We had a nice cosy dinner one Friday night after work, at Sophie's place. We is Sophie, Camilla and Dennis, who both work at the marketing dept. of our office, and Sam and her hubby. Sam works with Sophie and me. We all get along pretty well, sometimes having dinner together or a have a drink in a pub down town. This Friday we found ourselves at Sophie's place for a pleasant time with wine and good food.
A 1688 word short story about a game we played introducing one another to the wondrous joy of abject sexual submission. Lisa and Jamie were 19, Eva 20, George and Paul 21.
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We were born in turbulent times, and we grew up during the war that wasn't an "official" war in Vietnam, it dominated our childhood and the resulting economic downturn dominated our adolescence. We had just graduated from high school and rented a place together down the road near the Junior College in Llano.
Inspired by missub_69.
"Don't be coy with me," I snap. This makes you flush I notice, so I keep going, "just because you are submissive doesn't give you the right to be passive aggressive." Now you duck your pretty face because it's burning. "Tell me what you need or I leave you in here some more."
"I need you to use me."
"Louder, what was that?" I wrap the metal knob of my flogger on the cage.
The bar that night was fairly empty. The music played softly in the background, drowning out the individual conversations.
The patrons were spread out, some tucked into dark booths while others lounged in pairs on the soft chairs in the center of the room.
I was sitting alone at the bar top, nursing a whiskey and water. Life had been weighing me down and I had hoped to escape with a drink and maybe take someone home.
Bound and gagged on her knees, she belonged to him and he would use her any way he saw fit.
A handful of her short, jet-black hair gripped in his hand, as he took her from behind, her pleasured moans stifled by the stocking tied around her mouth.
She bit down on the silk gag as his impressive cock smashed her aching pussy, her hands struggling against the silk restraint binding them behind her back.
His heaving cock glistened with my juices as I opened wide and took it all in my mouth.
I was on my knees in his penthouse apartment, a man I had only met the day before, but who now owned me.
He slid his fingers through my short, jet-black hair, grabbing a good fistful. I could taste myself on him as he slid his thick member down my throat, an act which would have caused a lesser slut to choke, but I had no gag reflex.
Cal had by now figured out all of the potential pitfalls and deftly avoided them. He took care of all of his early morning work and cooked up a wonderful bacon and eggs with some pancakes and maple syrup.
"Jeez, I could really get used to this new routine. It really is wonderful to have someone else cook for you and attend to you."
Cal was pleased with his mother's compliments and served her some coffee as well.
In prior years, Tsatsi hadn't thought about him much. Banmai had been a boy, and that had been cause enough to ignore him.
Nonetheless, there were a few things she remembered. She remembered that little boy who'd been sent out for a bucket of water who had somehow managed to fall and twist his ankle. Banmai had been the first to show up, and he'd carried the boy into the house of Grandma Two-Sticks, where she could tend to the injury.
It was a casual comment that led to one of the best nights of my life.
Andi and I had developed a casual friendship, five minutes here and there, catching up as we went about our work. Andi is a quite a lot younger than me, and engaged. I was single. Even if I wanted something to happen I knew there was no future possible.
On one occasion I learned she liked to run to relieve tension, another time it was that her engagement was in a sort of limbo, her intended living on the other side of the world.
*ping!*
Dominic looked up from his work and clicked on the notification. Meeting with Evelyn @ 5 PM. An end of the day meeting, with no other details. He swallowed. He'd only been with Phantasmic Press for a month, and was already getting called in for a meeting with his boss? This was either very good...or very bad.
"Hey! Joining us for lunch?" He jumped when Alyx clapped him on the back, leaning in over his shoulder.
It's only 6 p.m. and the Hart building is quiet as church. The summer recess doesn't start for another day but it seems like the whole place decided to take an early weekend. Senator Aldridge is the last name on my list. I want to go home too.
I knock three times on the door to his suite. It's open but there's no one to be found. I tentatively peek my head inside.
A story for my peach
Wind wound its way through the woods, shaking the trees and sending their delicate leaves cascading to the forest floor. The crisp spirit of fall was taking hold, cooling the forest and yet warming its colors into a swirl of chocolate, honey, and pumpkin hues. The people of the wood were settling in for the season, harvesting what they had grown and storing it away to see them through lonely, haunted nights or merry visits from friends.
I stood in the shower, allowing the hot water to caress my body in an attempt to wake myself up. The thought of another long day at work wasn't helping the situation, but at least it was Friday. "Get through today and enjoy the weekend," I thought.
I stepped out of the shower and immediately realized I had forgotten to bring a towel into the bathroom from the bedroom in my morning fog.
Author's Note: This story includes a number of BDSM/Fetish themes but no conventional sex. If you are seeking the latter, please look elsewhere. The story is set in England. Thus, the words used are British English, not those of any other part of the English speaking world. I hope this does not cause confusion.
I am an 18 year-old orphan boy. I have never met my step-mum, but I am sure I will soon.