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She meets me at the hotel bar.  I ask her to wear a short cotton skirt and thigh-highs, heels, and a tight top.  As always, she complies with my request. We kiss gently hello on the cheeks.  I pull her…

“Do twelve reps!” she barked to me. My triceps were burning.  I didn’t think I could squeeze out five more reps, let alone twelve. She leaned down in front of me, her cleavage in my face.  “I know you can,”…

“Do twelve reps!” she barked to me. My triceps were burning.  I didn’t think I could squeeze out five more reps, let alone twelve. She leaned down in front of me, her cleavage in my face.  “I know you can,”…

She’s tall – 5’10” – taller than most women I find sexy.  Taller than most women.  But her pictures are delicious:  she has black, straight hair, framing an olive face, with deep brown eyes.  In her first picture, she is…

I sit in the bar, waiting.  It’s dark.  The piano player is in his cups.  My phone vibrates with your text:  “I’m at the airport. Be there shortly.” I told you what to wear (a tiny black dress, heels, thigh-highs,…

“Now what?” “I want you to take control. Use ME,” I said. “I’m tired. All this bossing you around has tired me out.” “You’re sure?” she asks tentatively. “Yes.” “Then let’s switch places,” she nearly whispers as she unbuckles the…

We met for a drink, outside of the building where the sexparty was to be held. She was wearing the skirt and tight top I had requested.She looked exquisite, and I couldn’t wait to feel my hands slide up under…