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Lily gripped the end of her whip as she studied the man hunched on the stool before her. He was tall, unusual for her customers. Usually the pathetic worms she beat on were no more than five feet tall, thin shouldered and gaunt faced. She refused to touch them, but they begged to touch her. At twenty-five she had the body most girls couldn’t get, even with surgery. Her hips, set wide by heredity boasted sexy curves that promised nights of fun, while a heavy pair of breasts danced high on her chest. Her backside was a cute curve of delicious muscle that made even her gay friends mouths water. She was real, and proud of it, which was good in her line of work.
Ever so gently she swiped her fingers over her new slaves shoulder, the broad sinewy feeling wetting her appetite even more. Slowly she leaned down and bit him, and though the nip was gentle, she knew she was getting her point across. She was taking charge, but even at this moment she was having second thoughts. He was big, very big, and she liked guys like him. Respected them even. She couldn’t wait to get this night started.
With all the authority she could muster, she slapped him across his back with the nine tails. The straps where designed to sound more painful than they actually were, but she did what she could to make him yelp. Humanity had no place in her tiny dungeon, and if he wanted to cry about it, to bad. After a quick succession of swings she relented, noting he had yet to cry out, to say a single word of homage to her. She wondered what he was up to, but pushed the thought aside and dived onto her roll.
‘Up slave, and don’t fuck around, I don’t have all day!’
Slowly the bulky form before her unfolded, revealing a man in his late twenties, nearly six foot six, with a beautiful Roman face, he was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. Heat sizzled between her thighs and she almost forgot what she was doing. By pure strength of will she fought down the urge to reach up and touch his face. What was she thinking? This was work damn it! With a renewed focus she slowly circled him, wincing at the red welts she left on that flawless back. She gazed up to his neck and noted that his hair was long and curly, the soft brown locks falling to his delectable shoulders. He put Michelangelo’s David to shame. Heat seeped from his every pore, and his affect on her was far more than sexual. She wanted to roll over like a depraved dog, sit up and beg for his touch.
‘My god, you are something else, aren’t you.’ She skimmed her fingers over his tight stomach, delighting in the way every muscle jumped and flexed beneath her touch.
She looked up into his eyes and saw quiet submission, and an open honesty that she’d never seen before. Usually she was with men who couldn’t tell a lie form the truth, they came to her to atone for the wrongs they had done. She lowered her gaze and looked at her leather suit. For the first time, the tight black hip huggers and bustier made her feel cheap and sleazy. Had her makeup always felt so thick, gunky? She bit her lower lip and for a moment, hung her head. If it hadn’t been for the money, she would have told him to leave, but supporting ones mother and father wasn’t easy. She wasn’t going to put them in a home ever, even if it meant degrading herself daily. Tears prickled at her eyes. She couldn’t help it, but she couldn’t let him see that.
She sucked in a deep breath and slapped him hard on the ass. His eyes never wavered, though she could tell he felt the sting by the small tightening of his jaw. She went to his back and gazed at the gently sweep of his spine, following it to where it slipped beneath his jeans. Jealous of the coal black material, her fingers cupped the taut curve of his posterior. Her lips gently touched the welts that she had given him earlier, the need to be dominant no longer prevalent. His hands had stayed at his sides, but now she wanted them in her hair, and wrapped around her waist. She slipped around him, and gently took his hand in hers, leading him to a small table at the edge of the room.
‘Lift me up here, slave.’ She patted the smooth surface, and his large hands gently grasped her hips and lifted her onto it. He stepped back from the v of her legs, and desperation caught at her throat. She hooked her legs behind his and pulled him to her.
‘No, stay slave, pleasure me.’ Her voice was no longer commanding, but soft and seductive. She watched with fascination as he lowered his head to hers and gently brushed her lips with his.
‘What would my mistress wish for me to do?’
Lily gasped at the sound of his husky baritone, and the soft sweep of his lips on hers as he spoke. It was the first time she ever heard him speak, and she wanted him to keep talking.
‘I want to know your name, and what you think of my body.’ The request was out before she could stop it, and she looked into his eyes to see if he could feel her need. If he did he was hiding it, because the blackened blue depths held nothing but lust. He held her, as if she would break, reverence in his touch, and his forehead rested on hers, the intimate stance only sweetened by the fact that his big body was clutched between her trembling thighs.
‘My name is Micheal. As for your body, I think it’s sexy as hell.’ He kissed her again, and though she tried not to, she shivered. She sank into the kiss and with a sigh relented her control.
‘I’m Lily.’ She whispered dumbly when he let her breath.
He grinned slyly and kissed her nose. ‘ I know, my assistant called you for me.’
‘She did?’ Lily looked up at him confused.
‘Yes she did, and I asked her to get me all day with you. Remember?’
Lily thought for a moment, her hormones coming down to a high simmer. This was the Micheal who had hired her, the head partner of the Filner and Branch Law Offices? The man in her mind had been a wimpy noodle, and she had thought that this man had merely been a walk-in. Elation whistled through her. She had all day with this sex god.
She pulled her tumbling thoughts together, and giggled nervously as she sat up straight. ‘I am so sorry that I haven’t been what you paid for.’ She struggled to get her emotions in check. She pulled her hair back from her neck, and looked up at him with ashamed eyes, and whispered the dreaded words. ‘ If you want your money back, then I can give you a full refund.’
Moments passed slowly enough that Lily was sure an hour had just gone by. She heard his quick sigh before he spoke and steeled herself for the worst. His payment was already on its way to her parent’s caretaker’s bank account, and if she had to take it back she wasn’t sure she could pay the bill on time. She was already a week late on her car payment. When he spoke she had to blink twice before she understood him fully.
‘ No I don’t want my money back, and as for your parents,’ He shushed her with a long tapered finger to her lips, ‘ Yes I know what the situation is, and you don’t need to worry about them ever again, I’ve paid for a private caretaker, who will be at their beck and call all day of every week till she is no longer needed.’
Lily choked on a sob, and grasped his shoulders. Fearful that what he was saying was to good to be true, she gazed directly into his eyes. ‘Why would you do that?’ She whispered, her voice trembling with gratitude and apprehension
His grin was so stunningly unexpected that she was taken aback and had to force herself to keep her eyes level with his. ‘ Because my dear Lily, I want you. Not for an hour, not for a day, but for until you cannot stand to be near me any longer. I want you because I know so much about you. Your steely nerve, your raw passion for what is right. I need a woman like you, and you can use me as a baseboard for all your needs. I am going to help with your parents because I’m mad about them, and as for you,’ he shrugged casually, ‘I’ve loved you since we were kids in school.’
Lily was dumbstruck.
School? She hadn’t set foot in school in nearly eight years, and she’d certainly never had a boyfriend named Micheal. She mulled the thought over in her head for several minutes before she placed him.
‘You!’ She whispered the word almost to herself. The gaunt gawky kid that had lived next door, had grown into this gorgeous man?
‘Bingo kido.’ The familiar phrase slipped off his tongue and into her heart.
She could hardly believe her eyes. As kids they had been so close, not lovers, but they had shared a great connection, she had always depended on him to make her laugh, and when she’d fallen from her uncles oak tree and broken her leg, Micheal had carried her all the way to her house, nearly three miles, and uphill the entire way. She had loved him deeply. He had been her best friend, but time was harsh to her, and so kind to him. She’d been forced to work her way through college as an exotic dancer, and then when her father’s company had gone belly up, she’d given up all hope on ever having a normal life. She’d started her own business, Dominatrix Lust, and did what she could to care for her parents.
Micheal had it good, and always would. At the age of fifteen he’d graduated high school with tons of offers from computer companies. He’d have been the next Bill Gates if he hadn’t decided to go to Harvard, on a full ride scholarship of course. They had written letters to one another for a while, Lily still had all of the ones he’d sent to her, but after his second semester his letters slowed till they stopped coming. She had cried once or twice, but in the end she forgave him, and he’d receded to the back of her heart, where she kept all her childhood memories.
She hugged him close and breathed in his scent, so pleased that he still smelled of soap and fresh mowed hay.
‘I can’t believe your here. I missed you so much after you stopped writing.’ She held him tight, the sexual urges melting into something much more tender. She smiled when he kissed the top of her head, his soft chuckle rumbling against her cheek. He held her for a while, then let go abruptly, and tilted her chin up.
‘You want to go to dinner with me tonight?’ He held his breath and she knew he wanted her to say yes, and with him gazing so sincerely into her eyes, how could she say no?
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Not Quite Paradise A Tale of Delacroix 2023 Book One: Paradise Lost Chapter 1 Things change, always do. Few things in life are truer; they either fall in line or get so far out of control that something drastic is the only way to hold on to what little piece of mind one can get. For Tim Flaherty-Sharpe, things were no different. "Thanks." He said to the day's final customer, taking the cash and putting in the register before...
I'm looking for something I lost I don't know what it is But it looks like a loose green dress floating on a summer meadow of wildflowers It smells like earth And the perfume of those flowers It moves like a shadow caught in the corner of my sight It sounds like the fall of a wholesome rain I'm looking for something I lost I don't know when I lost it I was very little I think I can almost remember the taste of it Rich and sweet but soothing on my tongue I almost remember its...
Chapter 2 Vacation, all I ever wanted Vacation, have to get away.. "Vacation meant to be spent alone." Lexey sang the way she always did, off-key. She had always loved this song. So playful and so philosophical at the same time. Over the last half century, no song had done to her what that one hit by the Go-Gos did. The open road was where she felt most at home. Lexey had crisscrossed every road in the United States at one time or another. The dreams that caused the sudden...
I want him so badly, I want him at all times. If I could fuck him a thousand times a day, it wouldn’t be enough. I can’t get enough of him. I can’t get enough of running my fingers through his chest hair and kissing his neck. I can’t get enough of the feeling of him teasing me by gently brushing his fingers along my back, or kissing and licking my nipples, or softly rubbing against my pussy- always ready and begging for him. Our relationship hasn’t been long. We haven’t spent every waking...
Erotic FictionAngel S:1 E:13 "Hope Lost" By G.M. Shephard Copyright © 2012 Edited by: jeffusually kittylover ---United States Embassy, Moscow---April 3, 1987 Megan sat beside the bedside watching Eugene sleep. She held on to his hand, careful not to disturb any of the pick lines in his arm. His hand slowly squeezed hers and his eyes fluttered and opened. He brought his hand up and yawned, then turned to look at Megan. "Hey there, how long have you been here?" he said as...
Makalya and I had been flirting more than usual. It started back in January. We had been in the same class since August, but never started talking to each other until Winter quarter. Even then, it was just flirting with our words, we sat a couple rows apart. But when the third and final section of the class came in the Spring, we decided to sit beside each other. Instead of desks, like most classrooms, all of our had tables that sat two, and the first day of class I was caught off guard by...
AN: I do not own Dragon Ball Z and I am not profiting from this work. This story is set several years after Buu so Gohan and Videl would be between 18 and 20 years old. * Panting hot lustful breaths as her slender fingers buried themselves in his soft locks of spiky jet black hair, she tried to fight back her moans as her lover’s sly tongue parted her folds. Its silky smoothness teasing her senses into delirium as it swivelled about deep inside of her core’s depths. Desperate for more, she...
Introduction: First Story in a Long Series Adapted from Cyber Chat This story is fictional. It started out as a cyber chat play that just grew, producing long stories and a long series, six in total so far. Most writing is mine but the thoughts, the direction and even what is happening sexually comes with approval. We told of our fantasy, me wanting a babysitting cheerleader, her wanting to have forceful sex and be paid. What came is this series about Amy. I know the themes in here are not...
Hello guys, I am Gaurav Pant , 24 years old from Delhi having 172 cm ( 5 ft 8 inch) height with 57 kg weight with slim shaved figure. I am the regular visitor of ISS and have been reading gay stories regularly here.I am really excited to share my first gay experience which turned me into Gay since 6 month. I had been interested first ever towards gay life when I had watched my roommates having sex during my hostel life before 1 year.It was a super exciting experience of watching my roommates...
Gay MaleLost By Archibald Young Paul was lost, cold and wet. His phone was smashed after he had dropped it. The rain sheeted down in a grey wall, and he could barely see where he was going. How he wished he'd stayed in the car, and not asked to walk the last few miles across country to the holiday house where his step-mother and step-sisters were probably having tea, warm and snug! He came to a road, and began to walk along it, looking for a phone box. It was a deserted spot, the...
The elevator dings and brings me up to my level of the workplace. I hurry along to my desk, eager to see if he shows today. Every day is always a guess. It is part of the torturous fun.As I sit in my computer chair at my desk, I look around excitedly. Sadly, I have yet to see his head above any of the cubicles. I sigh with anxiety. I want him to come to see me. I smooth out my ass-hugging pencil skirt and pull down my blouse to try to reveal my girls more.Now that I am at my small space in the...
Office SexThirty-three years ago, or thereabouts, I lost a friend. It didn’t occur to me at the time that it would happen, but it has, and it is now one of my greatest regrets. I really hadn’t wanted to admit it for all these years, but I ruined a wonderful relationship with a person who would have made a marvelous life-long friend. How did I do that? It was quite simple. It all actually started out quite innocently. We were brought together within a group of people who went together to provide a week...