Okay, it's probably going to be a while before I get around to editing the story, so I'll go ahead and post it now - post your comments and let me know what you think, and what needs to be edited.
Week 1
Week 2
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Friday, April 22, 2005
A Tall Tale: The Secretary
Note: This is NOT the story I mentioned in an earlier post; that story is some 50 pages long and covers two weeks of time. This is another fictional story I wrote the other night, just messing around. The long story I will be editing soon and posting on Literotica for all the world to see - when I do, I'll post a link here.
So, the story in question is here. Enjoy!
So, the story in question is here. Enjoy!
Monday, April 04, 2005
Words of Wisdom
Sarah of Submissive Reflections has taken it upon herself to answer for me a question - thank you Sarah!
Now on to more pressing matters. pet and I had a wonderful weekend. she came to visit Me, we rented a hotel room so we could have privacy - living with 3 roommates doesn't really leave much room for fun.
Unfortunately, checkin wasn't until 3pm, so we went out for breakfast. It was absolutely pouring rain... which was very nice, actually, as it kept the car windows blurry while she went down on me in the car - her first official act as Mine.
After breakfast we went to the mall... I hate malls, but this trip I didn't mind, for two reasons: one, the ben-wa balls lodged deep inside her were getting her wetter by the minute; and two, we were going to buy her her first collar. A cheap little number from Claire's, less than $10, but this is one situation where "it's the thought that counts" is particularly true - it's the symbolism that matters here.
I removed all of her clothes, and had her kneel before me, facing away. I placed the collar around her neck, clasped the back, and leaned her head back so I could kiss her. That kiss lasted quite some time, and I knew from the look on her face when I finally pulled away that she was truly Mine.
The next four hours straight were spent in various positions, the details of which I think I will leave to her to start her journal. I will say I came inside her twice, in her lovely mouth once, and she got her first-ever spanking - which she enjoyed even more than she thought she would, I think.
Later that evening, when we had had some time to recover, we made love slowly, passionately, and slept better than either of us had in quite some time.
She said she lost count of her orgasms. I only gave her permission once. I let it slide... this time. I know she had a lot of pent up energy. Next time, she won't be so lucky with her indiscretions.
Now on to more pressing matters. pet and I had a wonderful weekend. she came to visit Me, we rented a hotel room so we could have privacy - living with 3 roommates doesn't really leave much room for fun.
Unfortunately, checkin wasn't until 3pm, so we went out for breakfast. It was absolutely pouring rain... which was very nice, actually, as it kept the car windows blurry while she went down on me in the car - her first official act as Mine.
After breakfast we went to the mall... I hate malls, but this trip I didn't mind, for two reasons: one, the ben-wa balls lodged deep inside her were getting her wetter by the minute; and two, we were going to buy her her first collar. A cheap little number from Claire's, less than $10, but this is one situation where "it's the thought that counts" is particularly true - it's the symbolism that matters here.
I removed all of her clothes, and had her kneel before me, facing away. I placed the collar around her neck, clasped the back, and leaned her head back so I could kiss her. That kiss lasted quite some time, and I knew from the look on her face when I finally pulled away that she was truly Mine.
The next four hours straight were spent in various positions, the details of which I think I will leave to her to start her journal. I will say I came inside her twice, in her lovely mouth once, and she got her first-ever spanking - which she enjoyed even more than she thought she would, I think.
Later that evening, when we had had some time to recover, we made love slowly, passionately, and slept better than either of us had in quite some time.
She said she lost count of her orgasms. I only gave her permission once. I let it slide... this time. I know she had a lot of pent up energy. Next time, she won't be so lucky with her indiscretions.
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