Charmion groaned and pounded her fist on the steering wheel. She was tired. She hadn’t slept in days; her sexual tension was killing her. She wanted to have sex so bad, she was so curious. At 22 she was old to be a virgin, but she wanted her first time to be with someone that she cared for.
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Miriam had been having trouble sleeping lately, it had been such a long time since she had shared her bed, and she felt as if she’d never share it again. Her work kept her busy, which was probably why she often used the image of her boss when she masturbated. Her lack of sleep was catching up; she tried many things from meditation to Yoga.
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I dreamt. The alarm woke me Jessica was still beside me. We were lay like spoons, she had my right hand clutched to her breast. I kneaded the flesh a little. “Good Morning Jessica.”
“Good morning Master that feels nice,” her hand squeezed mine. “What time is it?”
“I set the alarm for ten, but that clock is a bit fast, so it’s about ten minutes to ten.
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When we look back on our lives, we often focus on particular events to the exclusion of others. It is a way of protecting ourselves from the immensity of the whole of our experience. Certain times in our life begin to take on a theme, and certain moments stand out as turning points.
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I put my robe on and used a down stairs toilet then went to the kitchen found two frozen meals and put them in the microwave to reheat, the machine displayed its instructions, 10 minutes then turn. I was then stopped in my tracks. Jessica was watching me from the kitchen door. She was blatantly naked. One hip cocked, a hand touching a breast circling around a hard nipple. The tip of her tongue just showing.
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I was drifting between asleep and awake, something was different. There was a strange sensation. The hairs on my chest were being touched. There was a strange hand on my cock. I had an arm round smooth shoulders. I finally came awake with the memory of… Jessica, there was a girl, a young woman in my bed and her name was Jessica.
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I had seen a photograph of some bondage implements and the prices people were paying for them. I needed some extra money and so with a small outlay and a little effort, I made a set of cuffs and spreaders for ankles and wrists. I ventured two advertisements in the local contact magazine. `Bondage equipment for sale reasonable prices.’ and `Master into teasing not beating has room for one or two submissive slaves.’ The venture was a small success.
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I had seen a photograph of some bondage implements and the prices people were paying for them. I needed some extra money and so with a small outlay and a little effort, I made a set of cuffs and spreaders for ankles and wrists. I ventured two advertisements in the local contact magazine. `Bondage equipment for sale reasonable prices.’ and `Master into teasing not beating has room for one or two submissive slaves.’
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I sat in the papa-san chair staring out the window. Rachel packing that morning stunned everyone in the house. There was a rush into my room, but no one asked any questions after I told them to give Rachel whatever help she needed. The Siblings’ return from helping Rachel move her stuff to the sorority house was the only break in the silence for two hours.
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A couple of weeks later, Doris Alex and I were having lunch when Alyssa sat down at our table.
“So is there trouble in paradise?” she asked with a mischievous smile, stealing one of my fries.
“Excuse me?” I asked curiously.
“You and the girls,” she said as her smile turned wicked. “Is there trouble in David’s love nest?”
“Alyssa,” Doris Alex whispered dangerously.
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The University required students to have a faculty advisor after choosing a major. Having enjoyed his class, I asked Professor Jeremy Ryan to be my mentor. He was one of the few creative writing professors that did not act like being a writer licensed one for freak-hood. He also did not treat a student’s work as if it were beneath him.
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I never had been all that good at anything except searching out distractions to the dull pain of my relentlessly and unpleasantly bland life. Which was nothing since distractions were plentiful and were essentially within arms reach. All it took was a flick of the switch and sound and image of the TV flamed on. Not much of a flame, though. Not like staring into the camp fire, the flames an intricate constant flow of interesting shapes and smells and light and dark spears into the night.
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Sitting on MacKenzie’s comfortable couch, legs curled up underneath her, Katherine listened as her dear friend ranted on.
“Oh, come on Kath, you can’t REALLY expect me to buy this, can you?”
The attractive redhead sighed. She loved MacKenzie like a sister, they had been friends since Grade One, but sometimes, sometimes, MacKenzie’s practicality really bugged her.
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The music in my studio headphones faded away and I relaxed a bit, finally satisfied. That take had been just what I’d been aiming for. After fourteen shots at that passage, I’d wondered if I was ever going to be able to sing it exactly the way I had envisioned it in my mind. Some of the takes had been very, very close, but I was a bit of a perfectionist.
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The cheering crowd still haunts my dreams. All her life she held her head so high; after all, she was of royal birth. Now it had bowed, to the blood-crazed mass of onlookers who once cheered her arrival. The guillotine had taken my queen, but not my devotion. The Place de la Revolution was stained blue from the blood of the nobles.
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