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He has a plan. She has a glass rainbow.

“Thanks to starrkers and drksideofthemoon for reading and helpful feedback.”

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“”Why doesn’t he touch me?”" thought Jasmine. Lying on her side, propped on one elbow, she adored her sleeping husband. It was three in the morning. Six hours earlier, she’d come to bed naked. The lack of a nightgown was supposed to send a clear signal to her husband of eight years. But he had read a book for a while, granted her a chaste little kiss, and turned off the light.

She ran a hand over her lonely breasts. They were swollen and sensitive. Her time was about a week away. She really wanted some conjugal attention from her mate. Yes, he had to go to work in the morning, but maybe …

An old friend helps him and then tries out the chair.

It was strange for him to enter the adult novelty store alone. Typically the redhead would be with him, they always enjoy browsing through all the kinky and erotic items. But this time he was alone. He was looking for a certain item that he intended to surprise her with. Glancing toward the back of the store, he saw Lisa behind the counter. He and the redhead had met Lisa on their first visit to this particular store. During that visit, the three of them had engaged in an impromptu sex session in the changing room [see chapter 5]. Since that first encounter, Lisa had tried out The Chair on two separate occasions [see chapters 7 & 10].

She calls her friend for some fun.

She had just gotten out of her bathtub, in which she had been soaking for almost 45 minutes. She felt very relaxed; all the day’s stress had seeped out and left her very calm and sleepy. She used some scented bath oil to give her whole body the aroma of lavender. As she toweled herself off she ran her hands over her smooth creamy skin, relishing in the tingling sensations. Her entire body felt vibrant and rejuvenated. She hung the towel up to dry, went through her drawers, and found her favorite oversized T- shirt. It ended just below the cheeks of her ass. She enjoyed wearing it; it was very soft and thin. It made her comfortable on those warm summer evenings. She lay down on the bed to flip thru some channels, and found nothing to her liking. She remembered that she had received an e-mail at work from her friend. She had almost forgotten she had it. She retrieved it from her purse and brought it back to her bedroom to read. She enjoyed reading his fantasy stories, which were arousing, and she imagined often that he were there to read them to her or to act them out. This one was especially interesting because it involved a small group. As she read the story she could feel the familiar tinglings beginning down low in her body. She lay back on her bed and slowly began to gently tease her breast and nipple, pinching softly at first, but applying more pressure as she read. The action of the story was just heating up; she moved her hand lower, over her stomach, and into the soft thicket of hair — ever closer to her now-moist sex. She was feeling very warm indeed. The story was heating her up!

Substitute therapist uses handcuffs.

“Copyright 2000 Del Edwards”

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His regular therapist would be vacationing in Europe for two weeks and explained that she wanted him to continue with a substitute therapist because he was doing well and she didn’t want to break the continuity of his progress.

She commented that the substitute was a bit younger and married so there would be some differences in approach but that she was quite good and not be alarmed when she handcuffed him. She had smiled when she said that and added, “Having another woman before you will be the beginning of an ever expanding horizon. Work as hard for her as you do for me and you will benefit.”

It just gets better and better?

While Shelia was recovering from her exhausting show and tell that she had just preformed, I took that time to slip my sweatpants down to my ankles. Looking at Shelia’s still spread legs, the crotch of her panties pulled aside and her very wet pussy, I had no choice but to grab my cock and stroke it.

“Man,” I thought, “My wife would never believe this of me. Not good ole Bill, the family man or Bill, the faithful husband… I’d already seen two women play with themselves right in front of my eyes, and now I was getting ready to fuck the shit out of one of them; my executive assistant, right in my own home. Man, it doesn’t get any better than this!”

Reader is touched by erotic story, all over!

“Italicized portions are from Marcus Aurellius by Paolo Labico. Reprinted with permission.”

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“She begins to squirm now, she knows what he will do to her. Although she can’t understand what they say, it is obvious that he is going to bite her in revenge for earlier…but there!!! These men are animals! She braces herself for the pain… ”

“Thus she is taken completely off guard when he does not bite, but gently licks her helpless womanhood. Her eyes pop opened, she was braced for pain, but this is something altogether different. He continues his assault on her virgin sex. Licking, sucking, probing her tight opening.”

Fun in front of webcam.

I awoke at 11:30 this morning, a typical Saturday morning in the winter. It was too cold to do much outdoors in the way of my typical warm weather fun, so I didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty for having slept in late. That coupled with the fact that I didn’t get home last night until 3:15 am from Tori’s apartment, and after last night, I definitely needed the sleep because you see, Tori and I have quite a tumultuous relationship and last night was just one more glaring example of how crazy it can get.

Self-portrait of a woman seeking release.

It doesn’t matter how long its been since the last time. I have that craving, that deep and intense need to release whatever is pent up inside of me. That intense feeling doesn’t come that often, but when it does, it is something I have to listen to. It is the most difficult thing for men, to get me to that exploding point and very often, it simply doesn’t happen. Granted, the feel of a thick dick inside of me, pounding my body to pieces is an amazing feeling. Just the thought of one inside me now makes me close my eyes and imagine…

What happens when Santa sends you an IM?

It was a day like any other day. I got home from work where it was exceedingly busy. That is what happens when you work in retail. The holidays are a rush, then they are gone. I was tired and my feet hurt so I made myself a cup of tea and sat down at my computer. I powered it up, logged on to the internet and had a popup.

*Santa Claus would like to add you to his friends list. Do you accept?*

I was in a good mood and said sure, why not and pushed the accept button. Another window opened.

The next encounter.

It has been some time since my first meeting with Pete, my online friend. I have to say that the events of that night still send a wave of emotions for me. I don’t know when I’ve become so bold before!

I still kept his Santa gift in my wardrobe, hidden under my stack of tops and pants… still wrapped up, except for the ripped top portion which I opened that night to marvel at his gift — a multi-speed 7″ vibrator.

Once in a while, I’d take it out of its secret place… I’d circle its width with my fingers, gliding my hand up and down its length… imagining how it will feel inside my virgin cunt.