Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense. Welcome to Part 4. ***** 2010 I picked the restaurant, which was really more of a bar, on purpose; the lighting was low, people walked to and fro frequently, and most importantly one...
"The woman in black over there just sent you this drink" the waitress said as she dropped a gin and tonic at my table. I looked up at where she was pointing and caught my breath. 'The woman in black' was at the end of the bar, as I looked up, she smiled just slightly. I raised the glass to her and smiled back. She stood up and started walking toward me,...
I never realized how boring marriage would be. Everyone told me that it was the end goal, the holy grail for any woman. I had bought into the hype, trying my best to make sure that I was married before my two sisters. As I walked down the aisle, I felt like I had won somehow. My sisters were so jealous of me and honestly, most women were. My husband, Arturo...
You wake up to the sun shining brightly in your bedroom. You wipe your eyes and look around waiting for the fog to lift from your brain. The walls of your room are a pale grey. You see a white dresser with sparkling faux crystal drawer knobs, and a matching armoire against the wall. You roll over to your nightstand to glance at the alarm clock, it's a full h...
First of two, hope you like it. Based on real experiences. Part 1: Morning excitement Early on a Saturday morning, he came out of a gentle sleep. He was giddy. As he had been every time. This time was special however, this time he had done the most preparations ever for this event. His legs and pubic area rigorously shaven the night before. His clothes fe...
This story picks up a few days after the first story and just a little reminder, there is no one in the following story under the age of 18. ----- Each night for the next week, she did not have another opportunity to get naked outside. Each night there seemed to be more errands than the night before or her husband was at home. As the weekend approached, s...
Wellington grabbed the keys to his Porsche and made his way to the elevator. He needed some pussy, or in his case, he needed some ass. Anal was his favorite and he knew if he played his cards right that he could find some young, stupid college student who would take his cock in her ass like a champion. He simply needed to find her. He made his way down the...
She spent Thursday night out. Friday was what had become our new normal. A deluxe meal for her (poached salmon) a slave appropriate meal for me (a grilled cheese sandwich and a potato) then some TV time followed by a beating that made certain I remembered my status before being allowed to be her waiter, maid, tongue, spittoon and footstool for the rest of th...
'Look,' said Sam's Mum, 'he's 22, he lives at home and he's... well, dependent.' I looked at her. We were sitting in Starbucks in Kings Cross. I usually meet strangers in public places, it's safer and, although I'm always on the hunt for probing fingers and cocks, for that gorgeous spreading of my wet pussy that comes when they realise how ready I am, I don...
Mistress Diana waited patiently for her servants to bring Mark up to her private chamber. She sat on a bench taking her heels off and unsnapped each of the tiny hooks that kept her stockings in place. Last. She began unsnapping the hooks on the back of her tight corset until it broke free allowing her huge tits to drop freely from the black material. She ca...