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“Are we really going to do it?” asked Nicholas Simon, a well-paid twenty-one year old man with short black hair and brown eyes. “Yes, but if you don’t hurry and stop asking me, I just might change my mind,” replied his lady acquaintance. Both consenting adults stood at the front door of an apartment. It was a few minutes past midnight, a Saturday night. The hall they both stood in was quiet and empty of any soul. The steady humming of the florescent lighting above was overshadowed by the sound of jingling keys.“You’re a cruel girl, you know that, Val?” Nicholas continued.“Yeah, I know,” Val responded with a grin, her soft delicate pink lips parting and exposing her perfect pearl white teeth.There was a metallic click from the apartment door unlocking and both man and woman proceeded inside. They entered a dark and narrow hallway. Nicholas closed the apartment door behind him just as Val managed to turn on the lights. There was a click and the apartment lights turned on. They showered everything in a bright fluorescent light. Nicholas was still near the apartment entrance, hypnotized by the view he had of the woman he was with. Her hips swayed seductively from side to side and there was the rhythmic pattern from her heels hitting the floor. He watched her walk past the living room and walk down into another hall.“Hey Nick, wanna get right to it or what?” she asked, standing near the entrance of another door on her ...

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Rope at the top of the Stairsby John YoungThe cups of my basque had been pushed down when he bent me over the table and my nipples were pinched between the stiff lacy fabric and the cool, grainy oak. My arms were tied behind my back, wrist to elbow, wrist to elbow, and from there the two tails of the rope led over my shoulders and the far side of the table and then under it and around the outside of the legs. He took one end of the rope and wrapped it twice around my leg just above the knee and tied it off, and then did the same with the other end, spreading my legs slightly and lifting my feet off the floor, the right one more than the left one. The slight motion rubbed and pinched my nipples between the wood and the stiff fabric, and a slight moan slipped out through my lips as my pussy spasmed. The feeling was spoiled slightly though, by a twinge from the splinter in my ass. My neck was burning and I let my head down onto the tabletop as he finished the last knot. This pinched my nipples again, causing me to shudder, and I resolved to keep still, as there was no point in getting myself too fired up, obviously. There was a shelf of books in front of me, and I ran my eyes over the titles, old books, mostly, or histories: The Rubaiyat, The Empire of ...

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It had been some time since my fantasy began. I was driving home from work after my Friday had ended when I began dreaming of what recently became reality.

You see, my Elle and I have quite a sexually active relationship. It is monogamous yet satisfying and safe. Elle maintains a very nice body after the kids and all. She is voluptuous to say the least and has an ass to die for. Her legs are long and athletically strong. Add a set of high heels and a pair of stockings – WOW!

With the kids running around, we have had to become quite creative when it comes to how, when and where we have our encounters. For the most part, our time together takes place in our bedroom long after the kids have been put to bed. Our home encounters usually begin with Elle taking a leisurely bath, drinking some wine, while I service her legs, pussy and rear end with the gentle touch of a razor creating a palatable, soft and smooth delight. At times, I shave Elle completely bald and other times, a neatly groomed patch of fur does well. Of course the mood changes from relaxation to something a bit more erotic when the enema begins to warm the inside walls of her anus. I can’t help but slide a few fingers in her now well-lubricated pussy. Her moans begin to grow and my desire to ...

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They all tell us and we say we believe them, but we don’t. They call us zombies for the first week or so, until it happens. When you get here and you get your first glimpse, that’s it, you’re frozen, hence ‘zombie’. And you do believe you could look at it forever, but you have work to do and within the week you begin to notice it less and less. Then sometimes, and it happened with me, you begin to wish you couldn’t see it. It is the most awesome vista to behold but just reminds you how far away you are.It’s a good job that they keep you busy here all the time. Well, normally, all the time.Life on the International Space Station is a strange affair. It’s never crowded but always seems cramped. I thank my lucky stars that I am only here for the one stint. I am only an astronaut by name, really just a passenger. Seven years of preparation for the launch into the depths of space for my probe, H.A.R.P, the High Attitude Reconnaissance Platform. We have a two-month window of opportunity for the space launch: three prime times within that to get the probe out of the solar system or else it’s the most expensive piece of junk in history.The first two opportunities missed, one because of high solar flare activity. The second was because of a technical hitch on the ground, a euphemism I’m sure for politics and P.R. There is still a ...

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We met at the new grocery store shortly after it opened.We both shopped the same three evenings after work each week, walking past each other as we filled our plastic baskets with fresh food. We progressed from casual hellos to small chats while waiting at the deli or fish counters.It was obvious to each that we were both buying for one, and by the end of the first week we confirmed to the other that we were living alone, her with her cat and me without even my dog that had finally given up the ghost that summer.
At the end of the second week I suggested that we pool our resources and make a meal together.
“When?” asked she.
I said, “I’m hungry now.”
“Your place or mine?” she asked with a wry smile.
“Whatever makes you comfortable,” I replied, and offered that mine was less than a mile away.
“Would there be sex involved?” she asked, teasing already.
“None expected,” I replied, “but will remain ever open to possibilities.”
“Yours then,” she conceded, joking that her maid had been on vacation.
We grilled wild Atlantic salmon, for which we prepared a bed of wild rice plus asparagus and salad. In the process we talked and laughed, revealing ourselves to each other with unguarded enthusiasm that was giddily refreshing. I admitted even before the spring greens were washed that I wanted very badly to kiss her.
“Why don’t you then?” she asked.

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“Jesus, I just hate that I couldn’t suss it out!” she cried. “For Christ’s sake, it’s part of my job!” She put her head in her hands and bent over on the park bench.

Mark reached across and rubbed her back. “Nina, shit happens and he’s an asshole…I told you as soon as you went out with him, musicians are bad news,” he said plainly. “What you need is someone more masculine…like a cop,” he grinned.

Nina sat up and grinned at him. “But wait Mark…aren’t you a cop?” she said teasingly with a giggle.

He moved his arm up around her shoulders and leaned in close. “Seriously Nina, you can’t say you’ve never even considered you and me?” He grinned, his green eyes twinkling.

Of course she had, so had the rest of the female population that had come in contact with him, with his loose brown curls and easy smile, not to mention the killer body, he was definitely worth a second glance or three. Nina grinned back and leaned against his shoulder. “Well, I wouldn’t want to destroy your lovely little slut franchise you and every other halfway attractive man in this world seems to have,” she said bitterly.

“What you need is a shoulder to cry on and someone to restore your faith in men,” he said, ruffling her hair.

“Pah, how about a someone faithful to fuck? They’re easier ...

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Sitting on the floor, I contemplate my body in the lotus position. My long legs crossed, my long hair hangs freely down my back, wrists resting on my knees, breathing in, I watch as my breasts heave under my sports bra. Seeking an escape from the world that yoga brings me.Breathing in and out. Always, long and slow. In, filling my lungs, and slowly out. My eyes are closed, but visions dance on their lids. Flashes of ideas not said. Images of wants and desires. Controlling them, searching for just one kind. Never once stopping my breathing. It is a constant. Filling my lugs with as much air as I can, I begin to feel light headed, and that is what I strive for. Seeing your face behind my eyelids, I grab hold of it and bring you to the front. Keeping my focus on you, my body remembers your touch. Goosebumps remind me of your kisses over my body, and my body awakens with the desire for your lips. I hear your whisper, I feel your breath on my body. Remembering all this sets my body aflame. My mind is not relaxing as it should be, my attentions drift to past days and nights spent with you in bed. Curled up around you, you holding me. Your words, a memory, shake me to my core. My heart wants you, my ...

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He returns to the bedroom, where I’m as he left me: face down on the towels. He opens a bottle of oil containing male pheromones and puts some in the burner by the bed. He watches me start to move on the bed, my senses heightened. He places his mouth at my ear and tells me to relax and trust him. The room is dark but not dark enough, as he slips our play blindfold over my eyes and then rests my head back down on the silk-covered pillow. All the time he is talking to me telling me how lucky he is to have me and how much he loves my body. I feel the massage oil as he trickles it over my shoulders and down my back, and I move and squirm, making some of the oil run off me.

His powerful voice startles me. “Now look what you have done, I want you to keep still. I am going to have to restrict your movement.” I feel him lift my arms. Taking pre-prepared silk ties, he slips them over my wrists, one at a time, and then my ankles. He secures them to the bed top and bottom. I can feel him looking at me lying there so vulnerable, as he tells me: “Relax, my darling, and enjoy.”

He runs more oil down over my back and then I feel his hands start to massage me, starting with ...

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I was anxious, nervous and excited. I was about to open my new post box to discover what mysteries would be inside. As I opened the box I found a small gift box type parcel, which looked like it could hardly contain anything at all. After opening it and brushing aside the elegantly folded lining paper and neatly bowed ribbon, I found I was almost correct. Inside was simply a tiny little skirt made of the flimsiest material, cute enough and very pretty, but it was obvious it was not intended to cover very much at all.

This had been sent to me after I had accepted a most unusual invitation, which went like this:

To: "Emma"

From: “Bernie”

Date: 13/03/2008 10:40AM

Subject: Adventure


You have been invited to enjoy the most thrilling sexual adventure of your life. This adventure will enable you to explore your darkest sexual desires. It promises to take you where you have never been.

To do this I ask of you only one thing – total and complete submission.

This will not involve physical domination or abuse; however, it will require you to accept every instruction precisely and without challenge. Every emotion you feel, you must allow to happen, do not attempt to control anything. It is important that you do not do anything you are not instructed to do.

I ...

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It was the opening night of the Vienna State Opera House and absolutely everyone who believed themselves to be of the ruling class was there. Mozart’s Don Giovanni was about to start on this chilly May night in the year of our lord 1869. Of course I wasn’t of the ruling class. I was hired in for the night to attend to all the primped up peacocks and their spoiled wives and mistresses who thought that it was below them to hang their own coats. My employers for the night had been in a rush or perhaps they may have been more thorough in checking my references.

So far it had been a profitable night rifling through the pockets of the rich and stupid, just taking a little each time so as not to be noticed. I had yet to find a ‘mule’ to carry out my ill-begotten gains. I knew full well that the management would search each and every one of us who had been brought in for opening night. What I needed was for one of the privileged who was attending to act as an unwitting courier to carry my ‘takings’ right past the watchful eyes of the commissars. Casually watching the ‘well bred’ saunter through the opulent lobby, I hoped to see an aristocrat I recognised and would know where they lived so I wouldn’t need to go to the trouble of following them after the performance. It would ...

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