Jun 072009
 

I told her I wanted her to come for me. Not just for me but for ME. What I had in mind was risky but the high erotic factor of it was clouding my brain and I just wanted it. Hadda have it. I felt my greed take over. But first….the torture. Off and on throughout the day. ……and what if Barry, the guy across the aisle and down one, can smell your wet cunt as you….. ……i would do it if you told me to but please….please don’t make me go to…… …..Sarah, don’t you want to show off that body? I know I do, I want to show you off while….. …..i am torn with your words and torn between wanting and not wanting…. Little bits and what-if’s peppered into the day. I grew more sadistic and suggestive as the afternoon wore on, my mix of humiliation and erotic sensual scenarios had her

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May 252009
 

Over the next two weeks, I slowly divulged to Sarah more and more tidbits of my kinks and my personal exposure to them. Gauging her reaction via text was difficult but manageable. Her only exposure to “my world” was the occasional blindfold for a bit of  teasing sensual foreplay. About as vanilla as a blindfold can get. The day came when I knew I could accelerate things – there were no subtle signs, no, she opened the door and it was loud and clear. I had just fulfilled a picture request for R. I told her about it and she teasingly asked if she could see it. It was just my tits so I texted it to her phone. I didn’t hear back from her right away, in fact 10 minutes went by. And then…. Her response is a photo of her own tits. A mimic of the picture I sent to R. Taken just

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May 172009
 

I had been eying her up for weeks, this enigma. Reasonably confident exterior, with a shy and easily embarrassed girl peeking out sometimes. I had witnessed the duality enough to know I could fuck with her. Sarah. Thin, pretty in a different sort of way and very attractive, C-cup tits, long straight light brown hair. A little younger than me but not by much. After more than a month of laying the groundwork and getting things to a flirtatious and covertly dirty stage, I taught her how to communicate via email without risk of our naughty words being read. I confessed a few things to her, one of them being my relationship with R and what we did. Her response was positive and then I laid out one more bombshell – that he wanted me to find a submissive girl to play with in the same manner. What a delicious and dangerous twist it would

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Apr 072009
 

It seems that my dominant side is never the most prevalent. But when it does come out to play….I feel ruthless. Bitch extraordinaire. I have not had any experience dominating a woman be it in person or virtually, but I’ve already discussed (here and with others) my desire to do so. I also must point out that I’ve never been much of a fan of the humiliation aspect of D/s, either receiving or doling out. Something more sinister, however, has popped up inside of me lately and I am finding myself aroused by the strangest things. A few weeks ago, at a meeting at work for our new unit assignments, the group was asked to do the school-classroom bullshit of “stand up and tell us about yourself”. Let it be known that I hate this. I am not comfortable speaking in front of people, even in such a casual setting. So I felt for this

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Dec 282008
 

…I tease her with the tip. I shove a mere centimeter or three in her cunt lightning quick just to hear her squeak. She’s never taken a cock this big before, you see…

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Dec 022008
 
They're not for everyone...

For as many of you out there that enjoy or even prefer tits of my size, I’m sure there are equal number of those we simply don’t. Who prefer A or B cups. To which I have to say…..WTF are you doing here? LOL I have a profile up on a dating/networking site, and of course I have photos. I have put up perhaps two that have posted here, and maybe 6 or 7 various ones that include my face. And really now….unless I’m wearing a turtleneck (don’t own one) or an unflattering t-shirt (don’t own one) my cleavage is going to be apparent. It’s going to be -there- to some degree. And of course you just cannot please everyone and I don’t expect to. But again….what IS the point in sending someone a disparaging message? This asshat says to me that I lack subtlety. That I’m “risking being pigeonholed by putting that message out

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