Freya’s clothes lay strewn across the front room marking a trail leading to the master bedroom. Freya beckoned with an almost musical tone, “I feel much better. Could you help me with something?” “What’s the problem? It’s kind of late, can’t it wait till morning?” Ben played stupid. “I think you need to take a closer look,” Freya anxiously raised her voice. “Be there in a minute,” Ben borrowed the verbiage Freya had used many times to stall or dissuade him. The tactic usually caused him to give up knowing she was locked into a Television program or reading a book. This evening there was no book and the program was not on television, although it would have made a great closed circuit viewing. Ben programmed only two of the virtual app’s marbles to be on the loose after they left the country club bar. The variable stimulation gradually elevated above the implant’s original setting. The clandestine app worked very well and caused Freya to melt like the season’s first and last snowflakes. For Ben the years of minimal sex and denial would now start the process of reconciliation. Ben turned on the stereo and cued Freya’s favorite erotic music. The album was part of her gift package from Deege supposedly contained embedded subliminal sexual messages. Freya played it when she seduced Ben and it wasn’t long before he finally got the message; Freya liked sex with rhythm. Ben poured a glass of Freya’s favorite wine for her, a shot of whiskey for himself, and sat quietly in the dimly …
Home TIme
Well here I am, it's the middle of the week and just finished work, got home had a shower and a bite to eat. No plans , no boyfriend, a T.V. as my companion. I've read all my books and cannot afford to buy anymore until payday. I have my computer, I guess there's facebook or some of the other sites. I've been doing that most nights, it's not much fun anymore. I have only recently moved to this town for the new job, and haven't made new friends yet – just some work colleagues, and they are all busy with their families and friends. I'm 24 , a young woman, attractive with seductive eyes and a nice curvascious body ( cute bum and perky tits) and my nipples are to die for – when aroused they really sit up taut and sensitve , my hair is short and mousy coloured. The shower was refreshing, the meal so-so, my mind now wandering . I have only my silk dressing gown on and it feels great on my skin, so smooth, it just slithers and slides over my skin such a relaxing soothing feeling. If I run my hands over my legs, buttock, or breasts …..oh that is a nice sensation, ha ha, my nipples really love it they react so quickly – zoom – taut and terrific, sending signals to the rest of my body. Oh yes . I really hadn't planned on this, but what the heck. I lightly suck my fingers, which stimulate my senses, start the juices a flowing – yes not bad. I Close my eyes, mmmm, whats that, oh yes slip my wet fingers under my dressing gown and find those gorgeous nipples. Oh yes , as I said …
Dreams
Master – I haven't had a dream that was erotic enough to write about for a while, so when I had one last night, I knew that I had to write it down for you. It all started because I went out last night and ran into a friend – who also happens to be a Dominant. We hung out for several hours where he rubbed my neck and pussy, and we kissed, but nothing else happened. When I got home, I had thought about the 2 of you and I had the following dream. In the dream, I sent you the above information as I am supposed to send you updates of any sexual encounters. I knew you received it when you demanded that I come down and visit you later in the evening. When I got to your place, I immediately noticed a change in your attitude then it had been for a while. More domineering and controlling. You immediately told me to go upstairs and wait for you naked on my knees. I was a little worried that maybe I passed a line more than I should have, especially since I told you I was not going out for the night. After about 10 mins, you came upstairs, put my collar on me then pulled me up by it, turned me around and shackled my hands behind my back. Pushing me back down to my knees, you stuck your cock in my mouth and then grabbing my head, you fucked my mouth hard and vicious until your cum flowed down the back of my throat. Standing me up, you took my leash and attached it to the wall hook, and readjusted my arms so they were also attached above my head. You turned me around, and for the 1st time …
Mated for Life
Andrea Smith sighed. She had come home after another disaster of a date. She knew that she was pretty, but there was something wrong with her. She worked in a bank, had light brown hair that was long and silky. Her breasts were a solid C cup and still perky. She had bright blue eyes that were intelligent and compassionate. Andrea was 28 and still hadn't had a long term relationship with any man. She had been on many dates which sometimes led to sex, but it was often awkward or painful. Tonight's date had looked right, a large man who took care of his body. But he wanted someone to take care of him. He wanted her, but was looking for someone would mommy him. Andrea wanted to be the submissive one, the one being possessed. Andrea wanted a big strong man. Someone who could take control and give her pleasure, someone who would cherish her while making her feel totally loved. But nobody could do that for her. As Andrea got ready for bed she thought about the ideal man for her. Large, really big. Smooth chest with well developed muscles. Kind heart, but strong willed. Someone who would love her and dominate their sex life. Someone who would fuck her into a frenzy of passion. She settled under her covers, stroking her clit as she imagined what it would be like to be taken by a gigantic cock. ~~~~~ Andrea was gone in a bright flash of light. One minute she had been lying in bed, masturbating to her favorite fantasy, the next she was lying on a hard cold slab with a bright light …
Control
She was trapped in her chair, trapped by a severed spinal nerve, her legs were useless, her body limp and wasted below her shoulders. But her mind was still sharp, her thoughts, ideas and musings were as full, bright and normal as they always had been. She hated her life, often thinking she would swallow her entire bottle of prescription sedatives. She thought often how free she would be, free to float in the afterlife, free of the captivity of her useless body. But she didn't want to leave her children until they were old enough to care for themselves. Rich was 18, becoming a man; tall, strong and as handsome as his father. In less than two years he would be on his own leaving her with just her daughter at home. Jenny was closing in on 17 and blossoming into a stunningly pretty and sexy young woman. If one were to look at the Yearbook pictures of the mother, they would see the daughter. It started as a long night in front of the TV, she was watching pay-per-view, a sex laden movie, something she did to remember the nights with her husband before the accident that left her a crippled widow. She had learned over time that her mind could control her feelings, could feed the lust she still felt and overcome the absence of physical touch and give her some erotic gratification. She learned that her sexuality was still alive and she could stimulate it by watching movies then succumb to the power of her mind to create fantasies. The movie was explicit, rich with strong sexual …
FBMO-Club: For Black Men Only
(subbi42© gefunden bei literotica.com und leicht abgewandelt) So hatte ich mir mein Leben nicht vorgestellt, als ich von zu Hause in die Großstadt in eine eigene Wohnung wegzog und endlich frei sein wollte. Schnell waren meine Ersparnisse aufgebraucht und vielfach vergeblich hatte ich mich um einen Job bemüht. Jetzt stand mir das „Wasser bis zum Hals" und meine Lage war mehr als verzweifelt. Ein Job musste her, egal was auch immer. In dieser Stimmung sah ich in der U-Bahn als ich einstieg ein zusammengefaltetes Magazin auf dem Sitz neben mir liegen, auf dem eine fett gedruckte Anzeige, die mit einem Textmarker rot umrandet war mir förmlich ins Auge sprang. Ich nahm das Magazin in die Hand und las:Topverdienst —– netto 5.000.- € im Monat bei freier Kost und Wohnung in unserem luxuriösen ClubhausFMO – Der Club For Black Men only — sucht jungen Serviceboy ab 18 Jahren, gerne jünger aussehend, schlank, hellhäutig, feminin wirkend, zur Betreuung unserer gut situierten nur schwarzen männlichen Mitglieder nach dem Motto „jeder Wunsch unserer Gäste ist uns ein Befehl"!!! Zunächst nur telefonische Kontaktaufnahme zur Vorauswahl geeigneter Bewerber und eventueller Terminvereinbarung unter XXXXX Ich faltete das Magazin auseinander und blickte geschockt auf das Foto eines nackten Schwarzen, der mit steifem Penis vor der Camera posierte. Schnell sah ich mich um ob mich jemand beobachtete, sah aber, dass erst drei Reihen weiter jemand sass. Ich blätterte weiter und merkte, dass ich ein …
ALONE – After work blues.
Well here I am, it's the middle of the week and just finished work, got home had a shower and a bite to eat. No plans , no boyfriend, a T.V. as my companion. I've read all my books and cannot afford to buy anymore until payday. I have my computer, I guess there's facebook or some of the other sites. I've been doing that most nights, it's not much fun anymore. I have only recently moved to this town for the new job, and haven't made new friends yet – just some work colleagues, and they are all busy with their families and friends. I'm 24 , a young woman, attractive with seductive eyes and a nice curvascious body ( cute bum and perky tits) and my nipples are to die for – when aroused they really sit up taut and sensitve , my hair is short and mousy coloured. The shower was refreshing, the meal so-so, my mind now wandering . I have only my silk dressing gown on and it feels great on my skin, so smooth, it just slithers and slides over my skin such a relaxing soothing feeling. If I run my hands over my legs, buttock, or breasts …..oh that is a nice sensation, ha ha, my nipples really love it they react so quickly – zoom – taut and terrific, sending signals to the rest of my body. Oh yes . I really hadn't planned on this, but what the heck. I lightly suck my fingers, which stimulate my senses, start the juices a flowing – yes not bad. I Close my eyes, mmmm, whats that, oh yes slip my wet fingers under my dressing gown and find those gorgeous nipples. Oh yes , as I said …
Sancta Sara #8: Susan & Nat-1
Sancta Sara is a nice nunnery for free fornication Sancta Sara is way up in the hills of upper Sexonia Nice naughty nuns and novices seek sexy satisfaction Nice nuns from Sweden, the Americas, lots of novices Priest Professor Peter Poet is the only male there Priest Peter provides consolation after Confession Peter Poet is a Professor of Sex and of Lusty Liturgy Peter Poet invented praying by oral sexy stimulation Sancta Sara is almost self-sufficient to be independent Sancta Sara has its gardens, vineyards and many meadows Professor Priest Peter almost has his team there complete Professor Peter has Gina for the garden full of veggies His Holiness needs next another erotic expert nice nun His Holiness needs a nun with cattle-expertise to run Professor Peter knows his best base for nuns is the US Professor Peter knows he can convince Susan to nun-hood Susan is a warm woman with a heart for free womanhood Susan is working hard all day to run her small farm Fine friend sexy Susan has a dear daughter nice Nat Fine friend sexy Susan and her dear dod look alike Fabulous BOOBY beauties both make your eyes pop out Fantastic hot is mom, but her dod doesn't see boys? She gets up at sunrise to feed her chicken and geese She gets only sexual attention from her net-Confessor Susan longs to serve Professor Peter with her qualities Susan longs to swap her husband for a proper gentleman Fine friend sexy Susan seems shy to talk sex with nice Nat Fine friend she is, so I decide to help her …
The Master
THE MASTER Lisa and I enjoy role-play and occasionally have had the opportunity to indulge ourselves, to turn fantasy into reality. Both of us enjoy bondage and discipline, and can take an active or passive role, individually or together. In addition we also had, for many years, the fantasy of getting it together with certain nationalities of dark skinned people. We were lucky when one of those rare events occurred where we were able to combine a number of fantasies into the one reality. At a work related social function we met Dom and Jaz, both Afro Americans. They, like us, were in this city location for work reasons. It soon became obvious that we all got on well, and we saw more of each other socially as two couples. Later we found out they were impressed we were open-minded about life. When they discovered our feelings were more than that, a mixture of fantasy and lust, they were pleasantly surprised. It was at dinner at their home we all learned the truth about each other, and had the courage to put it to the test. Dom liked to be dominant, while Jaz was went with the flow; they had both wanted for some time to get it together with another couple; and with Lisa and I agreeing to be submissive we were all in for an interesting evening. A spare bedroom was fitted out as their "games" room. Along one wall was a mirrored wardrobe. Two adjoining opposite walls were fitted from floor to ceiling with exercise bars or racks, such as you see in gyms. A low set massage table …