collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
To celebrate this unexpected blessing, I've decided to make my entire catalog free on as many vendors as possible, for at least the next week. Participating vendors include:
I'm just so stoked, I want to give something back to the universe. Thanks, guys.
Click on my name for the previous stories in this series Feeling His Way Through and Mark Figures It Out
"Hey, Tad, you gotta minute?" Paige asked before the first bell rang.
"Sure, Paige, what's up?" Tad absently touched his bruised lip as he stopped. Their schoolmates routed around the two of them to create an oasis in the crowded hallway.
Paige's impromptu baby shower on Friday during lunch in the school cafeteria indirectly led to her ex-boyfriend and reluctant baby-daddy to give Tad a fat lip. It wasn't swollen anymore after three days, but the mottled skin still bore the clear imprint of Charlie Johnson's knuckles.
"I wanted to apologize for what happened Friday," she said, not quite meeting his eyes.
"That's not on you," Tad said with a dismissive wave. "You only went out with him. You didn't make him hit me."
"No, but I spun him up on purpose and knew he was unstable. If I hadn't done that he might not have hurt you." She gave him the kind of stern look that implied how seriously she took her apology.
I made sure he could see up my miniskirt while he described his preferences. Most clients that we deal with are either insecure men and you can sense the sex crazed manic in them the moment they walk in. Adrienne was different. He was by all means a complete stud and could probably get any woman he wanted. Not only that but instead of being eager and excited like our usual clientele, Adrienne seemed more frustrated than anything.
“What can we do for you today Adrienne?” asked my boyfriend/boss Ian.
He shuffled nervously. “Uggghh… your flyer said that you guys can um… satisfy the most extreme of fantasies?” His nervousness made him sexy. “It said here that there is limit to what your willing to do to satisfy you..” he stopped talking and awkwardly awaited a response.
“Mr.Panouge” said Ian breaking the silence “Call me A.D.” Adrienne said “A.D. Fantasies Limitless is unique for a call girl service for one simple reason. We. Will do. ANYTHING to ensure our customer is satisfied. You see the girls our company employs have to fit a very specific profile. Every woman in our employment has what we call an “extremist” personality type. They are adrenaline junkies. Not only have the ability to go far beyond the limits of what even the most intense human would say is painful, but the get off on it.”
I scurried through the brothel to the secret room underneath, an inconspicuous base of operations for the rebels fighting against the Queen's tyrannical rule. They had welcomed me in months earlier, but now the trap was ready to be sprung. Having convened an urgent meeting, duping them with lies about having critical information, I found the rebel commander Jake, surrounded by his officers, waiting for me. Excellent, I thought to myself. He was tall and fit, a self-righteous crusader on behalf of those oppressed by the Queen's reign of evil. Even his sanctimonious presence filled me with loathing and annoyance.
"Ellen, where have you been?" Jake asked me.
Backstabbing your ugly face, I wanted to reply, but instead I gave a lie about sleeping in.
Suddenly, screams broke out from outside the room. The thought that the Queen would be rid of these contemptible pests because of my betrayal filled me with excitement. Her minions surrounded the brothel, killing anyone who resisted. They stormed through the door and closed in on us. We were encircled. I looked at the crass faces of the rebels, they were in complete disbelief. Satisfaction. Finally, these stuck-up hooligans will get the punishment they so deserve.
This story is true. Happened a little over a month ago. I thought I'd write it up with her okay, and I'm hoping you enjoy it. If you happen to have a Fetlife account and would like to "love" it or comment there (she'll see the comments there, I don't think she's on Reddit), please do.
'I want to cry'
A random "like"-ing on OKC, leads to a sharing of Fetlife profiles, which leads to her favoriting an anonymous encounter story. "I want to do that," she said.
Successful and smart, working on her law degree, and stressed beyond belief. She had little time for email, but we made it work. We agreed on a basic framework: at least until she's done with the next few months worth of intense work, I would be as anonymous as one can be in this situation. Beyond the pictures she's seen already, she wouldn't get to see me. The plan would be to have as many of these encounters as we can make happen during this time.
This is the fourth in a series. You can read the first three parts here, here and here.
“Soooo … I’ve been invited to a party.”
The message popped up on my screen with no warning. I had been online waiting for Rachel for several hours, but it was getting late and I was about to sign off thinking she wasn’t going to make it on tonight.
I was a little confused by the message. We have a large circle of friends and there’s a party or gathering of some kind just about every weekend if you want to attend. The fact that she had been invited to a party wasn’t in any way remarkable. However, I knew there must be more to this, so I decided to inquire further.
“Oh?,” I replied. “Whose party? I know that Will was thinking of getting some people together, but I don’t think we’re planning on going.”
“No, this isn’t Will’s party,” she wrote. “This is different.”
The then started telling me about her friend Jenn. Apparently I wasn’t the only one that Rachel had been talking to about her sexual frustrations, fantasies and desires. She had been confiding in Jenn, as well. In fact, Jenn knew all about what Rachel and I had been up to these last few months.
If you havn’t read the first part to this story I suggest you do. It can be found here. http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/36wz65/lesbians_first_bdsm_experience_with_a_guy_mf/
This is a series of stories from an experience I had being the Dom of a submissive girl I had met through a group for young adults in the local kink community, the only catch is though, she is a lesbian and has never been with a guy, let alone let one dom her. I hope you enjoy part two of this story.
In this part of the story there is a third person who is brought in. She is a former co-worker of mine as well as a sub for me, but she is a switch. She works at a bdsm shop I formerly worked at as well which is how I knew her. But I won’t spoil anymore. Enjoy.
It probably won’t shock you to know that if you put me in a room with 99 good guys and one bad guy, my instinct is to make a beeline to the bad guy every time. And vice verse.
It’s ingrained in my nature.
With age came self-awareness. I fight it because—well–I’m just too old and tired. I had my last Hoo-rah almost three years ago. I like to believe I'm reformed.
I was just realizing this phenomena when I met Jay. I was in my early 30's and wanted off the crazy train. This would be just the first of many times I would attempt to make myself fit into the round hole of a “normal, healthy" vanilla relationship.
An ex-Coast Guard, Jay was blonde, blue-eyed, and held a good IT job. He did amateur boxing at the local ring downtown to deal with anger issues. He was sweet and a bit broken, being that he was raised by a clinically depressed mother. I saw this all as a good combination; he was just fucked up enough that we could share some common ground.
The collar. So tender. So erogenous. So complete. So perfect. Located below the fragile neck, and above protruding breasts. Offering the option of heading up to her lips, or down to those gorgeous, sometimes full, sometimes shallow, breasts.
A position that is up to you, Mister Reader, to decide on which is the best course to follow: when should you kiss her lips, when should you tease her breasts, when should you hold her neck, or force her this way or that? I can only offer you what I know, from my past experience, use it well, but don’t neglect to read her body language.
Now. Let’s begin.
Push her against something – anything—so long as it can support her body weight. A wall, a bed, a bookcase; you can be standing, or you can be lying down, the important thing is that you, Dear Reader, push her on to the surface. She cannot be free now, you start with her neck, devour it, own it and tease her with it, but don’t let her ever think she is in control. Because she isn’t. You are. She is yours now. If you have gotten this far, she wants you, her body needs it, craves it, and her moans, deep breaths, sighs, these are all reactions that prove her carnal and instinctual base need of domination is needed, wanted from her tonight.
Quick warning, this is really long. It’s real life and real life has a lot of build up, or at least mine does. I hope you can stick through it all because I think it’s got a great payoff. :)
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A little backstory for those interested. My wife has a ton of health problems to the point that we’ve gone so far as to find me an escort to fuck, and we’ve attempted to set up craigslist hookups to try and satiate my libido. None of those forays have ever panned out for various reasons, but somehow I’ve always managed to stay sane because when we finally do have sex it’s usually pretty spectacular.
Typically the problem of infrequent sexxing is due to my wife’s varied, colorful and sucktacular health issues, but our latest dry spell was 100% me.
For no apparent reason, over the course of this last year my sex drive went from 100 to 0. It was almost as if my libido was killed, quickly and silently by an anti-sex-ninja.