You let yourself in and follow the sounds emanating from the bedroom. M is on all fours on the bed. Her tits are bruised and her nipples red and puffy. She's naked, save a blindfold, and there are mascara'd tears seeping from underneath the satin mask. Angry welts snake over her body. I'm standing over her, fucking her cunt viciously with my strap-on, wearing just that and sheer, black knickers. I've played with her for two hours, and I have her tears and her submission. The bitch has been whipped, slapped, used and abused. She wants to please. Badly. You position yourself behind me, wrapping your hands.......
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Once we started going to lap-dancing clubs, we couldn't stop. It was my boyfriend that initially persuaded me to go, but after the first time, we were as bad as each other. We constantly encouraged each other, thought up excuses and justifications to go again and again, even though we couldn't afford it, even though we had to get up for work. We were living in New Zealand, which had a surprisingly liberal attitude to sex, after all the jokes people make about it being like 1950s England. Prostitution had recently been legalised.......
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It's late in the evening, the front door bangs as you kick it closed with your foot. I hear the familiar thump thump, as your shoes hit the floor and the clatter of keys and pennies on the side as you unload your pockets. I can sense as you walk into the room that you are tired. I get up from the sofa to kiss you and give you a hug, before heading for the kitchen to put the kettle on. When I return you are flicking through the channels on the TV. I put your coffee next to you and sit down, leaning on your chest and stroking.......
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It's late in the evening, the front door bangs as you kick it closed with your foot. I hear the familiar thump thump, as your shoes hit the floor and the clatter of keys and pennies on the side as you unload your pockets. I can sense as you walk into the room that you are tired. I get up from the sofa to kiss you and give you a hug, before heading for the kitchen to put the kettle on.
When I return you are flicking through the channels on the TV. I put your coffee next to you and sit down, leaning on your chest and stroking your leg to relax you. I can feel the tension disappearing and your breathing.......
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He's not entirely convinced he's doing the right thing as he lets her cuff his wrists to the metal struts of her bedhead. He's nervous, although he's not quite sure why. He trusts her. He knows she won't hurt him, or allow him to come to any harm, but he has no idea what she does have in store, other than her telling him it's a "special treat". Splayed naked on the bed, he can feel the fur beneath him, and he wriggles to enjoy the sensation on his skin. He's hard already, and she drops kisses on his outstretched body, but says nothing.......
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I didn't know her name and I still don't. We met in a bar in Brighton. It was one of those hot sultry nights in July. The type of hot sticky night when it just doesn't cool down. I always feel super horny on those nights. I was drinking Chablis in a flashy wine bar and the first thing I noticed was her perfume as she brushed by me. I swear she then brushed her hand against my crotch, but the bar was crowded and I couldn't be sure. It must have been an accident I thought.
She stood there facing me looking intently into my eyes.......
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Few girls air their most personal fantasies. Shannon though, had just the one teensy weensy daydream. To be tied-up and spanked soundly! Just eighteen now, she most certainly had the body for it. Barely five-two from the soles of her remarkably pretty little feet to the part in her mop of curly light-brown hair, she weighed-in at no more than a hundred and twelve pounds. Anyone in the market for an ultimately cute teenager with probably the most appealing lips, breasts and silhouette this side of.......
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"Thursday, 7pm at the hotel" was all his text had said. She walked into the hotel lobby shaking the rain from her umbrella. It hadn't stopped raining all day. Moisture drenched the air with a close humidity that made her thin cotton T-shirt cling uncomfortably. She checked in at reception and gratefully took the room cardkey with thoughts of a refreshing shower at the forefront of her mind. As she walked towards the lift her mobile beeped with a new text message. "Black spiky heels, seamed stockings as instructed.......
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