Show your Lines

*Chapter 1*

Alone, I sat, waiting for her arrival. Six o’clock she had said, but it was already ten past that. “Maybe she’s just running late,” I told myself. “Maybe she’s having trouble finding the place. What is she doesn’t come? Oh, Christ! What if she does!” I drained the vodka in my left hand, considering a third.

It had been three nights since the last telephone call, the second in total. Dianne had sounded better than I had dared hope, that first time a fortnight ago. I could sense the command in her voice, strength in every carefully chosen word. However, there was a tenderness too, a magical warmth and sincerity. It made me ache for her, as had every word she had typed across the ether for the past fourteen months. Well, today was the day! Tonight we would finally meet. Dianne had said that her flight would get in at 5:30. I wish she had let me pick her up. We would already have been together! Probably best this way, though. We both hated airports, that much we knew of each other. (more…)

He brought flowers again, this time a spring mix of daffodils and tulips that made her grin sweetly and dinner was filled with laughter and conversation. Daniel learned things about Yasmina that he knew no one else knew; things about her childhood and growing up as an only child in Pittsburgh. He still saw her as his mistress, the beautiful woman who would take her back to his home and put him through her paces but he also saw her as a woman, a vulnerable woman who was looking for a partner, for someone whom she could trust to take the control when she was tired of wielding it. (more…)

Life is good. Ellen continued to wake me up with a blowjob. We still we a couple, going out often for dinner and also taking our time in sight seeing. You couldn”t have a better tour guide for Newport than Ellen.

Liz, our mutual friend, would come over once a week to visit and be trained. Trained in the arts of what I required and what would please me and by doing so, please Ellen.

The first time Liz “pushed” back a little with the requirements that were made plain to her, she discovered to her discomfort that I did not allow a “grace period”. Liz went from arriving dressed and pushing boundaries to arriving in the driveway dressed but as soon as the car was stopped she stepped out of her car fully nude save for the times she would wear stockings or thigh highs. I found out that she accomplished this by wearing button up the front or zipper front dresses that allowed her to just step out of the garment. (more…)

“*Note from the Authoress*: I have not included this story in the Julie Journal’s, as it is entirely fantasy and written for a very dear friend of mine.

I would suggest that you read part 1 to give you the background to this part.”

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Penny sat at the table staring at the phone. Her ass was burning from the anal fucking she had enjoyed over the last few days. At first Tom was unsure but once he realised that Penny was serious Tom took her ass with a passion they hadn’t enjoyed in a few years. She was almost thankful that Tom was away that evening as she would get a rest. (more…)

The next morning I woke up thinking about the previous afternoons experience, and having a morning erection, I let my wife have it. I fucked her fast and hard, always loving a morning fuck. My wife wanted it as bad as I did. I fucked her with a wildmans passion, as I pumped her pussy,

“Play with your pussy bitch!”

Forgetting who I was fucking as I said it. Her eyes popped open wide in shock, but played with her pussy as I had told her. I had never spoke to her like that before when we had sex, so it had shocked her. But it seemed to fuel her passion as she fucked me harder. Both not lasting long and Cumming hard! She got up and took her shower to get ready for work. I made coffee for us. Later when she came in she asked me. (more…)

She crouches at his feet, not daring to try to get up. She is not sure if he would allow her to complete the motion. She likes the feeling of being near him as he stands over her, even though she knows he is probably still frowning down at her. At least he is not kicking her.

She has changed a great deal since yesterday.

“What am I going to do with you?” His voice sounds contemplative, sad.

She thrills to the sound of it. It is the most wonderful voice she has ever heard. She desires him so much she can’t speak. She doesn’t move, for fear of changing this tableau, the most satisfying since the abortive glamour of their royal wedding. (more…)