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Lane and Lace, originally published in the Feb/Mar issue of Bust Magazine, is now on my site to read for free.
[READ IT HERE](http://alexslaine.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/lane-and-lace_Alex-Slaine.pdf?utm_source=Unknown+List&utm_campaign=19fa9392bc-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2018_07_21_11_25&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_-19fa9392bc-)
It is a short, 900 word story with some role reversal and an (expensive) panty fetish…
xoxo
Lane and Lace, originally published in the Feb/Mar issue of Bust Magazine, is now on my site to read for free.
[READ IT HERE](http://alexslaine.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/lane-and-lace_Alex-Slaine.pdf?utm_source=Unknown+List&utm_campaign=19fa9392bc-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2018_07_21_11_25&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_-19fa9392bc-)
It is a short, 900 word story with some role reversal and an (expensive) panty fetish…
xoxo
I wasn’t good today.
Mama was not happy.I didn’t know what I did wrong at the beginning but as soon as we got to our room I understood.
As soon as the door close behind us mama told me not to move.
I was concerned from her not talking to me on the way and unhappy face and I didn’t want to upset her more. She went for her bag and told me to be silent and look in front of me.
When she finally came back she told me to open my mouth and that’s when I understood what I did wrong : she put a pacifier in my mouth. Oh my God.
This means she thought I behaved like a baby. It got me to think so fast…
Maybe I should have been more straight and less shy in our conversation… maybe I should have been quieter and not play with my hands when she was getting a phone call, trying to hold her hand..
maybe I just was not serious when she wanted me to… now I got it. Out of the bedroom mama wanted me to be more serious. I was immature and mama was telling me that. I deserved to be punished.
A couple years ago I was in a really stupid and difficult situation. I had just broken up with my girlfriend (Mandi) of 2 years and it was not on the best of terms. She said she wanted to explore her options, to travel, and have fun before she settled down forever. That bitch, how could she do this to me after 2 years. Things had not been all that great lately; We hadn’t had sex in 2 weeks. I guess I should have seen it coming. Instead I got shitty about it and yelled at her, she yelled back and now we are in an awkward state of silence.
The breakup wasn’t even the worst part. No, the worst part of this whole situation was that we still had a month on our lease and as newly graduated university students, we couldn’t afford to move out or ditch the lease. So, here I am stuck in a 1-bedroom apartment with my ex girlfriend for a month. My parents offered I am quite possibly the dumbest son of a bitch ever.
I am 30 years old, single and fairly good looking. What am I doing on a friday night driving 70 miles to spend the weekend umpiring in a women’s softball tournament. Reminds of the late night baseball femdom porn I watch sometimes. Well at least I get expenses for a motel and food. I had to umpire 3 games on Saturday. I was behind the plate calling balls and strikes for the last game and was dog tired. It was a hot and humid August day and I could not wait to grab a nice cold beer. It was the last inning, bases loaded with the team batting down by a run. An older women maybe 40 or 45 came up to bat. Though she was much older than me she was fit and toned and looked down right sexy in her shorts and jersey.
She reminded me of a woman I saw on a baseball femdom porn video. The count went to 3 balls and 2 strikes. Another ball and the game would be tied. A strike and the game would be over. I don’t know, maybe I was distracted by her shapley ass as she bent over to bat as the pitch came in. “Strike 3!” I said as the ball passed the outside of the plate. The batter turned around and if looks could kill I would be dead. Shit, I think I may have blown that call.
To give sort of a backstory: my wife and I have been together for about 7 years, and we’ve experienced a number of firsts together. In the last couple of years, I finally came to terms with my sexuality and came out as bisexual, which my wife fully embraced. After much discussion, we decided that while introducing another person to things wasn’t our cup of tea, we would explore things in and around that realm. One of the things was sharing photos, but since my wife wasn’t comfortable with that, our compromise was stories – and thus here we are.
A couple days ago when I was looking for a pair of socks, I had pulled out a pair of her knee socks and put them on by mistake (some of our socks look pretty similar, but once they went past my ankle, I realized the error of my ways). Weirdly enough, I decided to try the other one on, and some sort of light bulb went off in my head. I felt conflicted, but the kind of conflicted which sends the heart into a frenzy, and blood rushing down the river (so to speak).
The mansion stood four stories tall, shading me from the moonlight. It was more of a castle than a manor. The high stone walls, towers lined in thick black windows, and candle light flickering through the windows as the curtains waved in the breeze. I made my way up the stone pathway and as I approached the front steps, the huge wooden french doors opened as if someone was expecting me.
I entered the grand hall entrance, an iron chandelier overflowing with flaming candles hung radiantly from the high ceilings. The walls were stone and red curtains hung over the windows. The hall was elaborately decorated with antique furniture and candles surrounded the walls around the room. To the right of the entrance a winding staircase climbed to a second story, gnarled iron railing curving and twisting upward. Women of all races and species walked through the hall. A pixie woman with flowing pink hair and sparkling silver eyes winked at me as she passed and disappeared into a room to my left, her sheer dress floating behind her as she glided across the floor. A furry feline female leaned against the stone desk at the back of the entrance hall, her black fur was shiny and soft looking, her yellow eyes glistening in the candle light. Next to the Catgirl stood an Orc woman, seven feet tall with moss green skin and short black hair. Both looked in my direction and smiled as I approached the desk.
The mansion stood four stories tall, shading me from the moonlight. It was more of a castle than a manor. The high stone walls, towers lined in thick black windows, and candle light flickering through the windows as the curtains waved in the breeze. I made my way up the stone pathway and as I approached the front steps, the huge wooden french doors opened as if someone was expecting me.
I entered the grand hall entrance, an iron chandelier overflowing with flaming candles hung radiantly from the high ceilings. The walls were stone and red curtains hung over the windows. The hall was elaborately decorated with antique furniture and candles surrounded the walls around the room. To the right of the entrance a winding staircase climbed to a second story, gnarled iron railing curving and twisting upward. Women of all races and species walked through the hall. A pixie woman with flowing pink hair and sparkling silver eyes winked at me as she passed and disappeared into a room to my left, her sheer dress floating behind her as she glided across the floor. A furry feline female leaned against the stone desk at the back of the entrance hall, her black fur was shiny and soft looking, her yellow eyes glistening in the candle light. Next to the Catgirl stood an Orc woman, seven feet tall with moss green skin and short black hair. Both looked in my direction and smiled as I approached the desk.
I used to have this possessive girlfriend, Ana. Now, I’m not a jealous person. at least not before I dated Ana. I think her craziness rubbed off on me and I only became jealous because she was so possessive.
we were on our way to my friend Ian’s party and I know something is wrong because she is too quiet and she seems happy. Ana, is never Quiet. I look over to her and smile but I accidently furrow my brow as I do and of course she picks up on it.
“what was that look for?”
“Nothing baby, no look.” I replied
“are you mad at me? Why are you confused, Turn around we shouldn’t even go to this party. I don’t want to watch you around all of those whores anyways.”
“those whores are my friends girlfriends and wives” letting myself get emotional.
Ana continued to fight with me until we parked outside of Ian’s house she was sitting as far away from me in the passenger’s seat would allow with her arms crossed alligator tears welling up in her eyes, but not yet escaping the eye lids.
*Hey, this is Part 3 of my story inspired by a prompt on /r/DirtyWritingPrompts! I’ll link to parts 1 and 2 in the comments since links aren’t allowed in the description. I’m working on Part 4 right now, which will likely be the final chapter. Enjoy!*
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Darth Makhet led the way back inside, Rinn close behind her. Makhet strolled casually through the section of the dormitory that the droids had made up for them. She continued past the lounge and dining area to the two bedrooms, peeking first into one, then the other. Evidently settling on the first one, she doubled back, grabbing hold of Rinn’s erection as she walked past him. With a firm grip she towed him to the large bed, neatly made with minimalist white dressings and lit through a slatted skylight.
She stopped at the head of the bed, guiding Rinn to sit with his back against the pillows along the wall. He did so in almost quivering eagerness, looking over at her, his hands running over her hips and ass as he forced himself to be patient. But Makhet stayed standing beside the bed, her eyelids falling as she laid her hands on his temples, deep in concentration.