Okay, so I’m an Irish girl and 25 who happened to be visiting her friend in North America a month ago who was getting married. Pretty big deal, and I took a few weeks off work to make a real holiday of it all.

Guess I better tell you what I look like, or you won’t read any further: 5ft7, Redhead, green eyes, black-rimmed glasses, not super skinny but not super curvy. Pretty standard girl with tits and an ass.

I decided to travel over a few days early to do some touristy things and go exploring a bit. So having arrived in super early in the morning I had a day to explore the city and do touristy stuff. by the afternoon I was beginning to feel the jetlag and was about 90% coffee when I arrived at the natural history museum. It was mid-afternoon and mid-week so not exactly over-run with visitors.

Literally the first thing you see when you walk in are the dinosaurs and the second thing I saw was a boy maybe a couple of years older than me, checking out one of the dinosaurs. Like, it’s basically me and him and some security guy way over across the room and in my jetlagged and coffee fueled state make a joke about hoping they don’t come back to life and eat us. I’m real witty like that. Read more »

Joel worked too hard. He knew it, his family knew it and his co-workers knew it. He was frequently back at the office after everyone else had left, busily working on the accounts of the large corporation for which he worked.
Recently, one of the new sales executives had also started working longer hours, as she pushed to meet the aggressive targets set for her by management. Periodically Joel or Grace would note the light on in the office of the other as they were leaving.
One nondescript Wednesday night, about 7:30pm, Joel got up from his desk to grab a glass of water from the staff kitchen and, deep in thought, nearly ran right into Grace as she was leaving with a hot mug of tea.
“Sorry!” blurted Joel, “It’s Grace isn’t it?”
“Yes, and that’s ok, you look like you have a lot on your mind”, replied the blonde from about eye level with Joel thanks to her stilettos.
“I would have thought that with the amount of time you spend here, you’d have had something stronger stashed away,” Grace joked.
“No, I need to keep my wits about me, and alcohol would only put me to sleep. I’m Joel by the way.”
“How late are you staying tonight, Joel? They said they were shutting the servers off at 9 tonight.”
“Really? I must have missed the mail on that. Damn. Oh well I guess I’ll have to finish at 9 then. You?”
“Don’t know yet. I’m trying to tie up some loose ends on a deal on the west coast. I’ll pop by and say goodnight when I’m leaving. Always nice to know I have a comrade in arms,” said Grace, and with that she turned on her heel, leaving Joel to watch her very shapely butt trace a winding path down the corridor to her office. Read more »

**Friendship Knows No Boundaries**

***L’amitié ne connaît pas de frontières***

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**Prologue**

This actually happened in Real Life !!

I have been reading articles on relationships for a few years now and have always tried to make sense of how the relationships grow in such a way that it might be considered taboo otherwise.

And here I am, writing about it and still trying to get a sense of how certain things are more evolved through particular situations and emotions that it carries along.

It’s about Ti & Di the characters of this story, classmates that went to school together and connected back through social media in their mid-thirties.

It happened exactly a year ago in september 2017. Ti has been living overseas and visits India for his business purpose a few times a year. Di is based in Chandigarh living with a husband and a cute little child. Both have been married for a decade and have been living a parallel life and connecting over social media on and off. They have a good rapport with each other and have mutual respect and friendship.

From here on, I will write it from a first-person perspective. Read more »

We “met” online just as many single people do. Except neither of us were single, nor did we want to change that. We chatted over the course of a week or so, delving deep into what we were both looking for. I knew I wanted to be owned, and he had the capacity, patience and knowledge to own me.

We met and my instincts were put at ease. We clicked immediately. I wanted to fuck him- and I wanted it immediately. We were in the hotel room he had secured for us; an average room, it was neither over the top, nor seedy, nothing about it was remarkable. He had been working at the desk in the room, his laptop still open to reveal the code he was writing. I noticed that immediately. He was smart, and i appreciate that in a man. He was dressed well, he had good hygiene and he kept his temporary workspace clean. All very important things to note when interviewing a Dom; If they can’t take care of themselves, they can’t tend to your needs. After a brief chat, he ordered me to stand up. He wanted to see me, all of me.
“Turn slowly”
I did. My heart rate began to quicken.
“Take off your clothes, slowly”.
I obeyed. Once naked, I froze; nipples hardened I was on full display, helpless in front of a stranger in a hotel room.
“Turn around, bend over and spread your ass apart. I need to inspect you”. Taking in a deep breath, I silently obeyed. Read more »