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Sensuality

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

Before the fateful Black Tuesday, when his life fell apart, he
had be able to perform a delightful massage on Sandy’s feet and
hands. The sensuality was so high for him that he about lost it
several times. And once, while having lunch in his car in the
rain he had massaged her back and gotten up the nerve to kiss the
nape of her neck. But no kisses in this strange relationship.
Sandy had allowed platonic hugs a three times, but her guilt made
them both uncomfortable. If he had not been made of sterner
stuff… well, that brings us to today.

Their relationship essentially ended on Black Tuesday, a day to
be forgotten, but to them will forever live. True after a few
weeks they had gotten up the nerve to have a platonic lunch and
once enjoyed a brief outing to the Wonder Bread Outlet store.
You say, “What?!” But the significance was not the location, but
the fact that they were alone together. That was like the first
unaided step to a paraplegic. This time they decided they could
handle a real lunch together.

Picnic Love Adventure

Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007

It had been many months since the enforce split up of Sandy and
Jim. True they had seen each other for a few moments here and
there and even shared lunch, such as it was, alone together at a
nearby picnic table. But there was always something lurking in
the background. Sandy was constantly concerned about being seen
by the wrong people and Jim was afraid that Sandy would
eventually have her fill of him. Their “affair” (a poor
descriptive word with unfortunate connotations as the
relationship they had could only be portrayed in words of beauty)
was an unequal thing. Sandy enjoyed the affections and
attentions of Jim, but her real and true love was still her
husband and Jim was totally and heartily in love with Sandy (a
fact she could never conceive of as he still professed to love
his wife, but she could never truly fathom him anyway, such a
strange person). What made their relationship so special was the
inner and outer beauty of Sandy.

She was delightfully proportioned, not thin and not

Sun Is Hot

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

I expect nothing. The sun is hot, the light ugly. I walk, when
I can, in the shade of shopfronts. My face is tight. I hope for
nothing. I see women whose money has made them old. Bright scarves
shame their skin, creamy powder clogs their eyes’ fine wrinkles, heavy
earrings, chokers, bend down their necks. Sweat drips from my fingers, and
am I like them? I see men whose eyes make me old. Taut, vicious boys in
suits glance at me once, but not again. Slow, dreamy blacks with
deep-creased hands hold my gaze, and their faces don’t change at all.
When shoulders brush my shoulders I feel bruised. The lunch hour crowd
returning from work in its good, painful shoes nearly crushes me, could
have trampled me on the pavement. Assholes with ponytails and twittering
shopgirls clatter up behind me and past, busy, sexless and quick. I
stop walking. I didn’t see him. Sure, who would want to? Filthy bum.
Smiling. Things in his mustache. Why look at a thing like that?
Why look at a thing like me? (more…)

Stroking Off While Watching

Monday, August 13th, 2007

I was sitting in the corner naked and she was now naked laying on
the bed with her legs spread giving a perfect view of her natural
blond cunt and you could see the juices flowing.
She took the dildo and rubbed it all over her cunt and then proceeded
to put just the tip inside her. She told me she was thinking about
having my cock inside her. As I watched her play with the toy
it made my cock harder and I started rubbing it thinking about being
inside that hot pussy.
The girl then put at least half of the toy inside of her.
She said,”I am going to cum”. I told her to wait for me.
Moments passed…….

Sex Shop Dildo Demo

Sunday, August 12th, 2007

…..she took the biggest thickest dildo off the wall she could find
it must have been 13 inches it reminded of a movie I had seen
earlier with John Holmes. She took me by the hand and told me
to follow her. She lead me to the front door where she turned
the sign around and locked the door, then we proceeded to the rear of
the store.
We went into a room with a dim light and a bed in the center and a
chair in the corner. She ordered me to sit it the corner.
The girl went to the center of the room and layed on the bed.
This girl was 5′6″,35-23-35,she weighed about 118 lbs and she was
a total fox.She was wearing a white shear blouse with no bra so I had
a perfect picture of her nice tits and she had the biggest nipples.
She also wore a blue skirt with a nice opening on the side that
showed her perfect thighs.
I was totally hot by now looking at this beautiful creature laying
on the bed with the giant tool in hand.
She told me to remove my clothes and she would do the same she
wanted to watch me jack-off as she played with her hot box.
Moments passed……………………..

After English

Saturday, July 21st, 2007

She stumbled out of bed to answer the shrilling phone, still half
asleep. She barked her shins on a pile of notebooks on the floor. Across the
room, her roommate groaned and rolled over in her sleep. She hurried a bit
more to get the phone before waking her roommate up.
“Hello?” she asked sleepily.
“Morning,” came the reply. She recognized the voice of her master
immediately.
“Hello, sir,” she said, and her voice had a much more submissive tone.
“Why did you call me?” She wished she was at his apartment. So much better,
to lie with him and awake with her small hands bound in a bondage belt, with
the warmth of his body nearby and having the excuse of fetters to allow her to
lie in bed.

“I want you to come to the dining hall and have breakfast with me.
Also, I want you to wear a skirt today. Above the knee, I think. And your
stockings and garter belt.”

“Why?”
“You’ll find out after English. You can wear flats if you want, but
bring your heels along in a bag. Oh, and if you wear underwear, it has to be
something that comes off easily. Wear your silk ones with the bows.”
“OK, sir,” she said, wondering inside what he meant. She would be glad
in an hour for having eaten, but right now she wanted more than anything to
crawl back into bed and sleep. She had half an hour before class. But she
obeyed, wondering why all the while.
He was no more tractable at breakfast. He allowed her to get three
bowls of Captain Crunch, something he usually forbade on the grounds that it
was junk, but anytime she asked why he wanted her dressed that way he only
answered, “You’ll find out after English.”
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Friday, July 7th, 2006

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