Learning the Lifestyle Pt 4 - Tattoo Turn-ons

Learning the Lifestyle Pt 4 - Tattoo Turn-ons

They changed the bedding and Michael showered then got dressed. Next Michael put the dirty sheets into soak in the machine and then they were on their way. By this time, Silk was starving. Michael took the keys and so Silk just naturally let him drive. He took her by her apartment to get another shirt to wear since her other one was missing a few buttons. She changed her outfit and met him back at the car.

He took them a truck stop diner and watched her face. He was pleased to note that she seemed perfectly comfortable. Some of his dates would not eat here. Too beneath them.

“They serve the best chicken fried steak here,” he told her as he escorted her in.

The waitress greeted Michael by name and asked who the pretty porcelain doll with him was. Silk was used to this reaction since most people thought she looked like a little china doll. Michael introduced her to the waitress and explained that she was like his second mother.

They sat and ordered breakfast. Michael was surprised that she ordered the same thing to the letter as he did. It amazed him that they like some many of the same things. They had so many things in common.

“So how do you eat your steak?” He asked since they were comparing likes and dislikes.

“Rare, just season and brown it on both sides till it’s warm in the middle and give it to me. I think anymore done then that is too much and all the way done is a waste of a good steak,” she answered.

Laughing at her remark, he replied, “I totally agree. I like it really bloody. The best flavor is found that way. I won’t even eat it if it’s cooked through. Remind me to take you out for steak.”

She laughed, “It seems that I have to remind you of a lot of things. How am I ever going to keep up with you?”

With a charming smile he said, “Don’t worry, I have faith in you that you won’t fail me.”

The waitress brought their food and they dug in. She talked with Michael and included Silk in the conversation when she could, making Silk feel very welcome. She updated Michael on what had been going on around the diner and they laughed of a few antics of a young new waitress. She then left them to finish their meal as she waited on more customers.

Over coming curiosity, Silk asked Michael, “So does she know about your different lifestyle, Michael?”

Looking up and over at the waitress, he asked, “Who Starla? Actually yes, she does.”

Seeing that Silk was still curious, he told her that Starla was into it also. He explained that was how they met.

Silk looked at Starla and then back at Michael, “She’s a slave? She looks so in control, so so…”

“Dominant?” He supplied.


With a laugh he replied, “No she is not a slave. Starla is a Domme or Mistress. She has her own male slave. John is his name. She also has a few female slaves, but I don’t think they are her full time slaves.”

Confused slightly she asked, “What do you mean by Domme?”

“Dom is short for Dominant. I would be called Dom. Domme is just the feminine version of Dom,” he explained to her.

Michael waited for her to say something about the fact that Starla had female slaves. She hadn’t mentioned anything about being for or against bisexual relationships. He would have to ask her how she felt, to see where she stood on that matter.

They finished breakfast and he paid and left the tip. Before they left, Starla asked Michael if they were going to Baron’s party and Michael assured her that they would indeed be there.

Taking Silk’s hand, Starla told her, “I can’t wait to see you in action. You look like you have the makings of something special.”

“More than you know Starla,” Michael told her as they left.

Silk was beaming with pride as they left the diner. That was a wonderful compliment Michael had just paid her and she was ever so proud of it.

They got in the car. Michael drove again. He didn’t seem to be heading toward either of their houses.

So she asked, “Where are we headed?

“Shopping, we have to outfit you properly.”

As they drove she studied his tattoos. Finally she touched them and traced them. She was surprised to note that you could not feel them at all.

“What?” he asked finally.

“I have never really seen tattoos. I live in a small town. I don’t even know anyone with one,” she replied. “Does it hurt to get one?”

“Not really. It’s a good pain,” he told her.

“I wanted to get one, but Reed thought that they looked trashy on a women,” she stated,

“Well you’re not with him now.”

Thinking on this she smiled and said, “Your right. I’m not. I can get one if I like.”

She thought about this further and liked the idea even more. What to get though?

Michael knew what she was thinking and already decided to take her for her first if she wanted to get one. A butterfly or rose on the middle of her lower back would be so sexy. One around her ankle too, he could already see them.

“Michael, would you take me to get one? I think I would like one,” she stated with a firm resolve.

“How about right now, we can go now and get one. Want to?” he asked her.

Looking at her watch, she asked, “Do we have time? It’s 11:10.”

“We should have plenty of time. What do you have to do to get ready for before your show?” he asked.

Thinking she replied, “Nothing other than the normal stuff at the station, but I need to shower and change before I go to the school.”

“No problem. I’ll have you home by one. Tattoos don’t take that long unless they are really big. You don’t want a big one for you first anyway,” He told her.

“I didn’t know that. I thought it was a long process.”

Michael took her to the place where he had his last one done. He knew these guys were good and would do quality work. When they got there, they had about a twenty-minute wait. While they waited, Michael helped Silk pick out a tattoo. With his help, she had pretty much decided to get a rose poked through a heart that had a few drops of blood dripping from it. It was about three inches long and about an inch and a quarter across at its widest point.

“I love the colors. Will it actually end up this colorful?” She asked as they waited

“”Yes, if you want it that way. You can also do shading. That does not have as heavy color in it,” Michael told her. “Which do you want?”

Thinking on it she asked he” Which hurts the most?”

“Full color of course, more needle work,” he told her.

“Okay, which looks better?”

Seeing that she thought he was being vague on purpose, he told her, “Which would you like? I think both styles look good. Some tats need full color and some need shading. Just depends. That one would look best in full color, but it is up to you. It’s your body it’s going on.”

She smiled at him thinking, no it’s your body, I belong to you totally, Michael. She wondered if he would take her and brand her if she told him that she would submit to him totally forever. What a thought. She shivered slightly at this and smiled again.

Michael watched her face and wondered what she was thinking, and then he saw the shiver and smiled, thinking he knew. This was going perfectly and Michael was overjoyed.

The tattoo artist came up and asked them what they wanted and Michael took the lead and told him which one she wanted and that it was her first tattoo. The guy smiled at Silk and told her he would be ready for her in five minutes.

Michael told Silk to go use the restroom so she would not have to get up and down. Silk smiled at his thoughtfulness and did as she was told.

When she came back, the artist was ready for her and instructed her to lie on the table. Michael sat on the stool at her head and smiled.

The artist asked, “Okay where do you want this exactly?”

Taking the lead again, Michael traced a circle on her lower back indicating the spot that had talked about when they picked the design out earlier. The artist smeared something cold on her back and then stuck the outline on the stuff he had smeared. After a few minutes he removed the paper.

“Okay, how’s this?”

“Perfect,” Michael replied. Then to Silk, he asked, “Are you ready?”

With a shaky smile, she replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The guy started the tattoo and Silky jumped at the unexpected pain.

Michael laughed at her, “Oh yea! I want to tell you now, the outline hurts the worse”

“Michael, why did you wait till now to tell me that?” She asked.

Grinning, he told her, “I waited so you wouldn’t bolt. This way you’re committed. Does it hurt that bad?”

The artist started tattooing again as she replied, “Not that much, I just didn’t expect any pain. I guess I never thought about it.”

Michael watch Silk as the artist did the outline and saw that she was getting the same feelings as he did and this surprised him. He was sure that she was very turned on and knew that it was from the way the needle felt against her skin. He always got heavily turned on while being tattooed but he had never seen a female feel the same way. Then a thought occurred to Michael and made him wonder if all slaves felt this way about being tattooed, he would have to ask a few.

The artist was finished with the outline in no time and was cleaned to excess ink off so he could begin the color. Silk was almost panting at this point and Michael wondered if she would explode while the artist finished. This caused him to laugh and Silk looked up at him. She had a glazed look in her eyes and this made Michael melt. He knew he had found the one he could spend the rest of his life with. He hoped she felt the same too.

“What are you laughing at?” She asked.

“You, Emerald eyes.”

Silk caught the word and acknowledged it by dropping her eyes to the floor. She wondered what she had done to warrant being told to obey in public. The artist began coloring again after conferring with Michael as to the colors they wanted. She wondered if receiving a tattoo turned on other people. What would Michael say if he knew she was going to lose it right here on the table? She wondered if she should tell him and ask for permission, then decided that this would be a good time to practice controlling it and not letting go. She started by deepening her breathing and thinking about riding her horse in the big open field behind her home. This helped greatly.

Michael was proud when she dropped her gaze to the floor after he said her action word. It usually took a while for most slaves to remember what it meant. He was sure that she understood as he told the tattoo artist which colors she wanted and where. As the artist resumed his work, he felt her squeeze his hands again and watched for the signs that told him she was close to losing control once again. Just as he thought she would go over the edge, he felt the shift in her. Her breathing deepened and she seem to relax after a few minutes. After a second of confusion, Michael realized that she was controlling it. Michael wondered what she was thinking about.

The artist finished the coloring and was cleaning off the ink again. Michael watched as he put the finishing touches on the tat and as the artist was cleaning it and applying ointment, Michael leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I would have let you cum, if you wanted to and would have asked me, but I am very proud that you controlled it.”

“Thank you, Master,” she panted in a whisper, “Maybe next time.”

Catching the words next time, Michael laughed, “You’re addicted, aren’t you?”

It was the artist’s turn to laugh, “I knew she was about two minutes into it. I thought she was going to cum right on my table.”

At this Silk blushed as she got off the table and excused herself to the bathroom. A laughing Michael paid the artist while she was in the bathroom.

“Thanks man, you do really great work,” Michael told the guy as he tipped him.

“I know women want perfection so I try hard. As for the other thing, she is not to embarrassed I hope,” he said to Michael as he cleaned up his area.

“She’ll get over it I’m sure, since she plans on a next time,” Michael told the man and they both laughed again.

They were still laughing when Silk came out of the bathroom and came over to where they were. She glanced at her watch and then tugged on Michael’s sleeve. When he looked at her she pointed to her watch.

He glanced at his own watch and saw that they needed to get going so she could get to the station on time. It would do for the Boss to make an employee late. They’d both hear about it from the Head Program Director.

Silk was quiet all the way home and Michael wondered why. She still looked flushed and excited, but she said nothing. They pulled into her apartment building parking lot and Michael shut off the car and waited for her to get out, she seemed in a daze.

“What do you have to do to get ready?” He finally asked, startling her.

Looking up at his smiling face, she replied, “I need a shower and to change my clothes. Do you think it would be okay if I wore a midriff shirt as to not cover my tattoo?”

“Gee, I don’t think the Boss would mind as long it is not too short.” He answered with a wink. “Now, let’s get you in the shower and ready for work.”

She laughed and got out of the car and went up the walk to her building. She then remembered that Michael had never been in her apartment. Mentally she thought, had she picked up everything? This caused her to smile.

They walked up the steps to her door and she unlocked it and went inside. Michael followed thinking to himself that this was the first time he had seen her place too. What he saw made him smile. She seemed to like the same things that he did. Their places were very similar in decor.

She set her keys down on the breakfast bar and turned to walk down the hallway, she looked at him. “You coming,” she asked.

He followed her to her bedroom, wondering what she had in mind, surely not sex. They didn’t have time.

She gestured for him to have a seat on her bed and hung up her jacket. Then she walked over to where he was sitting on the bed and pressed the button on her answering machine. She listed to her messaged while she proceeded to gather clothes to wear after her shower. One call was from a salesman trying to sell siding; the next call was from Marcia at school asking if she really had hooked up with Michael, at this she looked at him and laughed; next was a hang up; then her father calling to tell her that her horse was with foal and last was one from Reed.

He reached over and pressed the pause button, “Would you like to take this in private?”

“No, you have a right to hear, besides how would he know you listened,” she answered innocently.

“Do I,” he asked and then pressed the re-play button.

“Silk, this is Reed. I guess your screening your calls since I know your there. I really hate when you get your temper going. Well listen, I try again later. Do me a favor and grow up and answer when I call again. Bye.”

At this Michael clenched his fist and thought to himself, the nerve of that guy. He was the one who needed to grow up.

The next one was from Reed also, “Silk, it’s me again,” this time he didn’t sound so tough. “I wanted to talk to you, but you’re playing games again. Stupid Irish temper of yours. I hope you understand about all this. It really is for the best. I am thinking of you in all this. Damn, I wish you would answer the phone. I’ll try again later.” Then he hung up. This was the end of the messages.

This one pissed Silk off. Michael watched her noticing that she was mad now. When the phone rang a minute later, he was not surprised to hear her say it was Reed.

She snatched the phone up, pressed the speaker button and growled, “Yes, Reed.”

Michael smiled as Reed replied with hesitation.

“Well, hello Silky. Why haven’t you been answering the phone?” He stated with.

With a smile to Michael, she sneered, “Maybe I wasn’t home. Ever think of that?”

“Right, sure Silk,” Reed laughed. “Like I believe that, you were just screening calls because you’re mad and hurt.”

“Hurt no, mad yes. Mad as hell in fact, but not over the break up and for your information I was out all night. Just got in and listened to your messages just before you called,” She stated.

Shocked, Reed replied, “With whom and…” at this he seemed to falter, “Did you sleep with him?”

With a laugh, she shot back “Not that it is any of your business, but, yes I did. Oh and Reed, it was ten, now wait, make that a hundred times better than it ever was with you.”

Reed started to yell and call her names and she was reaching for the off button when Michael stopped her. Hold on, he mouthed to her.

Michael then picked up the receiver and listened as Reed was yelling at her, still calling her names. She could still hear him over the speaker too. With his hand over the receiver, he told her to shut him up.

“Reed, stop talking to me like that. My father wouldn’t like it,” she said to him.

This stopped him. She heard him sigh.

At this Michael spoke up. “And Reed,” he paused letting his Deep Male voice sink in, “He likes her stupid Irish temper.”

He then proceeded to hang up the phone but not before Reed yelled,” Who is this?”

Silk noticed that Michael’s hands were clenched into fists. “Michael, I am sorry about that. I shouldn’t have baited him like that.

“I’m not mad at you Silk. I am mad at Reed. You don’t treat women like that, like he did, especially since he dumped you. That guy is an asshole and you, my pet are better off without him,” Michael told her as he hugged her to his chest.

He held her for a few minutes, and then noticed that it was ten minutes to one. They had to leave by one thirty for her to be on time so he had better hurry her along. She still needed to shower and before they left, he wanted to do something for her.

Pushing her from his chest he informed her, “You need to get in the shower so we won’t be late. So get going.” He swatted her behind as she walked away. She laughed and went to the bathroom. He kicked off his shoes and lay down on her bed to wait. “Oh and Silk, no masturbation, you don’t have my permission.”

She started the water and got a towel ready as it heated up. Just as she stepped in the shower she heard the phone ring again. She yelled to Michael; just let the machine get it.

Having every intention of doing just that, he listened as the message informed callers that Silk was out and before it could finish, Reed started yelling for her to pick up. What an ass Michael thought again and picked up the receiver as he shut off the machine. With a smile he listened.

“Silk, are you there? Silk, you will tell me who that was right now,” Reed demanded.

Making his voice sound even deeper, Michael replied, “She will do no such thing, you’re not her Boss or her Master, and since I know who you are, I know you’re not her father either. So you have no right to tell her what to do, whatsoever.

“Just who the hell is this?” Reed demanded heatedly.

“On the verge of sounding childish,” Michael smirked, “This is the man who rocked Silk’s world last night, and will continue to rock her world every night.”

“This is her fiancé, so you better listen up and leave my soon to be wife alone,” Reed shot back.

Shaking his head and sighing, Michael said, “Now why did you have to go and lie. See I can deal with just about anything, even assholes like you, but I can’t abide liars. Listen up liar; I already know that you dumped Silk. So that makes her fair game. Thus, I am taking up where you leave off.”

Reed demanded again, “Put Silk on the phone right now or I’ll call the police.”

“Last warning for you, Reed, Silk is mine now and she doesn’t want any more to do with you. So don’t call her again, liar,” and with that, Michael hung up on him.

Silk had just walked in the room, catching the last bit of the conversation. Michael was lounging on her bed, smiling. She was wrapped in a towel.

“Who was that?” She asked.

“Reed,” was all he would supply.


“Why don’t you get the stuff to put on your tat and I’ll rub it on for you,” he offered.

She went to her jacket in the closet and retrieved it from her pocket. She then brought it over to the bed, handed it to Michael and then turned around and dropped the towel.

Michael liked the fact that she was not shy. Nakedness didn’t seem to bother her in the least. He squeezed some ointment onto his finger and began to smear it on her tat. As he did this, he noticed that she curled her toes. He also noticed that her mood changed again. She seemed to be getting turned on.

“Does this turn you on, Silk,” he asked?

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Turn around and close your eyes,” he told her.

She did this and he changed positions on the bed so that he was lying so that he could hang his head off the bed. She was right in front of his face now.

“Spread your legs and keep your eyes shut,” he told her as he pulled her to him. “Lean forward and place your hands on my chest.

Trusting him, she did as she was asked. Before she could wonder what he was up to, he kissed her between her legs, causing her to spread her legs further. He also was rubbing her tat, which sent lightning bolts straight to her core. She gripped his shirt, and then remembered to be careful of marking his chest. He was bringing her close very quickly and she was panting.

“Just let go, Silk. You have my permission,” he told her quickly and went back to giving her oral pleasure all the while stroking the tat on her back.

Within seconds, she totally lost control. “Oh, Michael. Yes, don’t stop,” she cried.

When she was through, he slid out from between her legs and she sank to her knees beside the bed. “You okay, pet,” he asked?

“Yes, just need to catch my breath. That was incredible. Thank you.”

“For what?” He asked, not understanding.

“For that, you didn’t have too, but thank you.”

Glancing at the clock, she jumped up and finished dressing.

Michael noticed that she chose a turtleneck half shirt and a hip hugging skirt. He also noticed the stockings and garter she put on. Wondering if she always dressed like this, he asked, “Do you always wear stockings?”

Blushing she replied, “Yes, I do. I don’t like hose because they slip too much and you have to pull them down to pee. Also they rip a lot when you pull them up. I have worn stockings and garters since the 9th grade. I also think they are very sexy.”

“Very old fashion too,” he told her.

Frowning she asked, “Why, don’t you like them?”

“Oh, I like them. You just never meet women who wear them all the time. Most only wear them for looks. Please keep wearing them, they are very sexy,” he reassured her. “So, do you always wear dresses and skirts too?”

At this she laughed, “Do you watch me that closely, Michael? Are you my stalker?”

Grabbing her and bending her over, he kissed her on the lips and said, “Why yes, my dear, I am stalking you. I told you I really like you.”

She laughed again and said, “Good, but now if we don’t get going, I’ll be in trouble and late.”

“Damn,” he said winking at her as he let her go, “Foiled again. Well if we must, let’s go. Are you sure, last chance?”

“I’m sure,” she replied and then seeing his pout, she stroked his face, “But we’ll have later, lover. It’s only four hours.”

Beaming her a smile, “Okay, if you say so, let’s go,” he told her and he left the room.

She grabbed her jacket and slipped her feet in her shoes and out the door she went. They went to the car and Michael took the lead and drove again. It just seemed natural to let him. As they drove to school, she watched him noticing his piercing blue eyes and streaked blond hair. She also noticed that he was very muscular. She also remembered from seeing him standing in front of her that he was probably well above 6 foot.

“How tall are you Michael?” She asked.

“Six-foot three,” he told her.

“How much do you weigh?”

“Around 240, why,” he questioned. “How tall are you and much do you weigh?”

“I was just wondering. I myself am five foot seven and weigh a hundred and twenty pounds give or take,” she responded.

“I’m impressed; most women never tell their true weight, very nice.”

At this she laughed, “How do you know I am telling the truth?”

Giving her a serious look, he told her simply, “I don’t abide lying, so you wouldn’t lie to me, Silk.” Then he laughed at her serious look and said, “Besides, I picked you up, remember. You’re just a mere slip of a thing, really.”

She laughed at him and then thought of something, “Michael, when I went to take my shower you said something about masturbation. I wanted to tell you that I don’t.”

He glanced at her and saw that she was very serious. “Never?” He asked, “Why not?”

Color crept up to stain her cheeks, “Actually, I really don’t know how. By the time I had those urges and feelings, I had met Reed and begged him to take my virginity. I never really thought about it much.” She told him.

“You never have ever touched yourself at all?” He asked, not totally believing that a women as easy to turn on as she was, had never masturbated.

She blushed again and looked away, “I’ve touched myself of course, but I have never had an orgasm from doing so. I don’t really know how.” She noticed he was smiling. “Are you laughing at me?” She fumed.

At this he started laughing, “No, I am not laughing at you. I was smiling because I was thinking about how much fun it is going to be teaching you. I laughed just now because you look so mad. You’re really cute when you’re mad by the way.”

“Teaching me,” she blushed an even deeper to shade of red, “To masturbate?

“Among other things little one, yes. You’ll like it, trust me. Now tell me have you at least experienced pleasure from just a hand or fingers?” He asked with extreme frankness.

“Yes, from Reed and Neil both. Neil liked to bring me off that way a few times before he would go down on me and Reed would during movies and sometimes between classes to tease me. Said he liked it when I panted,” she told him.

At her words, he raised an eyebrow; “I like it when you pant too. So, between classes huh, very naughty little one. Did anyone ever know what you were doing?”

She chewed her lip a little and then spoke up “Neil did, he told me later that he saw Reed do it a few times and my best friend saw it once, but usually we kept it very secret. I told Reed not to, but he did it anyway.”

They had arrived at school and so the conversation was over. Michael parked the car near the station part of the school and they both went in. Silk looked at her watch and saw that she had ten minutes to get her stuff ready. More than enough time actually. She gathered all her stuff and went into the flight deck. Donny was there, he smiled as she walked in and gave her the quite signal that told her he was about to go on the air. She gave him the okay signal and set her stuff down.

As the song ended, Donny switched on the mike and spoke in to it with a clean clear voice, “That was an oldie, but a goodie, by Styx. Up next is the weather with our own Amanda White. This is Donny Love saying good-bye for the week, next up is everyone’s favorite coed, Silky Lang. See ya all back here next week at ten. Be well and party safe.” Donny signaled to Amanda and switched off the mike. He then turned to her and smiled as he pulled the head phones from one ear. “How’s tricks, cutie?” He asked.

“Good,” she told him. “Are you ready to switch?”

“Just a sec, let me set these carts up and I’ll switch you,” he told her as he set up the six carts that resembled the old eight track tapes, which would play commercials. They were designed to play one after another when set. They were thirty to sixty seconds long. This gave them time to switch places with out any dead air. Dead air was a big no-no. You could get fined or even fired over dead air. After setting them, he waited for Amanda to finish with the weather and signal him. At the signal, he started the first spot; the others would play in secession. He then took off the earphones and gathered up the remainder of his stuff and moved allowing her to switch him places.

First she placed the earphones on, which allowed her to hear the actual show that was going out over the air. She pulled it off one ear just as Donny had done. They were into the second spot at this point, some ad for a used car dealer that promised great prices for students. She grabbed the cart that had the station identification spot that told listeners she was up next on it and set it next to the cart machine. She then placed her list on the table next to the soundboard and started grabbing a few CDs from the rack for the next songs she would play. She popped in the first CD she would play and set it to the track she wanted. The third cart had played by this time and so she removed the first cart and popped her station identification in. She then only had to wait for the last commercial to play and then she would begin her show. With that she turned back to Donny, who was taking readings from the equipment. He wanted to learn about the equipment along with being a DJ so Michael had him spend an extra two hours each day working with the other stuff that was used to put a radio show out over the air.

“How are you today, Mr. Love,” she joked. Everyone loved Donny’s call name.

“I would be better if you would just go out with me, Miss Lang,” he told her using her call name.

She laughed and told him, “Dream on Donny boy, I told you I don’t date DJ’s, to much professional jealousy.”

“Shot down again, you are one mean lady Silk,” he told her trying to be serious. Done with his readings, he gathered up his backpack and water bottle, preparing to leave he told her, “I will go lick my wounds again, in private.” He was pretending a pout as he left the flight deck.

With a laugh, she turned back to the soundboard and listened as the fifth spot was finishing and the sixth and final one began. She readied herself for another four hours of live show. She always felt nervous for the first few minutes. She listened and readied herself to press the button that would announce her to the listening world.

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I had almost gotten used to Lex's unannounced entries into my room. I had asked her to stop just barging in naked, so now panties and a bra were usually involved or a towel if she'd just been showering. Do you date? she blurted out instead of a greeting. She was wearing extra short pajama shorts and a tank top. From past experience I knew she probably didn't have panties on underneath. Her breasts, barely restrained by the tight shirt made it more than obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Hi Lex, how are you? I thought maybe I could avoid...


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Hot Springs Getaway

Introduction: My wife, Lucy sells high end office equipment for a large national corporation. This is her fourth successful year in field sales. Lucy has been name the “SALESPERSON OF THE YEAR” the last three years. My name is Jim age 42 and my wife’s name is Lucy age 40. We have been married for 15 years. We are as much in love now as we were the day we married. Lucy is a stunningly beautiful woman and she knows it. She loves sex and she loves teasing and pleasing me. She is so uninhibited that she has never denied me...


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Walk in the Afternoon

They rose to a glorious July morning. The sea was like a mirror, already there was heat shimmer rising from the pebbles of the beach. He pulled on a pair of beach shorts as she donned a pair of her bikini bottoms. The walked out of the back door onto the beach and down to the sea for a refreshing dip. He lagged behind slightly and was able to see her perfect bottom wiggle in her bikini briefs. He never ceased to marvel at her beautiful figure. He hurried into the water to hide the beginning of an erection. She always...


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I seduced, co-erced or forced myself on a young, underage, girl. Call it what you will but it happened, I’m ashamed it did, after the first time but went on to enjoy what I conspired to happen, again and again. A true story that fortunately worked out alright, it could have gone the other way! Why did it happen? I’m a bloke, married for 15 years and to be honest bored of fucking my wife, who had gone from enjoying sex to putting up with it. I needed some spice, something to let me know I could still “pull”, something to...


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Rick's wife part 5 of 6

My friend's story Rick's WIFE 5 (5 of 6) The scene: Blindfolded, I was kneeling on the living room floor, knees spread, groin tight against the backside of Linda, my wife, who was also kneeling and sitting on her heels. Linda, in turn, was kneeling between the outstretched legs of William, who sat on our loveseat. Now, picture this: Me, Mr. Heterosexual, was leaning forward with my arms around my wife. My left hand was placed over Linda's left hand which squeezed and massaged William's balls. My right hand, in turn, was placed over her right hand as she stroked up...


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SHAVING MY FLATMATES LEGS AND PUSSY It’s purely fictional but based on an incident that actually happened but the character is actual and a former girlfriend in Thailand. I hope you enjoy the story. .............................................................................................................. Coming home one day I found my flatmate Tan going through my bathroom cabinet. This is the story that followed. Tan is 34 and I was four years older and that is why we got on so well we looked after each other, she would often parade around in her undies, except for when her boyfriend came around that is. “Shit Barry you scared the daylights...


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