climax.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nathan tells Sebastian to get dressed and wait a moment. He walks over to where I am standing. He runs his fingers in the cum still on my cunt and then licks the cum off of his fingers. "Not bad for the first time," he says to us. "You will come and service my wife whenever I call you and only when I call you," he addresses Sebastian. Sebastian just nods. "Now get the fuck out of my house," he screams.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When I think my mood can't get any worse my phone rings and I recognize the number from the caller ID as Sebastian's. I swear in my head. My husband looks at me and asks, "Are you going to fucking answer that?" "Hello," I say answering the phone. "Good morning, Grace. Yesterday while I was there I was so distracted by your services that I forgot to get payment for my services," he declares. "I do apologize for that," I say through my teeth. "I will make that up to you today. I can't come over myself today, because I am swamped, but my brother, Tristan, will be over for the payment," he informs me. "That'll be fine," I hear myself say. We hang up and my husband is looking at me with a questioning look. "That was the handyman who fixed the sink yesterday, and it appears I forgot to pay him," I inform him with a nervous laugh. He reaches into his wallet and hands me money, and says "Give him a decent tip out of this for not making you wait for his services." "He's making me fucking wait for his sexual services," I think to myself, but I say to my husband nonchalantly, "Sure no problem."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">About 30 minutes after my husband leaves for work I hear the doorbell. I look through the peephole to confirm it is Tristan. The name on the shirt confirms it and he is carrying what appears to be a tool box. As I open the door his hand snakes out and grabs me by the throat and pushes me into the foyer wall. "Please don't hurt me," I beg of him. He replies, "Sebastian tells me that he left you hanging yesterday and that you needed to be properly fucked today. I don't know about proper fucking, but I do know about improper fucking and you'll be begging me for more before I am done." </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before I can react he drags me by the hair into the first open door which is the billiard room and sits down the toolbox. He closes and locks the door. His hand unleashes me and I run for the door. He grabs the back of my nightgown and the thin fabric rips. "Whore, I like a woman who fights me," he claims. "I am not a fucking whore," I scream. He grabs both of my nipples roughly and uses them to pull me closer to him. "What do you call a woman that fucks someone who's not her husband," he whispers in my ear. "You call her a whore and today you will be my whore, willingly or unwillingly. The choice is yours."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I stand there naked and mute pondering the circumstances before me. "I will come to you willingly," I inform him. "That's a good slut," he responds with mischief in his eyes. He takes his clothes off and he is gloriously aroused. He is covered in tattoos. I unknowingly lick my lips. "Like what you see, tramp?" he questions. "Yes," I mutter.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He pushes me back and I fall onto my ass. He reaches into his toolbox and pulls out somethings I can't see what are. He lifts me into his arms and throws me onto the pooltable. I see the rope as he ties my arms and legs to the pooltable. My crotch is hanging slightly off of the table. I open my mouth to question what he is going to do when he places a ball gag into my mouth. He places a blindfold over my eyes. I whine at the discomfort. He bites my nipple hard and tells me to shut the fuck up.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He unties me and has me standing in front of him. "You're a dirty bitch," he says with a sneer.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He forces me back onto my knees and instructs me to lick off the sexual juices from him. Once he is satisfied that he is properly cleaned he stands me on my feet. "I'll be needing that payment," he says as he smacks me on the ass. I sorely walk into the kitchen to retrieve the money for the sink as he is getting dressed.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He kisses me on the forehead as he grabs the money, and says, "We'll have to do that again soon. You're such a good whore with a great pussy that's tight on my large cock." He walks out the door not waiting for my response. I wonder to myself if I would like to have Tristan inside me again and I believe I do.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Exactly an hour later I hear a knock on the door. I answer the door wearing only the smile he left me with yesterday. "My my, you are more than ready for me this morning," he whispers in my ear as his hand cups my entire vagina. I feel myself gasp with unexpected pleasure. "You can have all of me you want, but first the sink has to be fixed or my husband might suspect something," I instruct him. "Yes, ma'am, you're the boss," he replies. "You're right. I am the boss and you will do as I instruct today," I tell him.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Sweetheart, I am finished, and we need to locate somewhere different where I can fuck you improperly," he informs me. He helps me off the counter, and I lead him into my husband's office by grabbing his hand. I close the door behind us. "Sweet cheeks, you are way overdressed. You need to remove all of your clothes," I say and immediately he complies until he is standing there in all his glory wear only what the gods gave him. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He is hard all over and his arousal for me is overly obviously. I use my hands and allow them to lightly touch every inch of him. "You're killing me, woman," he states. I whisper, "Hush," as I kneel down in front of him and begin to worship his beautiful cock with my hands. I pay complete attention to the slight indent at the head of his dick. With my tongue I stroke that sensitive spot as I fondle his thick balls. Gradually I take him into my mouth taking in more of him with each stroke. He places both of his hands on the back of my head increasing the speed until I feel him stiffen and I feel his seed spill into my mouth and down my throat. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I must go back to work," he informs me. "What the fuck? I took care of you and you're leaving me here all fucking aroused," I demand of him. He smacks me on the ass and says, "I'll make sure you are properly fucked tomorrow to make up for today." He walks out the door saying nothing more as I am still fuming. "Fucking man!" I scream as I grab my husbands stapler and throw it across the room.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nathan and I arrive at the wedding together. He informs me that the electric blue gown that I opted to wear makes me look like a streetwalker with my tits spilling out everywhere. I knew what I was doing. I wanted to look exceptionally sexy in case Enoch was here.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I keep my eyes focused on my surroundings without being obvious about it. Enoch is nowhere in sight. I am feeling rather disappointed, when I hear a familiar voice acknowledge Nathan. It is Enoch. I feel myself turning into an eternal puddle of desire. Nathan introduces me to Enoch as if we had never met. I bite my tongue and suppress the urge to giggle. Enoch asks, "Nathan, can I steal a dance with this enchanting creature that you call wife." Nathan merely nods and Enoch leads me out to the dance floor.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"It feels great to be in your arms again, because I have been craving your touch," I inform him. "You need only call me when you feel such needs," he tells me. "I'll have to keep that in mind," I declare. His response is: "You can have me now if you desire. Go into the restroom and I'll meet you in the garden." After saying that he walks off.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I don't know what to do. My husband is here and so is my lover. I desire my lover as i do not desire my husband. I find my feet leading me into the restroom where i remove my panties as I was instructed. My feet take me out into the garden and into the arms of my lover.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He leans down and gently kisses me. As his kiss increases in urgency, the rain begins to fall. He pushes me up against the tree. My hands tremble with desire as I unfasten his pants. I free his beautiful cock and slowly caress him. "My beauty, we do not have time for all that," he makes me aware of. As he lifts me up onto his dick, my legs wrap around him. As he is pounding inside of me, he kisses my neck and caresses my ass. For a few minutes I am in heaven. I feel an urgency inside me increase and i begin to stiffen as my release comes. Immediately after I feels him stiffen and with such force he pulls out of me as his seed spills upon the ground.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Enoch places me back onto the ground and he tells me, "You cannot go back in there." "Why not?" I ask in a pleasure daze. With a crooked grin he replies, "You look freshly fucked, my dear." "What am I going to do?" I ask. "Tell your husband that you are suddenly feeling ill," he offers as he smacks my ass and walks away.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "architects daughter"; font-size: 14pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I continue to gaze at him, I realize he is looking at me. I feel a thrill run through me. I find myself walking towards him and he starts walking towards me. "Hey there," I hear him say. I respond, "Hi, big guy. How would you feel about getting out of here and going to my place where you can fuck my brains out?" "I have a better idea. Why don't we just fill your need right here and right now?" he questions as he guides me to a booth in the back corner of the bar. My legs are shaking. I have never had sex in a public place before. "I want you to crawl under the table, pull my cock out and suck it like a good little girl," he insists.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "architects daughter"; font-size: 14pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I crawl under the table and unfasten his pants. I pull out his cock and to my amazement he is bigger than I expected. I lick just the tip while rubbing the sensitive spot near the head of his shaft. I hear him exhale. I take just the head into my mouth as I caress him with my tongue. I slowly start going further down on his dick until I can go no further. I feel his hands on the back of my head forcing me to take more and more of him with each stroke. I gag as his dick goes into my throat. I hear him groan with each stroke of my mouth. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "architects daughter"; font-size: 14pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Get up from there," he demands and I comply. He has me sit on the table. He pushes my skirt up and pulls out a knife, which he uses to cut off the tiny straps of my panties. With his fingers he rubs my clit. I clamp a hand over my mouth as I start to moan. "Remove your hand," he orders. "What if someone hears me?" I ask. "Then they will know you are being well pleasured," he informs me. I comply with his wishes.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "architects daughter"; font-size: 14pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He pulls my shirt off and then my bra as I am still sitting on the table. I am a bit uneasy and look around to see if anyone is noticing. I see no one glancing our way. He inserts a finger into my tight, wet pussy as he begins to suck on my breasts. I moan with pleasure as I feel my need to cum increases until i feel the dam break as I cry out.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "architects daughter"; font-size: 14pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"My turn," he says as he guides me into a standing position and pushes me tit first into the table. I feel his hand lift my skirt and roughly grab my ass. I feel him shove his cock into my wet throbbing pussy. He does not even attempt to be gentle as he pounds me from behind. I feel the pressure building inside me again. I feel the pressure inside of me release as he stiffens and I feel his seed spill into me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: "architects daughter"; font-size: 14pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He immediately fastens his pants and smacks me on the ass. "Thanks for the fuck," he says as he walks away. Quickly I put my clothes on and look around. I am curious where he went and I can't locate him. I do see a man smiling at me. "Thanks for the show," he says as he rubs his cock. I am mortified as I run out of the bar to my car. I guess I got what I was looking for: to get fucked. I didn't even catch his name and I doubt he wants to see me again. Fuck my life. I wanted round 2.</span></div>
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Niccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13677185558592144476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472514967809214142.post-20337647739017179292017-11-16T10:17:00.000-05:002017-11-16T10:18:48.052-05:00A Seduction in Secret<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">It has been a month since
I spent the evening at the theater with Enoch. Every time I think about that
night I feel myself get flushed with desire. I long to feel his touch again.
This very morning my husband informed me that he would be out of the office all
day. Do I dare take this chance to call Enoch? He touched me in a way that my
husband never does.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">With trembling hands I
take out the business card and dial the number. A lady answers the phone and I
panic and hang up immediately. How would I explain to her the purpose of my
calling? Maybe I should just go down there and take a chance of seeing him. I
dress with care, because I want to see desire in his eyes again.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I walk into the office
and run into one of my husband’s colleagues. “What are you doing here, Willow?”
he inquires of me. “Nathan asked me to drop off some paperwork,” I lie. “He is
not in the office today,” he informs me. “Why would he ask me to drop off
paperwork if he’s not here?” I deviously ask of him. “He’s your husband,” he
jokes with a laugh.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mrs. McKabe, what do I
owe for this unexpected pleasure?” I hear a familiar southern drawl ask of me.
“Enoch!” I exclaim breathlessly. “Come with me,” he whispers for only me to
hear. I follow him through a maze of halls to an office. I am lead to an office
with his name on the door. I am amazed because his title basically states that
he is my husband’s boss. For reasons I’m not certain of, this fact fills me
with an unexpected joy.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">“What brings you into
the office today, Willow?” he questions as we stand across the room from each
other. “Do you want the truth or would you prefer the lie I’ve told to get in
here today?” I ask of him. “Always the truth, darling,” he informs. “I lied saying
that my husband needed paperwork dropped off. I knew he was out of the office,
but I was hoping to see you,” I tell him. “Dearling, I have been wanting to see
you since the other night, but I didn’t know how to reach you other than
through your husband,” he declares. I find myself running across the office
into his arms. “Kiss me,” I whisper. I feel his lips gently descend upon mine.
For this moment I feel like I am in heaven.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Suddenly there’s a noise
outside of the door and the door opens abruptly. We jump away from each other
in a slight panic. It was his receptionist. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to
interrupt,” she says. “It’s all right. Can you please see to it that I am not
disturbed the rest of the afternoon?” he questions. “Absolutely,” she says as
she rushes out the door. He locks the door behind her. “We will not be
disturbed again, and don’t fear that Greta will tell your husband for she is
discreet,” he informs me.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">With my hands in his he
walks backwards until he’s backed up to his desk. His right arm reaches out and
grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a deep kiss. All thoughts I have,
has disappeared and all I can think about is this man and this moment. I feel a
desire for this man that I have never known before and may never know again. I
break from the kiss and whisper, “Make love to me.” “My pleasure,” he says as
he slowly undresses me.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">“I love to see you, all
of you,” he says as his hands graze my breasts with tenderness. He removes his
shirt as I reach to unfasten his pants. I’m amazed to discover he’s not wearing
any underwear under his pants. I am more aroused now than I was before. I
kneel before him gently stroking his manhood with my hands. With my tongue I
lightly lick just the tip. With the tongue I further go up and down the shaft
lightly. I travel down towards his balls and with my mouth I gently suck. I
hear him moan with pleasure. I placed his dick into my mouth and slowly move up
and down allowing my tongue to graze down the shaft. “You're killing me, woman”
he says to me. I let out a sultry giggle.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"> He helps me to my
feet and abruptly pushes everything off the desk. He sits me on the edge of the
desk and spreads my legs open. With his thumb he begins to rub my clit slowly.
I hear myself moan uncontrollably. He kneels down before me. With his tongue he
begins to lick that nub. He puts two fingers inside of me and begins to move in
and out. I feel myself climax as I moan the name “Enoch.”</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">“I'm not done with you,
my pet,” he tells me. He stands up and his large cock and place is just the tip
inside as he strokes himself. He begins to thrust slow at first and gradually
quicken up the paste until I feel I cannot keep up. I feel myself climax yet
again. Darling, he says, I am not done yet. You may have climax twice but I
have yet.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">He stands me up and
bends me over the desk. He enters me from behind. With one hand on my breast
the other rubs my clit as he pounds from behind. He bites my neck as he
continues to pound. I feel him stiffen as he begins to shake he calls the name,
Willow. He shudders as I feel his come flowing through me and I know he has
found his release.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">He dresses himself and
helps me get dressed. He leads me over to the couch and places me on his lap.
His arms are around and he gently kiss my neck. I nonchalantly caress his chest
through his shirt. “I hope that I can see you again. As for being your
husband’s boss whether you see me again or not will not affect his employment here,”
he declares. “I don’t care about my husband’s job and I would love to see you
again,” I express to him.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mv boli"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I leave the office a bit
later. I am on cloud nine all the way home. As I enter the garage, I realize
that my husband is home. I walk into our living room and he’s on the couch with
a brandy in his hand. “You’re home early,” I say to him. “The boss said that I
could have an early day to come and spend time with my beautiful wife,” he
lies. “That was really nice of him. Maybe one day I can meet him, and thank him
for his kindness,” I counter. “That won’t be necessary,” he says with a
chuckle. “Where have you been all afternoon,” he inquires. “Oh, I was just out
shopping,” I lie. “I didn’t see you bring in any bags,” he points out to me. “I
couldn’t find what I was looking for,” I tell him. “I’m going to head upstairs
to shower and turn in for the night. All that shopping wore me out,” I say
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the shower, I relive the magical afternoon in Enoch’s arms. I can’t wait to see
him again. Maybe next time it won’t take me so long to get in touch with him.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tonight my husband and I have
planned to go to the opera together, and this will be my first time attending.
I feel he and I need this time together to basically save our marriage. He has
been spending most of his time at the office lately. It took me months of
pleading to convince my husband we should go. I look at my watch as the phone
begins to ring. It is my husband informing me that he is running late and I
should head there without him. He swears that he will meet me in the private
box that he had reserved. I am very disappointed with the turn of events. I
refuse to allow his tardiness to affect this evening. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I arrive at the theater
approximately 30 minutes later. As I enter the lobby I am taken aback by the
beauty and elegance of my surroundings. People are dressed elegantly in a vast
array of colors. The staff is dressed in black and white and looks amazing. I
am in awe of it all. I believe that I must look a little bewildered, because a
teenaged usher approaches me and asks if he could be of assistance. I explain
to him this is my first opera and I am uncertain of where I should go to find
our place. He guides me to the box and I politely thank him for his assistance.
He tells me it was his pleasure with a wicked gleam in his eyes. I suppress the
sudden urge to giggle. This man thought I was sexy. I also realize that my
husband has yet to arrive.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I sit down in one of the six blue chairs
in the box. I am still amazed by the beauty of my surroundings. My cell phone
begins to ring, which reminds me that I will need to turn it off. I look at the
caller ID and realize that it is my husband. I release a frustrated sigh as I
answer it. He tells me that he is unable to get away from work and that I
should remain to enjoy the opera. I tell him I will as I hang up, because I
refuse for him to know how upset he has made me. He didn’t even bother with
apologizing for missing this big night. In my heart I know it is not his work
that keeps him there. I know that he is with another woman, and I have
suspected this for a while now. I feel a warm tear land on my cheek.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As I sit here wallowing in the
misery of my failure of a marriage, I hear the door to the private box open. I
turn in my seat and look to see who was here. In walked the most stunning man I
have ever laid my eyes upon. He is tall with broad shoulders, jet black
shoulder length hair, and a well trimmed goatee. For a moment all I could do is
just gaze at him. He apologizes for apparently being in the wrong box. I find
my voice and say to him, “It is alright. You are welcome to stay if you wish.
The opera is starting in a few minutes.” “Are you all alone tonight,” he
inquires with a deep southern voice. “My husband was supposed to be meeting me
here, but he cancelled because he wasn’t able to leave work,” I inform him. “How
could I resist a generous offer from such a beautiful woman,” he replies and my
heart starts fluttering He takes the seat right next to me. I believe that my
heart is beating even faster with him this close to me. “Will your date be
upset that you are not with her?” I ask of him. “I came with a group of people
and I will simply tell them that I received a generous offer from a sensual
woman. They will completely understand,” he tells me as he barely touches my
hand. I feel a blush coming over me. Apparently he noticed also, because this
man had the audacity to wink at me. “I am Enoch,” he tells me. Without thinking
of a cover name I reply, “My name is <st1:city><st1:place>Willow</st1:place></st1:city>.”
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The curtain on the stage begins to
lift as the lights begin to darken. I sneak a glance at my unexpected date. To
my mortification I realize that he was already looking my way. I let out a
slight giggle as he grins at me. For a few minutes I study him in the low light
of this box. He has the most amazing blue eyes that seem to glow in this dark
area. His lips are indefinable, but I seem to be mesmerized by them and can’t
seem to look away. At this stage of the game I believe that I have taken
complete leave of my senses. I am a married woman and this kind man agreed to
stay with my so I wouldn’t be alone tonight. I should not be having lusty
thoughts about Enoch. Holy crap I should not be thinking his name either.
Before I realized what I was doing I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the
mouth. “I am so sorry,” I blurt out once I realize what I am doing and hang my
head in shame. “Apologies aren’t necessary,” he says with a husky voice. I lift
my head and look in his eyes. He turns his body towards me and with his hand he
caresses my cheek. His hand creeps around to the back of my neck and pulls me
towards his face. For a brief moment in time we remain a mere inch apart. I can
feel his breath upon my lips. I lick my lips for sheer nervousness. His hand
pulls me closer and our lips touch. He kisses me lightly at first. Before I
realize what is happening the kiss deepens and he thrusts his tongue in and out
of my mouth. I have never been kissed with such raw passion before. I return
his kiss touching his tongue with my tongue. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Suddenly my sanity returns and I
realize what I am doing with a stranger. “Oh, my goodness, what are we doing? I
am a married woman,” I frantically explain as I jump up to put distance between
us. “Shhh,” he tells me, “You have done nothing to be ashamed of. The
atmosphere creates an ambiance hard to deny.” I feel a tear streak down my
cheek as I boldly look into his eyes. “I want to see all of you. I want to
touch every spot on your body. I want to feel you touch every inch of my body.
For the sexual feelings I have generated for you, I feel ashamed,” I say
without my voice shaking. He appears to be as shocked as I am by my sudden
confession and remains mute. “I am not a woman, who has ever been this bold
before. Will you have me tonight? Can we have this moment? Can we pleasure each
other?” I bombard him with questions. “I want you tonight,” he says as if his
voice is stuck in his throat. We stand looking at each other for what feels
like an eternity. Neither of us appears to know what to do next. “We should get
a room,” I suddenly cry out. “Why should we do that? We have a private room
right here,” he informs me as he removes his jacket and lets it fall to the
floor.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Before I can let out my next
breath, he is in front of me with both hands in my hair and his mouth is hungrily
upon mine. My arms are around his waist trying to pull him closer to me. He
guides me back to the chair and has me sitting on his lap. He continues to kiss
me as his hands caress my ass thought the fabric of my dress. I reach up to his
bow tie and remove it. My hands tremble with anticipation as I begin to
unbutton his shirt. I begin to caress his bare chest. I hear him exhale
sharply. “Do you truly want me?” I hear him ask of me. In a voice barely over a
whisper I reply, “Yes.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He gently pushes me away from him.
He stands up and unzips his pants. He sits back down in the chair. I kneel
before him. My hands reach for the spot where there is exposed flesh under
where his zipper had been. With my hands I touch his skin and discover this
handsome man isn’t wearing anything under his pants. Finally I discover what I
am looking for. His manhood is long, thick, and hard. I touch the tip of him
lightly with just the tips of my fingers. I want to memorize every inch of his
body. I glide my fingers down the length of him, slowly caressing him. I reach
the bottom of his shaft with my free hand I cup his balls. I hear him breathe
in deeply. I know I have pleased him with my actions. With my caressing hand I
wrap it around the girth of him and slowly stroke him up and down. Gradually I
increase my pace. I lean over him and place the tip inside of my mouth. I
remove the hand that was stroking him and keep the hand cupping his nuts where
it is. I take in more and more of him each time I move my head down. I look up
as I continue. His eyes meet mine. I can see such fierce passion in them. “My
Lady, you must stop this torture,” he barks at me. I stop. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He informs me he wishes me to scoot
back and lay down. I heed his request. He kneels between my legs and pushes my
dress up to my hip. He uses both hands to rip off my panties. With his thumb he
begins to rub my clitoris. I hear myself moan. His mouth descends upon where
his thumb had been rubbing. Never have I known the pleasure of a man’s mouth on
this area of my body. I feel my body stiffen as I arch my back. “Do not cum
yet, my pet. There is more pleasure for you,” he says with such passion in his
voice. </div>
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Enoch lies down beside me and
encourages me to climb onto him with my vagina near his face and my head near
his shaft. He then licks my swollen cliterous as I begin sucking on his aroused
cock. With my hand I stroke with the rhythm in which I am sucking. I know I
should feel ashamed, but I can’t be no matter how hard I try. This man is
giving me pleasure that I have never known before and I plan to make this
memory last a lifetime. </div>
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When I feel that I can’t take it
anymore, he tells me to stand. As I stand I realize that my legs are a bit
shaky, but not out of fear. I am excited for what will happen next. I am
standing facing him with my head looking into his eyes with the hope of
discovering what will happen next. I feel his hands touch my shoulders as the
strap of the royal blue dress I am wearing falls to the floor. Before him I
stand gloriously naked. He guides me to the edge of the balcony where I place
my hands on the railing. I feel him place his swollen cock into my tight wet
vagina. He thrusts in and out very slowly. With each stroke I feel I might die
from erotic pleasure. I gaze across the way and discover an older man watching
us. As this man watches I realize that he is rubbing on his crotch. He is
enjoying the show in which we are putting on for him to see. Normally this
would embarrass me, but not tonight. Tonight it makes me feel more brazen. Enoch
turns me around to face him and sits me on the ledge and enters me. He thrusts
as I grab the back of his pants. With each thrust I pull him in deeper and
deeper. His hands are on my ass also. He’s pushing himself deeper and deeper
with each thrust. Enoch lifts me off of the ledge and continues to thrust
inside of me. I place my arms around his back under his shirt. I dig my freshly
manicured nails into his back. I hear myself moan his name. Who is this woman
in which I am tonight? I am wild with passion for a man I have just met. </div>
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As he sits in the chair with
himself still inside of me he says, “<st1:city><st1:place>Willow</st1:place></st1:city>,
your pussy feels so great around my dick.” I move up and down on his shaft as I
play with his nipples. With each thrust I pinch harder and harder on his
nipples. He becomes overcome with passion and flexes his hips to meet my
thrusts. With his hands he lifts my ass faster and faster on his cock. I feel
myself reaching the point I cannot hold my passion in any longer. As I feel a
gush of fluid come out of my throbbing pussy, I feel him start to shake and he
moans, “Oh Willow.” </div>
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For a few minutes we sit
intertwined in each other. I am reflecting the events of tonight and how
wonderful it has been. I know I should feel ashamed, but I am unable to muster
the shame. He reaches down to pick up my dress from the floor with me remaining
on his lap. He places it over my head. Gradually the lights come back on and I
realize that the show has ended. I missed the entire thing. I feel myself
giggling inside. “We should get up and look presentable,” he informs me. I
notice him reach down and pick up my torn panties. He places them in his
pocket.</div>
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“<st1:city><st1:place>Willow</st1:place></st1:city>,
I really enjoyed tonight and I hope that I can see you again,” Enoch says to
me. “I really would like to see you again. Tonight was simply amazing and you
are a wonderful lover,” I blurt out without thinking. He reaches into his
wallet and pulls out a business card. He hands it to me and says “My number is
on this card and you can call me day or night when you are ready to see me
again.” He kisses me on the cheek and walks out of the door. I look down at the
card in my hand. I gasp. This man works for the same company my husband does.
Do I dare see him again or should this be a one time thing? I pick up my stuff
when I realize that I dropped my phone on the floor. I look at the screen and
realize that when I originally dropped it the camera had switched on. It would
appear that I have videoed tonight’s entire event. I replay a bit of the video
and I feel passion reigniting inside of me again. I realize now that I have to
see Enoch again.</div>
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I arrive home about 30 minutes
later. I discover that my husband has beaten me home. I know I should feel
dread at the prospect of facing him, but I can’t. I feel like I am walking on
air. “Darling, how was the opera?” he ask of me as I entered the room. “It was
simply amazing,” I declare. “I’m heading to bed. I see myself going out a bit
more in the future,” I say as I walk out of the room.</div>
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This morning I am meeting
with my private investigator. I have suspected that my husband has been
stepping out of our marriage. He has shown me proof of my husband's infidelity
in the form of photographs. Apparently my husband has a taste for unsavory
sexual things. There are pictures of him with multiple women, and also pictures
of him with men. There are pictures of him naked being whipped with a riding
crop. I put the pictures away as I shudder with utter disgust.</div>
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I walk outside for
a much needed walk to clear my head. I put my sunglasses on when a young boy
about 12 years old walks up to me. “Lady, I really need your help. “Please come
with me, because I need help,” he says with tears in his eyes. I can’t deny
this child help when he’s obviously in some kind of trouble. He leads me
towards a group of men. Suddenly I am afraid. “What’s going on?” I ask of the
boy. “These men said they would kill my momma if I didn’t bring you here,” he
replies. I realize that I am in deep shit. I turn to run, when suddenly a cloth
bag is placed suddenly over my head. I begin to panic. With my legs and arms I
begin lashing out blindly, while screaming until my voice would crack. I feel
something hit my head with such force that I begin to stagger. At this point I
realize that fighting is useless I feel my hands and feet are being bound. I'm
lifted off of the ground and placed somewhere lying down. I feel around trying
to discover just exactly where I am. I know that I am in a vehicle, because I
can feel it jerk forward. It doesn't take me long to determine that I'm in a goddamned
fucking trunk. I begin to scream so loud that the sound is hurting my ears.
With my hands I begin to pound on the trunk lid. I know I have to escape or
I'll be dead by nightfall. </div>
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After what felt
like an eternity, or it could have been 15 minutes, the car stopped and I heard
the doors open and close. I know they are coming for me. I quickly remove the
item covering my head. I search frantically in the dark for something to use as
a weapon. My search proves futile and I am left with nothing but my wits to get
out of this alive. The trunk opens and one man reaches for me and jerks me out
of the trunk. I stand up realizing this man is about my height. With my head I rare
back and allow it to connect with his head. The man shouts out in pain as
another man walks over and puts me in a head lock. I feel like I can’t breathe
like I am being smothered. I am walked a few feet when I stumble over a step.
"Stupid bitch," I hear the man mutter. I am taken through a door and
guided through what feels like a maze of halls. </div>
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I discover no one
is holding me. I ponder my options at this point. I realize I have none. I must
comply. My eyes dart around to see exactly where I am. This place is not
familiar to me. It appears that I am in some sort of an abandoned warehouse. It
seems like there are all the comforts of home here. There are several old
looking beds and couches in the area and a long rectangle shaped couch. It
would appear that these men live here. </div>
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Before me stands
the tallest and most broad shouldered man I have even laid my eyes upon. His
eyes are an icy blue and I see no compassion in them. His facial features
appear sharp and he has a mustache and goatee. Every part of his body that is
exposed has tattoos covering every inch of his skin. In another set of
circumstances I would have unwillingly admitted that this man was very
attractive. </div>
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"Mrs. Lily
Taylor, I guess you are wondering why you were invited here today," he
says with the most menacing deep voice I've ever heard. I feel myself shiver
out of pure fear, yet I remain mute. How does this man know my name? "Your
husband is a wealthy man, and you are a rare beauty. He will pay handsomely for
your return," Mr. blue eyes inform me. </div>
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The man in charge
reaches for what looks like a disposable cell phone. He punches a few buttons
and puts the phone to his ear. “Can I speak with Zachariah Taylor?” I hear him
say. The leader walks away for a few moments to conduct his call in private I
think. He returns and throws the phone. The phone hits the wall and shatters in
thousands of piece. The men stand in stunned silence as they wait for an
explanation. “He doesn’t want her back. He says we can keep her, because he is
tired of her,” he explains to the men with an angry voice.</div>
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At this point I
realize all hope is lost, for my husband doesn't want me. He will be glad to be
rid of me. The men begin to argue amongst themselves. I'm more frightened now
than I was before. I hear one man mention selling me, while another mentions
killing me after they've all had turns with me. My body is now shaking
uncontrollably. "Abandon all hope," are the words echoing in my head.
"ENOUGH!" the leader shouts. The sound is deafening and all the men
pay heed to his words. “Well the ransom hasn’t went as planned, but we do have
a prize, boys. She can become our sex slave until we all tire of her. Once we
tire of her we can either kill her or sell her to whoever will take her used up
pussy,” he explains.</div>
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"She will
suck my dick first,” he declares. I begin to scream. I have never used my mouth
to pleasure a man before. His fist lashes out and hits me on the corner of my
eye. I begin to sob and screamed no more. "Take off your clothes," he
orders. I shake my head no. He takes a step towards me and I know he will hurt
me. I pull my skirt down my legs to the floor with shaking hands. I reach for
the buttons on my sweater but my hands are shaking so much that I can't even
grab hold of them. I look up at him with pleading eyes. He reaches down into
his boot and pulls out a long wicked looking knife. I shudder as he steps
closer to me and with the knife he cuts off the ropes that bind my hands and
feet and then the buttons on the sweater one by one. He rips off the sweater
and throws it on the dirty floor. </div>
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I am standing
there wearing nothing but my bra and panties. I risk a glance at the other men
standing around hoping to find compassion in the eyes of one. My search is in
vain for I see only lust and no sympathy. I feel the blade touch my skin as he
slices off both my bra and panties. With one hand still holding onto the knife,
the other reaches out to pinch my nipple. I squeal out in pain. He just laughs
a wicked laugh. </div>
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"I'm going to
sit the knife down. Are you going to be a good little bitch for me?" he
asks. Somehow I mutter the word "yes." He sits the knife down, and
pulls me closer by pulling on my nipple. He bends over and bites me on the top
of my tit. I bite my tongue to remain silent and feel a slight amount of blood
enter my mouth from the pressure. </div>
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With the same hand
he continues pinching the nipples. With the other hand he thrusts three fingers
into my pussy. He thrusts them in and out with such force that I prayed he
would kill me sooner rather than later. “Will you please just kill me rather
than just humiliating me?” I inquire. He lets out a wicked laugh. “No I won’t,
you stupid twit. I am going to use you for my pleasure and the men will take
what they want from you and you will comply. Never question me again,” he says
as he thrusts his fingers harder and deeper inside of me. I feel more tears
rolling down my face as I realize this is my fate.</div>
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He removes his
hands from my body and unzips his pants. I squeeze my eyes shut, because I
can't do this anymore. He grabs my hands and places it around his dick.
"This dick is going to be in every hole you possess. Look at it," he
demands. I look down at his cock and notice his jeans are at his ankles. It is
long, thick, and erect. The sight of it terrifies me. "Bitch, it is time
for you to kiss him," he says as he pushes me to my knees. I start to cry
and pull my hand off his rigid penis. </div>
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“Please don’t do
this to me,” I beg of him. “You have no choice as I have told you before,” he
says to me in a rather bored tone of voice. My body stiffens as a form of unexpected
rebellion. He grabs a fit full of my auburn hair and pulls me towards him.
“Open your mouth, bitch,” he demands as his fist snakes out and he hits me
again on the other side of my face. I let out a slight squeal of pain, yet my
mouth remains shut. </div>
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“Motivate her,” he
barks to his men. The meanest one of the group approaches with a pistol in hand
and I feel the cold metal press to the side of my head. I hear the gun click. I
am without hope. I open my mouth and close my eyes. I feel him force his large
cock in me mouth with no sense of gentleness. He grabs the back of my head and
forces himself in and out of my mouth. On several occasions I feel myself gag
as the head of his penis rams into the back of my throats. I feel the tears run
down my cheek from the humiliation and some from the gagging. “Oh what a good
little bitch,” he says to me as he removes himself from my mouth and ejaculates
on my chest. I grab for my sweater that was discarded on the floor. I wipe off
the results of his pleasure with shaking hands.</div>
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“Who wants to be
next to having his dick sucked?” he asked his men. They all approach with
desire in their eyes. “<st1:place>Clyde</st1:place>, you’re next,” he informs
the man holding the gun to my head. <st1:place>Clyde</st1:place> sits the gun
on the table where they usher me and <st1:place>Clyde</st1:place> pulls his
pants down and plops down on the edge of the table. “Are you going to service
me well, wench?” <st1:place>Clyde</st1:place> asks me. “I have no choice,” I return.
The leader bends me over and motions me to begin sucking on <st1:place>Clyde</st1:place>.
At this stage of the game I realize that if I want to survive I am going to
have to do as they demand. I feel humiliation down to my very soul, but I
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With my right hand
I grasp his cock, and with my mouth I begin to bob up and down on his shaft
only taking in enough to not make myself gag. I feel hands on my ass and they
are roughly grasping and kneading. I tilt my head not missing a stroke and
realize that it is the leader of this horny bunch of men. I turn my attention
back to <st1:place>Clyde</st1:place>. </div>
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I feel something
slide into my asshole and realize that the leader has inserted his penis. The
pain I feel is horrendous as he thrusts forcefully inside of me. I look up to <st1:place>Clyde</st1:place>
who was leaning back on his elbows to give me better access to the length of
his shaft. My eyes plead with him for his assistance in ending this nightmare.
I see no sign that he will help me. His brown eyes are clouded with raw
passion. As time progresses my ass becomes more accustomed to the leader’s
assault. I feel <st1:place>Clyde</st1:place> stiffen and he begins to moan.
Next thing I know I feel this warm, salty fluid slide into my mouth and down my
throat. “She’s a swallower, boys,” <st1:place>Clyde</st1:place> explains in a
loud voice filled with laughter. Hell he just got a blowjob and any man would
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I realize now that
my ass is not being used by the leader. The loud sound of laughter echoes in my
ears and I cover my face to hide my shame. The leader leans down, caresses my
left cheek, and whispers into my right ear, “There is no shame in knowing that
you have pleasured a man.” I remove my hands from my face. “Can I please go
now?” I ask of him with hopefulness in my voice. “No, my pet, we are not even
close to being done with you. I’ll make you a deal. Would you like that?” he
says quietly where only I can hear his words. I nod. “Zeke will get his turn
and then you can rest for a few hours,” he declares.</div>
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“Zeke, follow me.
It is your turn,” he says as he grabs my hand and drags me towards the large
bed. He pushes me down on the bed where my pussy is slightly hanging off the
edge of the bed. Zeke has completely removed his pants and he is straddling
over my head with his dick in his hand. He pushes his not so big dick towards
my mouth as I open it to let him inside. He thrusts in and out of my mouth without
a hint of gentleness. I guess you could say he was fucking my mouth. I feel
hands on my pussy and they are exploring my clitoris with circular motions. I
cannot see who it is because Zeke is blocking my view. I realize that there is
a mouth on this area. Never before have had I felt this type of pleasure. “I
don’t want to enjoy this type of pleasure especially now,” I scream inside of
my head. The man between my legs increases the pace with his tongue. I begin to
moan with Zeke’s cock in my mouth. Zeke suddenly removes his penis and begins
to stroke himself. I feel such pressure start to build and find myself shaking
from the pleasure. I feel a gush of fluid escape me at the same moment Zeke
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The leader removes
his shirt and throws it at me. “Clean yourself up, nasty bitch,” he slurs at
me. All the men bust out laughing at this statement. I begin to cry again. I am
humiliated and I hurt everywhere. I cover my face with his shirt. “Did you see
that fucking whore cum all over the place?” one of the men exclaims rather
loudly. I begin to sob loudly as I curl up into the fetal position. The men are
all laughing hysterically. I realize at this stage that I am going to die here.</div>
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“Damn that man!” I scream. My
husband was supposed to fix the slow leak in the sink. Now it is gushing out
everywhere. At this point I don’t give a damn if he bitches about the price it
is going to cost to get a professional in here to fix it. I look in the phone
book and come away with the number for Johnson Brother’s Plumbing. The
dispatcher informs me that she has a man in the area and he will be by in 5
minutes to help me with my needs. </div>
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I scramble around the kitchen for a
few minutes in attempt to tidy up a bit. I am startled a bit when I hear the
doorbell ring. I glance down and realize that I am still in my night clothes. I
am wearing a sheer black night gown that barely covers my ass. “Shit!” I think.
In my haste to clean up I forgot to get dressed. Well he should be a
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I answer the door and before me
stands the most handsome man I have ever seen. He has dirty blonde hair that
reaches almost to his shoulders and has the bluest eyes I have ever seen. He is
wearing a black Slipknot t-shirt and jeans with holes at both knees. Around his
waist he has a tool belt. I can tell by the tightness of his shirt that he has
such glorious muscles underneath Holy fuck I am mesmerized. </div>
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“Hi. I am Sebastian. I hear that
you need some assistance with a leak,” he says introducing himself. I squeak
when I respond in saying, “Yes. Let me show you the leak.” I lead him into the
kitchen. I feel his eyes upon me and I glance at him realizing that he is
looking at me from head to toe. Finally his gaze meets my eyes. “I should get
to work,” he says to me barely above a whisper. In my head I am giggling a bit
wondering why my husband never looks at me so. </div>
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He opens the cabinet door and lies
down under the sink. After a few minutes watching him in awe of his sexiness,
he startles me when he asks, “Can you hold onto this pipe for me?” I have to
straddle him to grab the pipe. I am aware that I am completely naked underneath
this nightgown. What if he feels the desire to touch me? Should or would I
allow him to touch me in a way that only my husband should? I know that my
husband has a mistress on the side and only touches me when she’s not
available. My husband would never have to know. I realize now that I am
touching my breast as he waits to see what I will do. After a moment’s
hesitation I straddle over him and grabbed the pipe as he requested. It is odd
that at this very moment I have never felt as sexy as I do now. I feel
empowered.</div>
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After we have been in this position
for a few moments, he starts to scoot out from under me. I look down and ask,
“What are you doing?” “I have to get something out of the van. Just hold tight
and I’ll be right back,” he replies. I hear him hesitate at the door and mumble
to himself, “Keep your dick in your pants, man. Fuck she’s a married woman.” I
discover his mumblings amusing, because he is as sexually drawn to me as I am
to him. Should I take this opportunity to go put some real clothes on? No. I
have decided if this plumber wants to fuck me six ways from Sunday I am going
to allow him to. I need to have some pleasure in my life. </div>
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After a few minutes I hear him come
back. He lies back on the floor and starts to slide back under the sink. Next
thing I know I feel something gently touching my pussy. I look down and realize
that it is his thumb. He is gently caressing my nub. His mouth comes up and
suckles the clit ever so gently. I know that I should stop him on the grounds
that I am married to another man, but, damn, it feels good and my husband
refuses to do this with me. He thinks it is beneath him to pleasure his wife
when he has his whore at his disposal. I figure what harm could there be to
allow this man to kiss my pussy. I grab the pipe tighter as his tongue touches
my clitoris with more intensity. I moan vocally with pure ecstasy as he licks
me in a quicker pace. He looks me in the eyes and asks “Should I stop?” I
struggle to get out the words, “No. I want more. I want you to touch every inch
of me. I want you to fuck me as my husband never does” “Stay where you are,
little wife,” he instructs me. </div>
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He scoots back out and I hear his
tool belt hit the floor. I turn my head to see what he is doing. He is
unzipping his pants and coming back towards me. I abruptly turn my head back
around. “I am betraying my husband, and I really don’t give a fuck. What’s good
for the goose is good for the gander,” I think to myself. I turn back and our
eyes meet. This is when he kisses me for the first time. His hands gently touch
my face and his lips barely touch mine. As time progresses the kiss keeps
getting deeper and deeper. Hell this man is lightly biting my lip. How could I
have known that a simple phone call to a plumber could have offered such pleasure?
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He positions me where I am on all
fours and enters from behind me. I squeal with pleasure when he first slides
his dick inside of me. As he is thrusting inside of me both of his hands are
caressing my nipples through the sheer fabric. Never before have I known such
carnal pleasure as I am experiencing now. Never before had my husband touched
me with such passion. This man is thrusting slow and deep. I feel that I shall
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When I feel that I cannot take
anymore he stands and lifts me onto the sink as he drives his hard dick back
inside of my swollen pussy. As he is thrusting in and out his hand touches my
chin and lifts my face to look him in the eyes. His lips descend upon mine with
such tenderness. I feel as I shall go mad if I don’t do or say something. I use
my hands to run down his back until I reach the end of his shirt. I tug it over
his head and begin to touch every inch of his chest. “Little wife, you are
driving me to the point of madness,” he says. </div>
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He helps me down off of the sink.
He grabs the end of the nightgown and rips it over my head. His head bends down
and his mouth is on my nipples. With his tongue he draws circles. He cups my
breast and starts to suck a bit deeper on them. I hear a moan and realize that
it came from me.</div>
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He sits down at the table and
removes his shoes and socks and stands back up. With a desperate sense of
urgency I start to fumble to remove his pants to have him as naked as I am. Dammit
this man is endowed. My husband is Tiny Tim compared to him. His dick is
beautiful. It has to be at least 10 inches long and is about 3 inches thick. It
has a slight curve to the right. His balls are freaking huge. Every inch of his
male area is perfectly groomed and there is no hair in sight. However did a man
this big fit inside of me and not rip me apart?</div>
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He sits back down in the chair while
his pants are in a puddle on the floor. I don’t know where my sudden boldness
came from but I found myself on my knees between his legs. With my right hand I
barely touch the head of his shaft. He shudders with pleasure. This response
brings out more boldness and I seek to pleasure him further. I lightly stroke
his cock as I play with his balls with the other hand. I lean down and with the
tip of my tongue I draw circles on the head of his penis. As I am doing so I
notice that there is a spot around the head that looks a bit different than the
rest. With my tongue I caress that spot. As I am caressing him I notice that
both of his hands are gripped tightly onto the seat of the chair. I realize
that he is really enjoying this. I decide that I am enjoying his pleasure.
Gradually I take more and more of his cock into my mouth until I feel it
reaching the back of my throat while I am massaging his balls with my hand. I
stroke him as I continue to suck on him. </div>
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He grabs me by my underarms and
pushes me up against the wall. He encourages me to lift my legs as he holds me
up against the wall. He enters my pussy with such animal ferocity that I never
knew a man could possess. I moan in pure delight. My nails are digging into the
skin on his back as he pounds harder and deeper with each thrust. He is
pinching my nipples, which surprises me of how great that feels. I am not aware
of how much more I can tolerate before totally exploding. </div>
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He walks me over to the counter and
gets on top of me. I giggle with forbidden pleasure. He is thrusting harder and
deeper with each stroke. I arch my back and meet him thrust for thrust. His
mouth is on my mouth. I feel that with each stroke and kiss that he is attempting
to steal my soul. I reach behind my legs and squeeze his balls with just enough
pressure to receive a passionate moan from him.</div>
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“I want to feel your mouth around
my cock,” he says. He remains on the counter and sits up as I slide off. I bend over and place his penis in my mouth. I
use my tongue to glide up his shaft as I move up and down. I find myself
growing bolder with every passing moment. I slide my mouth down the length of
his dick until I reach his balls. “What shall I do with his balls?” I think to
myself. I kiss them and gently suck on each one of them as I stroke his cock.
With my tongue I glide back up to the head of his penis. With just the head in
my mouth I stroke him at a moderately quick pace. I hear him moan and I know
that I just did something right. “Little wife, you must stop or I’ll be
exploding inside of your mouth,” he says to me. </div>
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He pushes me slightly from the
counter as he jumps down beside me. With one hand on my back and the other
behind my knees he lifts me up. He carries me to the barstool and sits me down.
I place both hands behind me to steady myself and to keeps from falling off. He
grabs my legs to where my feet are resting on his muscular shoulders. He drives
his rigid cock into my wet pussy. With each thrust the sense of urgency
increases for both of us. I feel an intense tightening sensation wash over me
and feel a gush of fluid escape me. I notice that he is also shuddering and
then goes completely stiff as he cums inside of me. </div>
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For a few moments we remain as we
are which is fighting to control our breathing. As he starts to dress I run to
my room and put on some clothes for the day. I put on a short pair of denim
shorts and a little white t-shirt. I return to the kitchen and realize to my
utter disappointment that he is fully clothed. </div>
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“I must be going now,” he says as
he crushes his mouth passionately into mine and his arms pull my head to his
chest. “You have pleased me greatly today. Should you need any of my services
in the future, little wife, and I mean any services don’t hesitate to call me,”
he says as he walks to the door and smiles back at me. He turns and just leaves
without waiting for a response from me. After the van has pulled away I touch
my swollen lips and ponder whether I have the nerve to call him for his sexual
services again. I laugh the laugh of a woman well pleasured.</div>
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“Well what shall I do with the rest
of the day?” I mutter out loud. I turn the water on to make a pot of coffee and
discover he never finished fixing the leak. I throw my head back and laugh as I
realize that I will have to call him back. This time I will be prepared to fuck
him as improperly as I want to. Next time I will not hold back. Husband or no
husband Sebastian is mine to play with.<br />
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The word to describe today is
“frustrating.” The final aspect that has been the icing on the cake was running
really late for work. I was at work for a few hours when my boss called me into
the office. “We seem to have an issue with your attendance,” he says. “I am
sorry for being late. My cat had run out in the street and was hit by a car,” I
inform him. “Well we could work out a way for you to keep your job,” he
explains to me. At this point he grabs his crotch through his pants and begins
to rub himself. I feel immediately nauseated and divert my gaze to the sleazy swimsuit
calendar behind his head. “This is what we are going to do,” he explains. “I am
going to pull my cock out and you are going to suck it.” For a moment I remain
mute. What is the appropriate response to him? “Mr. Abernathy, you sir can fuck
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I run out of the office and through
the front door of the building. I continue to run even after I have hit the
street. I notice that it is now dark outside and I continue to run. I quit
running when I find myself at the end of an alley in which there is no exit
except for the way I came. I notice there are tears running down my cheeks. I
take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. It is at this point that I realize
that I do not know where I am. I look around at my surroundings and I get this
eerie feeling that I am being watched. I stare some more looking for the source
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Suddenly a man appears out of the
shadows and starts to approach. At this point I realize that flight is my best
option and start to leave. I am surrounded by a group of men who appear like
the type that will take no shit. The man who was standing in the shadows walks
through the group of men and stands directly in front of me. He appears to be
their leader. “I appear to be a bit lost,” I tell him in a shaking voice. “You
are right where I want you to be,” he says with a deep menacing voice. “I just
want to go home,” I respond. “You shall go home after I fuck you and allow my
guys to watch,” he says with a taunting voice. “Please don’t do this,” I beg
him. “You can either be willing or I will take you by force. The choice is
yours. I prefer a woman that fights me. It makes my dick quite a bit harder,”
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Flight is definitely my only
option, but there are at least 10 other men standing around us. “Fortune favors
the bold,” I think to myself. I immediately run towards the group of men in the
direction of the exit, but they are a formidable wall that I cannot penetrate.
The men push me back towards their leader. I begin to scream because I know my
life depends upon it. The leader’s fist strikes out and connects with my jaw. I
cease screaming as I feel blood enter my mouth. </div>
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He reaches down into his boot and
pulls out a long knife. “He’s going to kill me,” are the only thoughts I have
at this time. With the knife he begins to cut the clothing from my body. He
continues cutting until I am standing completely naked in front of him. </div>
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“Chain her to the fence,” he barks
to his men. As they are chaining me a scream erupts from within me and I force
my eyes closed. The next thing I feel is a stinging pain on the bare flesh of
my ass. I open my eyes and realize the man has removed his belt. With a vast amount
of strength the belt keeps coming down on my bare back, legs, and ass. The
tears are flowing freely down my face. “I will stop hitting you the moment you
shut the fuck up,” he shouts at me. Immediately my screams cease. “That’s a
good bitch,” he says to me as he throws the belt aside. </div>
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He turns me to face him. The next
thing I know my tit is in his mouth and he is biting it. I feel blood running
down my chest. I begin to feel that I have had enough and I wish he would just
kill me. “Will you just fucking kill me already?” I hoarsely ask of him. His
response was to shove his fingers into my pussy as he bites my other tit.
”Cunt, as much as you fight me you are dripping wet waiting to feel my cock
inside of you,” he points out to me. He unzips his pants and pulls out a
massive sized dick. Under other circumstances I would have been impressed. </div>
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He turns me away from him. I feel a
searing pain as I feel his cock enter my asshole. All I can focus on is the
pain as he continues to thrust inside of me. A small cry escapes me. He grabs a
handful of hair as he continues to pound away. “Bitch, I told you to shut the
fuck up,” he whispers harshly in my ear.</div>
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After what could have been minutes
or even hours he stops. “Take her down,” he shouts to his men. After I am unchained,
I try to stand but my legs will not cooperate. “Get her off of the ground and
onto her knees. She’s going to suck my cock like a good little whore,” he says
laughingly to the men. Two men hold me up as the leader pushes his cock in my
direction. “You can do this willingly or I can force you to do it and you know
now that I can do anything I want to you,” he calmly states. I open my mouth to
protest and he pounces on the opportunity to shove his dick in my mouth. </div>
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His men continue to hold me as he
forces himself in and out of my mouth. I feel myself gagging on several
occasions as the head of his shaft hits the back of my throat. I feel his body
shake from what I assume is pleasure. “Whore, I am not done with you yet,” he
states rather hoarsely. </div>
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To his men he says, “Let go of her
and turn her around.” He positions himself from behind and shoves his cock into
my vagina. He begins to thrust in and out with such force. He pushes my head
down into the asphalt. I feel the rough texture scrape my face. He grabs both
of my arms and holds them behind me as he continues to pound from behind.
Suddenly he flips me over and enters me from the front. He tells me, “Your
pussy doesn’t lie. You are enjoying this.” His laughter rings out into the
night. To my horror I realize that he is correct. It does feel so good to have
a man take complete control of my body. </div>
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His hands reach down to my neck and
he begins to choke me as he fucks me. I feel an intense amount of pressure and
realize to my mortification that I am going to cum for my rapist. I am aware
that he is on the verge of cumming himself. I feel myself peak and a gush of
fluid escapes from me. He pulls out his dick and strokes until he ejaculates on
my face. I am mortified by this act and my enjoyment of it. He stands up and
puts his dick back into his pants. He walks out of the alley and his men follow
him. </div>
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I’m not sure how I managed to do it
but I found my way home. I cleaned myself up and was drinking a cup of hot tea.
I have decided I want to see him again. I want to feel his pleasure again. I
want to have him do to me more things than he did tonight. Never before have I
known such pleasure as I felt tonight. </div>
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I begin to wonder if he could offer
more pleasure than he offered tonight. I know for certain this man could
pleasure me in ways I have never dreamed of. For weeks I have returned to the
alley of my rape in hopes of seeing him again and begging him to fuck me as no
other can. </div>
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Every night I am disappointed that
he is not there. About 6 weeks after his attack, I am in our alley, as I like
to call it, and I discover he is there. “You didn’t report me taking you by
force?” he questions me. “No,” I replied. He only responds with “Why?” I
stutter as I explain, “I want to feel your touch again.” “Is that all you want
of me?” he asks. “No,” I say “I want to feel your dick in my pussy again” He
caresses my cheek and lightly kisses my lips. “We shall see,” he says and then
walks away. “What is your name?” I yell before he is completely gone. He turns
and says, “You can call me Master.”</div>
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Today has started off as any other
day has for me. I woke up and began to fret about how I was going to pay the
rent which was due the very next day. For me paying the bills is a constant
struggle. I decide to check out the ads in the newspaper for ways of making
some quick cash. As I read I notice that there is a modeling gig that pays
handsomely. Ideas run through my head of how easy it would be to have the means
to pay the bills and have some left over for other things I need. I quickly
dismiss the idea, because I know that I am no model and the thought of having a
stranger take my picture is terrifying. As the morning progresses this notion
remains in my head. Can I actually do this? The ad said that no nudity was
required and that the pictures were tastefully taken in a safe atmosphere.
“Well to hell with morals,” I mutter to myself. I quickly jump into the shower
and begin to dress. “I need to do this before I lose my nerve,” I think. </div>
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Carefully I choose what I will
wear. I decide on my favorite dress. It is an ankle length sundress with pretty
little blue flower that zips in the back. I take great care with my makeup,
because I want to look my best. I decide to pull my hair up into a simple bun
that is secured at the nape of my neck. </div>
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When I am satisfied that I am
looking my best I get into my older model car and proceed to drive towards the
address listed on the ad. I am within 5 miles of my destination, when I decide
I can’t do this. I turn the car around and head back home. I kept thinking to
myself, “I need to do this or I will be homeless before the end of the week.” I
turn the car back around and arrive at the correct building. I light up a
cigarette to calm my nerves. I look at the building and realize that it looks
like any other office building would. “What am I so afraid of? It’s not like I
am walking into the devil’s den,” I think to myself. I snub my cigarette out on
the asphalt and throw it in the trash as I walk into the door. </div>
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An elegant blonde lady is sitting
at the reception desk. She inquires if I need anything. I explain that I am
here in response to the ad in the newspaper. She asks me to wait while she
checks to see if the photographer is available. While I am waiting for her to
return I discover that my hands are shaking. “I can’t do this.” I think to
myself. As I turned to flee, the beautiful blonde returns. She suggests that I
follow her. Rather than look like a coward I square my shoulders, hold my head
high, and follow her. </div>
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She leads me into a well lit room with
all different kinds of photography equipment. I hear soft jazz music playing in
the background. I notice that I am shaking a bit more at this stage. </div>
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A tall man walks up to me, and
offers me his hand to shake. I realize up until this point in my life that I
have never seen a man as handsome as this one. His hair is dark and shoulder
length and he has the lightest of blue eyes. He is tall and very muscular. He
is wearing a black pair of cargo shorts and a grey t-shirt. I am mesmerized. “I
am Kaleb Claybourne and I will be your photographer today,” he informs me. </div>
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The perky blonde leaves the room
and I begin to panic. “I can’t do this. This is not something I can do.” I
explain. As I turn to run, he grabs my hand. “I will not do anything that makes
you feel uncomfortable,” he says to me. At the sound of his voice I feel a
sense of calm wash over me. “I can do this,” I think to myself. He instructs me
to go and sit on the couch. </div>
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He offers me a bottle of water
which I graciously accept. He begins to do something with his photography
equipment and grabs his camera. He begins to shoot pictures of me. I begin to
giggle like a school girl. “You look amazing when you laugh,” Kaleb informs me.
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He walks over to me and runs his
thumb down my cheek. He sits the camera down beside the couch beside the couch
and offers me his hand as he helps me to my feet. I think to myself, “Was that
it? I was worried about nothing.” He turns me away from him and begins to unzip
my dress. “Whoa,” I say, “What are you doing?” “It is a shame that you hide
such beauty. You have an exquisite form underneath all these clothes” he
replies. As the words exit his mouth I discover that my dress is in a puddle at
my feet. I am trying to find words and I begin to stutter. “Shhh, little one,
let me show you how to be free and let go,” he says quietly in my ear. </div>
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Once I am silent, he begins kissing
on my neck and all thoughts of resistance leaves my mind. With his hands I feel
the clasp of my bra release and fall to the floor at my feet with my dress. He
grabs hold of both breast and plays with the nipples. An unexpected moan leaves
my lips as he caresses me. Never before had I known such intense pleasure with
a man playing with my nipples. </div>
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His hands are on the strings of my
panties as he tugs hard on them. He continues to pull on them until the fabric
gives way and he throws them to the floor. “I want to taste every inch of your
body, but I need your permission to do so,” he says as his hand begins to
caress my clitoris. I am filled with such passion that words can’t seem to
form. “Tell me you want me to taste you,” he demands. As a response I moan.
“Say it now or I will stop,” he explains. I stutter in saying, “Taste me.”
“What’s the correct way of asking, my pet?” he inquires. “Will you taste me, please,
sir,” I say. “Where do you want me to taste you?” he asks. “Every inch of my
body is yours for the tasting, sir,” I explain. </div>
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He turns me around to face him. His
hands grab my ass as he pulls me into him. I can feel the bulge in his shorts
as our groins meet. I shudder with unexpected delight. His mouth crushes into
mine and his tongue begins to thrust into my mouth. </div>
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He breaks the kiss and leads me to
sit on the arm of the couch. He bends down and places my right breast in his
mouth as he fondles the left breast. This continues for a few minutes and then
he switches breasts. When I feel that I can’t tolerate the pleasure anymore, I
discover that he has stopped and is smiling at me. </div>
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His hand is touching my pussy as he
states, “You are very wet.” I smile, awkwardly, because I don’t know how to
respond. He kneels between my legs and I uncontrollably begin to shudder as his
lips touch my pussy. His tongue caresses me down there. I feel a desire to
scream out in unadulterated pleasure. I clamp my hands over my mouth to hold it
in. His mouth travels south and he begins to lick my asshole. Never had I known
such forbidden pleasure. </div>
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He slowly stops and pulls me to my
feet. “I want you to undress me, and do to me what I have just done to you,” he
informs me. With nervous hands I lift up his shirt and pull it over his head. I
notice now that his chest is covered in tattoos. Tattoos are a guilty pleasure
of mine and I feel more aroused by the sight of him. My hands are now
unbuttoning his shorts and unzipping his fly. I allow the shorts to fall to the
floor at his feet. </div>
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I try to look down at his cock
without him noticing. I notice that his shaft is thick and long. At the head of
his penis is a ring, and along the bottom side of the shaft is a series of bars
pierced through the skin. I realize that his manliness cannot fit into my tight
vagina. </div>
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“Like what you see?” he asks. I
feel myself blushing as I do not know how to respond. “Touch me,” he says as he
guides my hand to his penis. He positions my hand around the thickness of him
and shows my hand how to stroke back and forth. I do this slowly at first
because I feel unsure if I am performing correctly. Once my confidence gains I
begin to tighten my grip and increase the pace. </div>
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As the pace increases he demands abruptly.
“I want you on your knees before me and I want you to stroke my cock with your
mouth as you have been doing with your hands,” he demands of me. I have never
tasted a man in such a way before. I feel at this point I cannot tell him no. I
have come too far just to quit. At first I place just the head in my mouth and
run my tongue in circles. He gasps from what I hope is pleasure and not pain.
Gradually I take more and more of him into my mouth. I begin to gag and I feel
like I am doing something wrong. “Continue, sweetness, you are doing great,” he
encourages. </div>
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As a means of encouragement he
grabs tightly onto my bun and forces me to take more and more of him in my
mouth. I discover that he is quickening up the pace. Suddenly he stops. I begin
to wonder if I did something that has displeased him. I glance up and give him
a questioning look. He merely gives me a chuckle and says we are not even close
to being done with this session.” </div>
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I feel such unbridled anticipation
run through me. He catches my hand and leads me over to the arm of the couch. I
feel his hands gently skimming down my back until he reaches my ass. He guides
his hand to the front of me until he reaches my clitoris. He slowly rubs until
I feel that I cannot tolerate the pleasure any further. “Please,” I beg of him
not knowing what it is that I am asking of him. “What is it that you want of
me?” he asks. “Complete me,” I mutter. Gently, yet forcibly he pushes me over
the arm of the couch and I feel his dick enter my wet, throbbing pussy. I moan
with pleasure. In the beginning he rocks back and forth inside me. </div>
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The pace quickens and he grabs my
disheveled bum. I begin to scream out with pleasure, “Oh fuck! Oh damn! Holy
fucking Jesus! Goddammit!” “Whose pussy is it?” he demands. “It is your pussy!”
I scream. “what’s my name? Say it!” he forcibly inquires. “Kaleb. It is Kaleb’s
pussy,” I say as my voice shakes. He begins to pound harder and faster as if
the words encouraged him. I feel intense pleasure and begin to shake all over.
A gush of fluid comes out of me as I hit the moment of ultimate pleasure. He
begins to moan and shake at this point. He reaches down and grabs his cock and
starts stroking as he ejaculates onto my back. </div>
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He smacks me on the ass and says,
“That was fun.” I feel myself begin to blush all over. What the fuck had I just
done? Never in my life have I fucked a complete stranger and enjoyed every
minute of it. We both get dressed and I try to decide what I should do now. </div>
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I am startled when he says, “You
will come here on this day every week and I will continue to give you pleasure.
as you never have before.” Before I can respond he walks over to his desk,
reaches into a drawer, and pulls out some cash. He hands me the cash. I must
have a stupid look on my face, because he has to remind me it was for the photo
shoot. “I cannot take money from you after we were so intimate,” I reply with
indignation. “You are my whore now and you will come weekly. We will take more
intimate pictures for my viewing pleasure,” he calmly states. </div>
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As I start to mutter, he ushers me
out the door and closes it behind him. I am on the verge of yelling, when I
notice the receptionist is standing there and she escorts me out. Once I am
outside on the sidewalk, I think, “Do I dare come back next week?”<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Ladies and Gentlemen, today we will be discussing cock cages. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">A cock cage is a device which encloses either just the penis, or both the penis and testicles, usually attaching at the base of the testicles. They are commonly made of stainless steel or medical-grade plastic and will often have a way of locking them via a padlock so they can't be removed. Typically they have an appropriate hole or opening to allow urinating.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Generally speaking, the purpose of a cock cage is to enforce male chastity. They limit what the cock can do and in this respect are similar to the larger cages used in some forms of metal bondage which limit what the whole person can do or experience. Once a male is wearing a cock cage they can't have an erection, can't have intercourse, can't masturbate, and frequently their testicles and penis are fully enclosed inside the cage and can't be touched at all.</span></div>
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<span class="mw-headline" id="A_typical_cock_cage" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">A typical cock cage</span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">These are made of medical-grade plastic and are usually transparent. The cock cage itself completely encloses the cock and testicles. Once in place the two halves of the locking collar are attached and locked together with a padlock. The locking collar prevents the cage being removed. A hole in the end of the cock cage permits urination.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">The cage itself is solid plastic and it's not possible for the penis to become erect while in the cage. The cage won't bend or flex to allow it. Intercourse and masturbation are also impossible while the cage is in place.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Cock cages which simply enclose the cock come in a wide variety of types. The type described basically provides a loose-fitting container for the cock. Others tightly wrap around---or even crush---the cock and balls and may be made of leather, stainless steel, or both.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">A more painful variant of the cock cage may have spikes or teeth on the inside which bite into the cock when it begins to engorge with blood as it becomes erect. Some of these types of cock cage also fully enclose either just the cock or both the cock and the testicles.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">The "Kali's Teeth" type of cock cage is---more accurately described---a cock <i>collar</i> with spikes on the inside. It clamps onto the cock and generally causes no discomfort, pain or limitation on the use of the cock <u>until the cock becomes erect</u>. A cock becomes wider as it becomes erect and the non-erect cock can fit easily inside the Kali's Teeth collar without the spikes digging in. As the cock gets wider with an approaching erection the spikes dig in, usually quite painfully.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">While a "Kali's Teeth" type of collar is not as effective at enforcing chastity as a fully-enclosing cock cage---because a horny guy will usually find a way, even if it involves a lot of pain---they are excellent for sexual teasing and erotic denial. Stroking or caressing a guy's cock to get him erect when he's going to be in major pain when he does so is very cruel... and often exactly what his partner wants!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">The Gates of Hell are a series of metal or rubber rings, usually interconnected by a leather strap. The number of rings can be anywhere from three to seven, though five is perhaps the most common. The largest ring fits over the testicles to hold the Gates' in place and prevent it sliding off the cock.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Gates of Hell come in a range of sizes and can be chosen to be a snug fit when the cock is not erect, but to be tight, uncomfortable, and very painful during a full erection.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">When used for orgasm denial in BDSM, the size of the Gates' is chosen so the victim's erect cock is too large to comfortably fit the rings. This makes erection, and certainly orgasm, quite painful and even impossible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Although slightly off topic for this wiki, some Gates of Hell can be used during sex for increased pleasure. Instead of being selected to be painful, the Gates' can be chosen so the rings are simply a snug, but comfortable fit during an erection. Then, if there are no sharp edges, a condom can be fitted over the Gates of Hell and the pronounced ribs of the Gates' can greatly enhance the sensation in the woman's vagina.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Additionally, the ring around the base of the testicles pushes forward and tensions the man's balls and this can increase pleasurable sensation as the balls press up (bump) against the female's vulva during thrusting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">In the D&S arena cock cages are an explicit way for a dominant to control his or her submissive male's sexuality. The dominant controls when their partner can express themselves sexually or get sexual satisfaction. If they leave the cock cage in place for extended periods then they are effectively emasculating their partner.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">In the short term, cock cages are useful for sexual teasing or sexual denial, and even as part of torture games. There are some similarities to tie and tease because in both cases the submissive can't satisfy themselves sexually because of the restraint (one with the cage, one with rope) their partner has placed on them.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">We often confuse these two things: I WANT and I NEED. Although they may seem to be the same at first glance, there is a huge difference in the two. We want a lot of things in life; money, new cars, a beautiful home, success, and hot fudge sundaes, just to name a few. But how many of them do we really need? Very often the things we want are not always things that are the best for us and are usually self-indulgent wishes that change as fast as the top ten hits on VH1. “Needs” are a different situation. They are the fundamentals we require to remain mentally and physically healthy and allow us to grow spiritually and emotionally. I may really want a hot fudge sundae but survive quite well without it. But, I cannot thrive without my basic needs being met.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">We’ve had many encounters with unhappy submissives who bemoan the fact their Dominant does not give them what they need. As we listen to the list of complaints, we sometimes find a lot of “wants” mixed in with a few valid “needs” in the charges against their Dominant. Sorting them out isn’t always easy for either the submissive or Dominant in a relationship. Each person is unique and comes with their own special requirements. Without a doubt, this is one area that requires communication skills and time before either party can confidently determine what they want or need from the other. The Submissive Owner’s Manual may help you to understand some of the complexities of the Dominant/submissive relationship.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to feel safe</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Before I can begin to open my submissive nature to You, I need to feel safe and have reason to trust You. To let down my walls and give You control of my will may take time and testing before I feel safe enough to permit either of us to go beyond the initial stages of our relationship. Even after I’ve given myself to You fully, I need to be reminded I am safe with You. I may like to feel the thrill and excitement of fear and the unknown, but I need to be sure no matter how You stimulate those emotions during an intense scene or situation, I will remain safe in Your care.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to know You accept me for all I am</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I will be many things to You as our relationship grows and I need to know You accept me as a person during each transition along the way. I need to know You accept me as a friend, lover, companion, and Your submissive but also accept me as parent, child, employee, community member or other roles I fill in my obligations to family or society.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to have clearly defined limits</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to know exactly what You expect of me and know that You also understand my limits. In some ways I am like a child that needs a fence around my play area so I know how far I can go and feel secure inside those limits. I need You to reinforce those fences by correcting me when I try to climb them without Your approval.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need You to be consistent</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to know You mean what You say and that today’s rules will apply to tomorrow’s behavior. Nothing confuses me more than giving me mixed signals by allowing me to break rules that You’ve given me. From time to time I may test You to see if You are capable of accepting control of my life by consistently bringing me back to the path You’ve chosen for me. It’s not done to try Your patience, but is my way of finding reassurance You are paying attention to my progress. Very often it’s not done consciously and I promise I’ll not use it as a method for provoking Your negative responses.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to expand my limits</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to grow and to be challenged. Left on my own, I’ll become bored or stagnate within the boundaries I accepted in the beginning. I need to be pushed, but never shoved, to go beyond the places I’ve been. I may drag my feet and pout at times, or sit down and refuse to move because I’m unsure and need Your guidance in overcoming my obstacles. I depend on You for strength and encouragement to get beyond them.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need You to teach me</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to learn, and it is You who are my teacher. My mind is hungry for new things and learning helps me to become all that I can be. This may require You to continue to learn new things in order to keep me challenged. Together we can grow to the fullness of the gifts we have and deepen the diversity we share.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need goals</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Part of my make-up as a submissive makes me very goal-oriented. I need them to measure my progress and need You to provide them for me. Take time to explain those goals in ways I can comprehend Your plans concerning my growth as Your submissive. Without Your direction, I quickly become lost so I’ll look to You frequently to provide a purpose and aim as I continue in my development as a submissive.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to be corrected</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need You to correct me when I make mistakes. Without Your correction, I will develop bad habits that can be very difficult to break and do great damage to our relationship and to us as individuals. Without Your correction, I may never know I’ve made a mistake. Allowing me to continue unchecked will only cause me to fail both of us in the end. I admire firmness in Your correction and feel secure in knowing that You will never be afraid to take steps needed in keeping me focused on the goals You’ve set for me.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need You to be my role-model</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I look up to You and try to follow in Your footsteps. If You fail to live up to a standard, I will follow You into failure, often without You noticing until it is too late. I learn quickly by the examples You provide for me and often base my reactions and behaviors on my observations of You in similar situations. I will blindly pattern myself in Your image, so be aware that my eyes will always be on You as You face Your own challenges and daily activities.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need Your approval and reassurance</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to know when You approve of me or what I’ve done and to know I belong to You even if I fall short of my goals. I sometimes confuse approval with disapproval when You do not provide positive reinforcement when You are pleased by my actions. I will constantly be seeking Your approval when I’m unsure of myself and may need to rely deeply on Your support and reassurance when I’m confused about a situation or apprehensive about a new challenge.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to be able to express myself</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I have a need to express both good and bad things to You but it may be difficult for me to put the negative things into words. I fear Your rejection and hate disappointing You, so I may need a little space and time to voice all the things I need to say. You can help me by reassuring me that my feelings are valid, even if they aren’t something You find pleasure in hearing. There may be times when I’m upset or angry with You but without freedom to express those feelings, there can be only festering resentment or misunderstanding. Guide me in ways that I can learn to speak my heart without breaking it or Yours.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to learn from my mistakes</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to experience things that may be painful in order to learn successfully. I know Your protective nature will struggle with allowing me to be hurt but I need to learn the consequences of what I’ve done and to experience the feelings that go along with making mistakes. I will need Your comfort once I’ve faced my failure, but will sometimes feel unworthy of asking or unable to voice my disappointment in failing. Allow me to sort out my feelings before wiping away my tears.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need forgiveness when I fail You</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Nothing hurts me more than to know I’ve failed or displeased You, and I need to be forgiven once I’ve made amends. It is very hard for me to forgive myself for a wrong-doing and I may need Your help in getting beyond the feelings of remorse I am carrying. I may even need to be punished, if my wrong-doing was traumatic enough, in order to feel closure and accept forgiveness. I depend on You to make that determination for me and need Your help in making an atonement that is acceptable to You.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to feel I contribute</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I have a deep-set need to give and must have outlets for this need. My basic nature is to give of myself and You will be the primary recipient of my gifts. Allow me to contribute to our relationship and our life together. To do less will leave me unfulfilled and unneeded, a fate worse than death for me. Provide me with ways to contribute things to others, also. I may need to give of myself to those I hold dear but You will always receive the best I have to offer.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to enjoy successes</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Without experiencing and enjoying my successes, I may give up my fight to be all You desire for me. Allow me the pleasure of savoring the taste of victory when I overcome an obstacle or if You find pride in my attempts. All of my successes belong to You and I need to share their rewards with You. I don’t expect You to spoil me with grand displays for little victories, but when I’ve reached beyond the limits of my past attempts, please don’t deny me the sweet feelings of knowing I've achieved a goal You've set.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to share with You</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Sharing with You is a compelling need and one of the cornerstones of my submissive nature. This includes the emotional and spiritual aspects of my being as well as the physical body I inhabit. It may be difficult for me to give You access to the deeper levels of my emotions and feelings, but those are the things I need to share the most. I’ll depend on You to direct me in ways I can achieve total openness with You. I also need to share in the things You are. Trust me enough to share in Your fears, failures and struggles. I’ll never see You as weak or incapable because You have shown confidence in me by giving part of Yourself in trust.</span></span></li>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">I need to feel loved, respected, and protected in Your ownership</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">No matter how well I’ve done or how miserably I’ve failed, I need to know I’m still loved and protected by You. Nothing will prevent me from trying new things like fear of losing Your respect and love. By the reverse, nothing will encourage me to expand my limits and grow to be all I am capable of being more than knowing You will be there to protect me from harm and will love me even if I fall short of the target. I need to be loved and to love You in return. I can’t survive without it.</span></span></li>
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