Mistress’ pleasure

It was about a quarter til nine in the evening when I entered the hair salon. Almost closing time. The store was empty, except for the woman working there. She was sweeping up with a broom. Tall, long frizzy blonde hair, statuesque, mid 30’s. She looked at me with a trace of annoyance — no doubt because my presence meant she may have to work late. She quickly masked it. “How can I help you?” she asked cheerfully. I paused, swallowed nervously. “Er…Kristi sent me.” She appraised me carefully, looking me up and down carefully,...

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Yeah… bet she got a real tight pussy too

“Night guys” Jesse called as she turned to leave the crowded bar. Casting a quick glance down to her watch, she chuckled a bit, the scent of too many shots of aftershock still lingering on her breath. It was far past her ‘bedtime’ and she knew she wasn’t up for a long walk, so she settled on the bus instead. Admittedly, the bus stop was in a terrible neighborhood, but Jesse figured that at this late of an hour, nothing was going to happen to her. All the crazies went to sleep early. She laughed...

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I discovered I was bisexual

I discovered I was bisexual during my senior year of high school: I was watching a movie in which a female character took off some of her clothes in an obvious sexual situation and I found myself getting turned on. I guess I can credit my lack of panic to the fact that I was well read. Even though I wasn’t a participant in the 60s sexual revolution, it provided plenty of reading material: I had read about lesbianism and bisexuality. Since it had always been guys that I had crushes on and who turned...

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The most powerful orgasm

Shaking and trembling in the aftermath of the most powerful orgasm I’d ever shared with my husband, I forced myself to breathe slowly. Finally, with still closed eyes, I relaxed into my window seat and felt the tension drain out of me. I felt so tired, limp, satisfied, wet, and oh, so happy that after a year of marriage, Sanford had finally found my very special place. It was a nicer, much nicer, anniversary present than even the beautiful diamond bracelet that he had given me on our first evening in Los Angeles, just after...

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Early shift at a topless bar in town

My name is Judy Hess, but I go by the nickname Tawny. This is the story of my journey down the road to a submissive sexual lifestyle. Some is true, some not, some I imagine will occur. Whatever the case, I hope the readers will be entertained and I hope I can gain some like minded friends on the internet. I have been fooling with e-mail and chat on IRC, PowWow and other mediums for a couple of months. Due to some bad experiences I will want to avoid phone conversations and revelations of my...

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This is a fantasy about a woman being dominated

I stretched my head to watch as this beautiful female face buried her tongue into my slit and licked up the overflowing strong juices that our furious fuck had created. Her eyes locked onto mine and I could see her lust as she enjoyed the humiliation of cleaning me. Her tongue was so nice, feminine and it knew just how to stroke my slit. She made quick light stroking motions against my inner lips….teasing my clit and then quickly licking lower into my pussy. Ron touched the back of her head and she opened her...

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