Show your Lines

I’m flying the airplane.

A wing dips and I turn the wheel, scraping ailerons on the frozen air.

The plane yaws; I reach up and adjust the trim. It rolls; I pull back on the yoke. We level off.

I’m scared, afraid of losing control, of falling. But still, I’m flying. It’s my skill that keeps us in the air, keeps the passengers safe. The passengers…

I look around the cockpit, confused. The plane starts to fall off. I correct. Concentrate, damn it! Straight and level!

What is this? I can’t be the pilot. I boarded in New York as a passenger. Didn’t I? (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…)

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…)

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…)

*THE BORROWER*

Why do I do what I do? Because I can, that’s the simple answer. Some people only dream of what they want to do. Me? I just do it.

Oh, it requires careful planning to be sure. I mean, if you want to abduct an attractive young woman, drug her, take her to a deserted warehouse, truss her up and cut her clothes off and then fuck her in your own, special way, you need to know what you’re doing. You need to have plans, contingency plans, and you’ve got to take it seriously, otherwise the game won’t work. It doesn’t matter that she knows you and it’s a game for consenting adults. You have to be convincing. (more…)

She reaches up & turns the radio a little bit louder. Dipping her hands back into the soapy water she goes back to washing the dishes. Her body sways as she dances & sings along with the music. He stops in the doorway, silently watching her as she moves. Looking her over he smiles, completely nude save the silver collar around her neck & the leather ankle cuffs. She has grown accustomed to being naked, even come to like it. Her long braid sways along her back, her hips rocking as she dances in place. Each time she reaches over to set a dish in the drain rack he can see the curve of her full breast. (more…)

Chapter Three

Steffie dreamt she was being fucked, slowly and gently. She moaned softly at the gentle yet insistent penetration. She slowly drifted awake and realized it wasn’t a dream, that she was laying face down on the bed and Jack was above her, sliding his cock into her pussy. She gasped loudly as she felt her muscles clenching, the orgasm peaking and rolling through her still half asleep body. Her mind spun with the sensation, still not sure how much was reality and how much was dream. (more…)

*Chapter 2 - Molly tells friend all about weekend*

“Author’s note: You need to read chapter 1 to understand who the characters are and what has happened to Molly thus far. Happy reading.”

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When Charlie and Molly got back to San Diego on Sunday night, they went to Charlie’s. Molly spent the night and Charlie dropped her off at work on Monday on the way to his office. She was glad she had a few of her clothes at his house. She damn sure couldn’t go to work wearing the clothes he had made her wear the whole weekend. She would have been fired before she even got clocked in. (more…)

“*This is the final part in my Spring break journal write up. Hopefully everyone enjoyed it, please let me know what you thought. Maybe now that I’m done with this I’ll try taking some fantasies of mine and writing some stories based on them.

**This story contains adult content. If you are under 18 or easily offended, please do not read.”

*Back Home*

Day 7

I got myself up early even though I was feeling a little hung over from the night before. I figured since it was my last day I wanted to spend as much time as I could on the beach and hanging out with my friends. I got showered and put on a bikini and got the rest of my stuff together. Kate had gotten back at some point during the night and she was up with me, getting ready for the beach. We talked a little and she told me all about the guy she’d hooked up with. (more…)

Once again I’d like to thank the many readers who took time to send me feedback on “What are friends for?” and “More of what friends are for”. The response was far more than I ever expected.

I hope everyone likes it at least as well as the first two. Please let me know your thoughts either way.

If by chance you haven’t read both of the first two, this story is a continuation and relies on understanding both the characters and the background in those. I strongly encourage you to read them first, and in order. (more…)