Domination

Sit up straight. Straighter. Press your chest out. I want to see your breasts straining against your shirt. Slowly, slowly, spread your thighs. Start by not moving your feet. When your thighs are as wide as you can get them…

Take your panties off, ASAP. Can you take a coffee break? Go to the coffee shop on your corner. Bring your panties with you. Text me when you’re seated. Can you put them on the table? No? Put them on…

I walked in, and looked around. She wasn’t at the bar. Of course not. She’d be in the back, where, once we were together, I could slide my fingers into her pussy unnoticed. I walked past the bar, and sure…

“I’m considering working from home….” “If you work from home, can I come fuck you?” “Um, yes?” “I’ll be there in half an hour.” “Okay.” So began our latest tryst. As I approached, she warned me that she had to…

Now. This most decidedly didn’t happen. This was sort of a “study” for the night that is described beginning here. But it gives you a little insight into how I planned the evening – I wrote this the day of…

This story is long, and there are several parts that already have been posted: My first, second and third parts, and V’s first and second parts. This is the penultimate post. I will have one more – a sort of…

(My parts 1 and 2; V’s parts 1 and 2) So there she lay, legs spread wide, in her striped dress, her panties still on, thigh-highs still on, blindfolded, her hands tied behind her back. I tugged her panties off…

Her part 1 is here. My version of part 2 is here. This here is her part 2. They’re pretty similar, right? But it’s always fun to see the differences. He opened the passenger door, pushed his mouth against me…

You read my part 1 here. Here’s V’s: I received a text informing me he was late just as I was approaching the bar, and he directed me to look at his blog. Same bar as last time, it was…

As I licked the last bits of her pussy juice off my fingers, I started the car. We drove, in the rain. She touched herself, her fingers in the lacy white panties I had selected, as I drove. “It’s not…