Show your Lines

He had reached the goal she had set. David had lost fifty, well actually fifty five pounds. He felt great, years younger than he had eight months ago. David went to a stylist and had his hair done in a more youthful cut and switched out his glasses for contact lenses. Though, never really lacking in self esteem he now felt much more assured about himself and did not fear the eventual separation from his wife.

He had come to the conclusion that even though, if you factored out the affair, he enjoyed his wife’s company and personality but he could not allow for such a break of trust between them. He did have second thoughts; he was not one hundred per cent sure the yearly affairs with Frank were not coerced. Or as Sam had said, this man held some sort of spell over her and now that he was dead she would never break his trust again. Yet, if he accepted that, he knew he would be accepting twenty three years of dishonesty in their marriage. He vacillated over what to do. (more…)

I raced home as fast as I could, but I knew my chances of beating him were slim.

“And where have you been?” He said, as if talking to a naughty child. I felt like I had been caught truanting.

Before he left for work that morning he told me to expect a long hard ass fuck the moment he came home, and he had a little surprise to make sure I didn’t forget. He had me get on all fours, then he pushed a thick plug into my tight but eager hole.

I moaned for him, he likes it when I moan. He slowly fucked me as I made slutty noises into a pillow, I adore ass play. (more…)

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My daughter Melanie had been talking about a new friend from work a lot and called one afternoon and asked if she and her friend, Sandy, could come over for some drinks that afternoon. Mel knew my husband, her stepfather, was out of town and her stopping by was nothing new. I got home from work early, changed into some loose fitting short shorts and a flimsy halter-top, mixed up a pitcher of Cosmopolitans and went out to the patio and sat by the pool.

The afternoon was warm and sunny and I was dozing when the girls came in. Mel’s voice woke me up and I was stunned to see this beautiful, dark haired lovely standing in front of me, Sandy. Mel made the introductions and I invited them to take a seat and I passed out Cosmos. Mel began to tell me all about Sandy with a few objections from Sandy about how great of a worker she was. Behind my sunglasses I kept my eyes focused on Sandy. She was about 5-6, I guess a size 6 or so, appeared toned and had a lovely body and nice tanned legs. My daughter is a lovely herself, petite, 36C, blonde and cute as a button if I do say so myself. They were both 22 according to Mel. Oh and me, I am 43, 34B, size 4, and as bi as they come. And I love to seduce women. (more…)

Lena was a bitch. A malicious, ferocious, and self-proclaimed bitch. She was the terror of the dojo, all fury and speed in with short red hair, and just about every new guy made the mistake of challenging her.

The match always went the same way. He’d move into a loose stance, his attention clearly stuck on the way her judo gi clung to her chest. Then he’d try not to hurt her.

The resulting shoulder toss, leg sweep, or chest pound was always unnecessarily painful, the sweet smile on her face giving way to a broad, satisfied grin. Then she’d wander back to the wall, chatting up the sensei, the apple of his eye. Even the ones on their backs would stare at her swaying little ass as she walked away. (more…)

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*Part V*

Laura woke up with her head surrounded by the bottom of Monique’s gown, staring straight into her dark pussy.

“Get off me! What are you doing?” Laura cried in desperation as she struggled to dislodge her dorm-mate.

“Shhh, take it easy, pervie. I ain’t gonna hurt you. See, my brain started clickin’ last night while you was asleep, and I think I may have a cure for yo’ lesbianism. (more…)

People are like fine porcelain. You can pick them up, touch them, toss them around if you want to take a big chance of hurting them, or simply drop them and watch them break. I guess you could say I’m a prime example of china that got chipped somewhere along the way. It happened back in high school, I’m quite sure. I just can’t remember when. I mean there is one of them like me in every high school. You’ve all heard about them or known someone like them yourself. You know what I am talking about–the girls who will do it with anyone, at any time, in any place. If the whole football team were to line up…well, like I said, you already know the story. What you don’t know is that I was one of them. (more…)

Memories of last night came unbidden to her mind. Not that Grace tried hard as she unloaded the dishwasher. They were far too pleasurable to keep away.

Her first time going to a lesbian bar… letting the Domme side of her loose in Real Life rather than keeping it hidden… and her first time with a submissive. She could hardly believe it. Yet she knew they were real. She could still feel Marie’s kisses. Smiling, Grace could feel them everywhere Marie had kissed.

As she put a glass away, she thought back, remembering as they walked up to Marie’s car. Grace remembered how she had reached for Marie, pulling Marie against her body, lips descending upon lips. The feeling of Marie’s mouth yielding to hers sending a thrill up Grace’s spine. Knowing that for tonight at least, she belonged to Grace. Marie had moaned as Grace’s tongue explored her mouth, flicking against her own tongue. The two tongues dancing as the two of them had danced shortly before. Then parting, with regret yet anticipation, for they would soon be by themselves. (more…)

*Chapter 1*

The last yellow rays of late afternoon sun cut through the old, leaded windows of the student union and caught Barb in the eyes as she sat next to Janet. She squinted, took a sip of her coke, and said, “Let’s scoot around a little. The sun’s starting to hit me in the eyes.”

Janet moved her chair part way around the circular table, pulling her plate with her, and quipped, “And I thought it was just your naturally shining personality.”

Barb made a face at her and moved her own plate and drink around so she was out of the sun. It was early May and the sun was just now setting at nearly seven thirty. Outside, students walked past the Union building in the warm spring air. “I just couldn’t face the thought of dorm food tonight,” Barb said, as she picked up her cheeseburger. (more…)

Part 2 of The Boss series picks up after Micki revealed her dominant relationship with her husband and how it ended. In the course of embarking on a new sexual role, Micki discusses her rather strange introduction to sex…

For those of you who were so kind to respond to part 1 of this story, don’t worry, there will be more coming about the adventures of Micki as dominatrix.

“After the marriage, it was quite a while before I began to date again, and I looked for men who had a strong self image and who were more assertive. It was wonderful to be with equal partners, men who wanted to make decisions. And then something strange happened; I began to understand how freeing the choice to be submissive can be. And with each new partner, I let myself go a little farther and let them become more dominant.” “At first they loved the feeling of control they had over me, but each of them would only go so far, then they became uncomfortable and distant and before long they told me they couldn’t handle this type of relationship anymore. Some were angry as they told me while others were downright embarrassed.” (more…)