Thank you to the many people that provided feedback and some editing. You know who you all are.
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I had arrived in London, bleary eyed after my nonstop flight. Fortunately, I had traveled light for my conference and customs was a breeze. As I waited in the taxi line, my phone buzzed.
"What will your room number be?"
My face got flushed and I let out a deep sigh. I had hoped the other people in line hadn't noticed.
I wake up in darkness.
Keeping track of time has become difficult since he locked me in the closet. I can follow the light from the crack at the bottom of door but I can't tell if it's artificial or sunlight. Can't tell if it's day or night. Can't tell if I've been in here days or hours or maybe it's only been minutes.
"I have something to show you upstairs.
The lock down is really starting to get to Master and I, sitting in day after day looking at the same four walls. Master sets himself up at this desk and plonks himself down with a heavy sigh. I make Master a cup of hot coffee and set it beside his laptop, I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. I turn away to head back out of his office, only to have Master grab my wrist stopping me dead in my tracks as that knowing look spreads across his face.
1323 words about creating and beta testing our basement playroom. Lillian, Jamie and Lisa were 18, Kristin and Eva were 18, and Paul and George were 20.
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Jamie helped me get the basement ready. We swept it out and mopped the floor, then we moved a lot of stuff around to clear the center of the space. There was a drain right in the middle of the sloped concrete floor with a shower head over it.
Gilli walked tentatively along the hotel corridor looking for room 102 dressed as instructed in tightly laced black bodice, black choker, seamed stockings, heels and a long coat to cover her embarrassment. Her nipples rubbed against the roughness of her coat aroused by excitement or fear, she was unsure of which, perhaps a little of both.
It had started as a simple instruction, "Meet me Saturday night 8pm, Hotel Ibis Canterbury.
I look down at the woman at my feet, stroking her hair, admiring the yearning in her eyes as she looks up at me. She kisses my leg, rubbing her hands up my body as I stroke her face and down her neck. She is in a lovely red piece of lingerie that I picked out for her, accentuating her beautiful breasts, leaving open every point of access for play. She is a fucking goddess and has put her pleasure in my hands.
This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.
Jimmy was a little nervous as he checked into his hotel. This was the first time he had ever been allowed to go to an overnight conference for work, most of the time they don't let engineers out of their offices, much less to go to a conference. Sure, he had traveled for work before, but before it had always been classes with other engineers and people like him, he had never been allowed to go to the dealer conference.
He knelt by her feet awaiting her next move, her next sound, her next breath. He waited with baited breath, holding himself as still as possible, trying to contain the tremble in his body, that thread of anticipation which ran through him like and electrical wire, making his body shake and his cock quiver.
He was very aware of the fact that she was watching him, although his eyes never once left the floor in front of him, where he could see the tips of her black stilettos.
I wake up to your scent. I can feel your warmth in bed next to me. I look at my phone to see if I'm allowed to wake you yet. It's 7:45, well past your do not disturb time, so I set my phone down and snuggle my ass back against you. No response yet. I start to rub myself gently back and forth against you. I'm rewarded by a quiet growl.
In this story, the participants are very good at reading each other. In real life, if someone wants to use a condom, use a condom, and don't sexually proposition your work subordinates.
With that unsexy disclaimer out of the way, I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it.
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Anne hesitated with her hand about to knock on Mr. Schreiber's office door. It was nearing 9 p.
Michael had had a bit of luck when he started looking for a new house. He heard through friends that Mr. Robertson had landed a good job overseas and was looking to sell house and furniture as a package deal. He was able to step in and get the house at a good price, not dirt cheap but possibly slightly under market, as Mr. Robertson was willing to cut the price a little for a fast settlement, as they were leaving very shortly.
I own your ass...came Her words, echoing off the interior walls of my head. They seemed to bounce through my head, whirring around; the images of Her standing over me as I submitted myself to Her. I knew that I had never loved anyone like I did now. She almost commanded it. The very thought of Her made me want to do nothing but please Her.
You are Mine and I will use you as I see fit!
She was bent over the bed and I pinned her wrists behind her back in one hand, running the other over the thin fabric of her panties. I could feel how wet she was beneath them and the little gasp that escaped her throat when my hand made contact made me smile.
The sun poured through the big windows, casting her in a golden glow. She glanced over her shoulder at me, flashing her blue-green eyes through the strands of hair that partially covered her face as it spilled over her high cheekbones and pale skin.