| Lesbian: Exotic Erotic: Kiss Of The Whip (1/4) |
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I heard her coming up the stairs and my pulse quickened with excitement. I had given her the key to my secret space, so secret that not even my partner knew about it. I could not share this space much less share my inner most intimate need. I was ashamed to express to my partner of almost ten years how strong my need to be submissive really is. I met Her in a bookstore I wandered into looking for something new to read by either Stephen King or Peter Straub, anything that would get my heart to thump wildly before bed. I settled for my old no fail stand by, S.K's new novel Cell. When here comes the most interesting woman I have ever seen. It was in her eyes, that piercing look of age and wisdom that was unmistakable and impossible to ignore. She was at least six feet tall and dressed all in black leather right down to the large hoops in her ears. Her hair was salt and pepper and was cut buzz style. She looked at me and gave me a wide smile and immediately I was smitten. I noticed that she was carrying thick books covered in heavy brown leather bindings, and mentioned some nonsense about bedtime reading when she replied that the books were for a student of hers, at which I inquired if she were a teacher. And she responded under her breath, "Of sorts." Now I was intrigued and she knew it. We each laughing and talking paid for our purchases, as we exited together she invited me to join her for coffee and I accepted. We spoke for a long time over several cappuccinos, and I got very wired and talkative. So before I knew it she knew everything about my life from what I had to what was missing. It was then that I told her about my secret space that no one knew about except for her. I went on to also tell her of my fantasies and the toys that I had collected but had nobody to play with. I was then I realized I had gone too far; feeling very embarrassed I got up and tried to leave when she stopped me and said that I had nothing to be ashamed of and as a matter of fact she was a dominatrix on vacation. I sat back down heavily, my face burning, my head bowed, when she suggested that we meet again before she went back home to LA. She asked if she could see my space, jokingly suggesting she inspect it, and I agreed quickly just to get away from her and hide in embarrassment at home under my pillows. We exchanged phone numbers and made arrangements to meet on the evening before she left the next afternoon for her home in California. She called me four days later on my cell phone. After reading the first three chapters in Stephen King's book I had considered flushing the cell phone down the toilet, I was almost afraid to answer it when I chided myself for being silly and found myself accepting a lunch date with her not far apparently from my secret space. She could not have known unless she spotted and followed me without me seeing. I tried to hide my surprise at the proximity between the restaurant and my hideout when I noticed the knowing smile on her flawless face. I tried to avoid looking in her eyes and dug into the large salad I |
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