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It had been a long day and Paul was tired.   After a week of traveling and a full day of meetings, Paul was ready to unwind with his wife, Marie.   They were what many people might describe as soul-mates. They were best friends who shared their deepest, darkest secrets with one another and who regularly consulted with one another on a wide variety of topics. Their love life had suffered lately and had grown somewhat predictable but that didn’t bother Paul too much.   There was so much else that was good in their relationship that he could accept, though not always like, the relative lack of sexual play and exploration that had characterized their early days together.   Paul was eager to be home and to spend time with Marie.   As he opened the door he had the feeling that something was different than normal.   To start, there were only a few lights on in the house and he didn’t hear any of the normal “end of day”, “getting the meal ready” activities.   Once in the house, he took off his coat, hung it up in the hall closet and tossed his keys into the drawer in the front hall table.   It was then that he heard one of his favourite sounds and his heart skipped a beat.   He stopped in mid stride and listened carefully.   He heard it again.   It was the unmistakable sound of a lighter.   Could it be?     For Paul, smoking was extremely erotic and, he supposed, could be classified as a sexual fetish.   He loved to watch Marie smoke, particularly very long white cigarettes such as the Virginia Slim 120’s that he occasionally purchased while traveling in the US on business.   Paul also enjoyed smoking while engaged in sexual activities.   When he was out of town on business and was lonely for Marie, he occasionally masturbated and almost always enjoyed smoking while he did so.   He knew that smoking wasn’t healthy and neither he nor Marie smoked on a regular basis.   Paul ascended the stairs to the bedroom quickly.   As he did, he caught the scent of Marie’s perfume mixed in with the smell of cigarette smoke.   He had an instant erection!   His pace increased and within a couple of steps he was at the partially open bedroom door.   He opened the door very slowly, his heart pounding with excitement at what lay on the other side of the door.   Even before he opened the door he could see that the room was lit with candles.   Paul opened the door very slowly until he saw Marie, lying on the couch.   He couldn’t believe his eyes.   He had thought about this fantasy for literally years and now, it appeared, she was about to make it come true!   It was a big bedroom, with separate sitting area in which they had placed a couch.   Scattered around the bedroom were vases of fresh flowers and many long, tapered candles, his favourite kind of candle.   The candles were obviously new and very recently lit.   There was something virginal and slightly erotic about lighting new candles. The flowers were a mixture of roses and star gazer lilies.   Their senuous odour, along with Marie’s distinctive perfume and the cigarette smoke combined to make an erotic and seductive scent that Paul simply adored.   Marie was lying on the couch and he simply could not believe his eyes.   She was dressed in a black, silky corset whose cups were rolled down to expose her ample breasts.   Attached to the corset by four garters were black fishnet stockings and on her feet were black stilettos.   But it was what she was doing with her hands that captured Paul’s attention.   In one black gloved hand elvankent escort was a long, white Virginia Slims 120mm cigarette which she slowly brought to her red lips. Once her lips were wrapped around it, she inhaled deeply, hollowing her cheeks as she did so.   She then tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes and moved the cigarette slowly away from her mouth. Marie then opened her mouth slightly and let out a long, steady stream of smoke.   Paul moaned audibly and nearly came on the spot!   But it was what Marie was doing with her other hand that really caught Paul’s attention. To match her black outfit she was wearing a black strap on cock which she was stroking with her left hand.   Up and down as she smoked the cigarette.   Paul just stood in the middle of the room, staring at Marie.   He simply could not take his eyes off of her. After taking several drags on her cigarette, Marie invited Paul to get dressed and join her on the couch.   It was then that Paul noticed an outfit laid out on the couch that included his favourite white corset, a new pair of white stockings still in their package and a new pair of white pumps with 4 inch heels, something that he had always wanted.     For nearly 20 years Paul had explored his crossdressing desires, many times fighting the urges to dress in feminine attire and more than once purging his entire collection of female clothing.   It was only when he met Marie that he felt comfortable with his crossdressing fetish and he was so happy to have someone in his life with whom he could share it.   Marie was always surprising him with little gifts related to his crossdressing desires such as the new pair of white pumps sitting nearby on the couch.   They were patent leather, very plain, with an ankle strap.   He couldn’t wait to try them on.   As Paul was pondering his good fortune at having Marie in his life, she pointed out the maid’s outfit lying next to the corset and suggested to Paul that it was time to act out one of the maid stories that she was so fond of telling him. “Darling”, she cooed, “take your time getting dressed, enjoy all the sensations.   We have all evening, so there is no rush”.   She offered Paul a cigarette and lit it for him.   Paul started to get dressed.   As he did, Marie leaned back, lit another cigarette and continued to stroke her cock.   Paul put the cigarette up to his mouth and inhaled deeply.   Oh, it tasted so good.   He exhaled slowly, letting smoke waft from his mouth.   He placed the cigarette in the ashtray that Marie had placed nearby on the couch and started to get dressed by putting on his white satin corset. Marie had bought it for him several years ago and it was one of his favourite pieces of feminine attire.   When laying it out for him on the bed, Marie had placed his fake breasts in the cups of the corset.   They were foam breast prosthesis with latex nipples glued to them.   Paul longed for a more realistic silicone breasts but was quite content with the effect that his foam breasts created.     The corset felt wonderful as he slowly slipped into it.   He loved the tightness of the corset hugging his body. After a moment savouring the feel of the corset, Paul carefully inserted the foam breasts into each cup on the corset.   When he was finished, he let his hands linger on his breasts, enjoyed the sensation of feeling his own breasts.     Paul sat down on the couch and reached for his cigarette.   He tapped the cigarette emek escort bayan to get rid of the excess ash and brought it again to his lips.   As he did so he noticed that Marie was doing the same.   He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she inhaled deeply, once again hallowing her cheeks as she did so.   Paul followed her lead and did the same.   They gazed deeply into each other’s eyes as they let the smoke slowly escape from their lips.   After exhaling, he put the cigarette back in the ashtray so that he could continue getting dressed.   The next item of clothing to which Paul turned his attention were the white stockings.   He carefully opened the package and removed the stockings to examine them.   They had wide lace tops, his absolute favourite style and the material was shiny, practically glowing in the candlelight. He rolled the first stocking carefully, placed his foot into it and slowly unrolled it up his right leg.   When the stocking was completely unrolled, he smoothed out the pretty lace top and attached it to the garter on this corset.   He always had a little trouble with the garters, so he had to concentrate on what he was doing.   After clipping both garters to the stocking, he paused, picked up his cigarette, and, looking back at Marie, inhaled deeply. He watched Marie do the same and gazed into her eyes as they both exhaled slow, steady streams of smoke at one another.   Paul returned to putting on his stockings.   When he finished, he stood up and slipped on the frilly while panties that Marie had chosen for him.   As with each piece of clothing that he donned, he delighted in the feeling of the fabric against his body.   Marie had strategically placed a full length mirror nearby and Paul caught his reflection in the mirror. “I’ve always been jealous of how good your legs look in stockings” Marie said with nervous giggle.    Paul reassured her that he found the look of her legs in the black fishnets and stiletto heels to be much more arousing.   Marie grinned and rewarded Paul with a sensuous inhale and slow exhale of cigarette smoke.   Standing beside the couch dressed in his corset and stockings, Paul admired himself in the mirror.   Behind him, Marie commanded “Watch yourself smoke”.   Paul immediately turned around, picked up his cigarette which was about half consumed, turned back to the mirror and took a deep drag, hollowing his cheeks as he had seen Marie do.   He exhaled slowly, letting smoke waft up about his face.   He felt warm and tingly as he did so.     It was now time to put on those new shoes, Paul thought.   He sat down on the couch, put the cigarette in the ashtray, and commenced putting on the white pumps.   He started with his left foot.   He slipped his foot into the shoe and then lifted his leg and crossed it over his right leg so that he could do up the ankle strap.   He repeated the same process with his right foot and then got up and walked around, passing by the mirror several times and admiring his new shoes each time that he did so.   During one pass by the mirror he picked up what we left of his cigarette and watched himself in the mirror as he took the last drag.   Paul was nearly finished getting dressed.   Marie had finished her cigarette and was now watching Paul as he finished changing.    “Time to turn into my maid for evening” she said with a wicked laugh.   Paul reached for his maid’s outfit on the couch and slipped it over his head.   It was a black satin dress, very Escort eryaman short, with a crinoline underskirt, short, no sleeves and white lace trim across the bodice and along the skirt.   Accompanying the dress was a pair of black gloves and a maid’s cap.   He put those on as well. Paul just stood for a minute, with his eyes closed, taking in the sensation of being all dressed up, the skirt brushing up against his stockings.   Paul just loved how it felt to be all dressed up in female attire, the sluttier the attire the better.   He also enjoyed wearing makeup and putting on a wig to complete the outfit but Marie didn’t much like when he did that, so he didn’t push the matter.   He was just happy to have the person he loved most in the world share some aspect of his crossdressing fetish every once in a while.   “Light me a cigarette”, Marie demanded.   This command snapped Paul from his thoughts.   He picked up the cigarette package, shook it slightly until one cigarette protruded further out than the others and pointed the open end of the package at Marie.    Marie took the cigarette from the package in her black gloved hand and brought it to her lips.   Paul picked up the lighter from the couch and clicked it several times until it lit.   He then slowly brought it up to the cigarette.   As he did so Marie inhaled and the end of the cigarette glowed bright red.   Marie tilted her back slightly, Paul released the button on the lighter and Marie let out a slow, steady stream of smoke directly at Paul.     Although Paul was already hard, he could feel himself get harder as he watched Marie smoke.   She always had this effect on him.   It was fetish he didn’t fully understand but he was so glad that Marie was eager to indulge him from time to time.   And indulge, she did.   She could turn a single inhale and exhale in a delicious sexual act, one that never failed to excite Paul.   “As the maid, you are expected to look after my every need”, Marie commented.   She then did something somewhat unexpected.   She stood up, lifted Paul’s skirt, pulled down his panties slightly and started to rub her cock against Paul’s very wet, dripping penis.   Marie then pulled up Paul’s panties, put his skirt back in place and laid sat back down on the couch.   She spread her legs slightly and demanded, “Suck me!   My cock needs to be sucked and it is your job as the maid to look after my EVERY need”.   To say that Paul was surprised was an understatement.   He stood there for second, not quite sure what to do.   Marie sat back up, facing Paul, and smacked him on the ass.   “Kneel!” she commanded.   Again, Paul just stood there in total shock at what was happening.   Marie smacked him on the ass again.   “Kneel, maid!” she demanded.     This time, Paul did as he was told and kneeled in front of Marie.     Marie leaned back on the couch, inhaled deeply on her cigarette and let the smoke waft softly from between her red lips.   “Suck me, I’ll teach you how.   It is a skill that every maid should know.” she said, this time in a calm, cool voice.   Paul bent forward and moved his mouth towards Marie’s black cock.   “Lick it first”, she directed.   Paul complied.   As he did so he could hear the lighter snap and he looked up to see Marie lighting a second cigarette.   She handed this one to him.   “I want you to suck and smoke while I watch.   Start by inhaling deeply and then rub your lips over my cock while the smoke escapes from your lips” she commanded.   Shuttering with anticipation, Paul inhaled deeply on the cigarette and filled his mouth with smoke.   He then moved in close to Marie’s black cock and started run his lips up and down the shaft. He could taste his pre-cum on her cock, slightly salty and a little bitter.

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Lucy and I had been living together for a couple of months when it all started. She was in her early twenties, and I was a couple of years younger. Up until I moved in with her, I’d lived my parents. My stay-at-home mother had taken care of all the household chores while my father went out to work. It was the typical old-fashioned family structure. From day one, living with Lucy was proving to be a bit of a challenge. For one, she had a full-time job and therefore not much time for housework, and perhaps the biggest shock to me was that she expected and even demanded that I contribute to keeping things clean. On the very first night we started living together, she reprimanded me for taking off my clothes and throwing them on the floor next to the bed. “What are you doing?’ she asked. “Getting into bed,” I replied. “Is that what your mother taught you?” she continued, pointing at my clothes. “I don’t know,” I said, “She didn’t have a problem with it.” “Well, I do have a problem with it,” Lucy declared, “And I’m not cleaning up after you.” I reluctantly picked up my clothes, folded the pieces I could wear again, and threw my underwear into the laundry hamper. “See, that wasn’t difficult,” she said as I got into bed and cuddled up beside Beşevler escort her. I felt slightly bothered by her bossiness, but I knew that she was right. I had to learn to share the workload. She was quite strict, and she knew her boundaries. I had no doubt she would give me hell if I tried to convince her to be more lenient. She had principles, and her standards of living were quickly becoming my way of life. Besides, she was pretty and had the hottest body of any girl I’d ever dated. I could fuck her for hours, and we often did. — It was only a couple of weeks later when the transformation started. I was getting ready for work, having just showered and shaved. When I looked through the top drawer of my dresser, it quickly became apparent that there were no more boxer shorts to be found. I was already ten minutes late for work, and in no mood to run into unexpected problems. “Lucy,” I called out, “I can’t find any clean underpants.” “What?” she called back from the kitchen, above the noise of the extractor fan. I was about to repeat myself when she appeared in the bedroom wearing a gingham cooking apron over her bra and panties. I loved that look, especially when she turned around to expose Çankaya escort bayan her cute round butt cheeks and naked back. I’ve always had a thing for beautiful female backs, from their ample thighs to their thin waistline, up to their perfectly-formed shoulder blades and their kissable, long necks. If I weren’t in a rush for work, I would have gladly spent time romping around in bed with her. But, I had to give an important presentation that day, and besides, I knew that Lucy wouldn’t allow for it. As soon as she started cooking breakfast, there was no question of interrupting her for sex. I had tried one time and had been met with a clear and direct response to the effect that there are a time and place for everything and that getting ready for work is neither. “Breakfast is ready,” she said, “How come you’re not dressed yet?” “I’m looking for clean underwear,” I answered, pushing my socks around the drawer as though a pair of underpants might suddenly appear. “Well that’s just silly,” Lucy said, “Why didn’t you notice earlier?” “I didn’t think about it,” I replied, “Don’t you have any clean ones?” I could see her facial expression change instantaneously. It was the look that told Escort Cebeci me I was about to be told off. I knew the problem, but I wished I didn’t. I was about to get the “I’m not your mother” response, possibly followed by a lecture later that evening about how I needed to take more responsibility. I felt embarrassed about having asked. She brushed me aside and pushed the drawer shut, and then opened the one where she kept her vast collection of bras and panties. It was a smorgasbord of colors and trimmings, with every clothing material known to man, from the most natural of cotton to the most exotic of synthetic materials. The color spectrum was enormous, from plain white through dull beige, through beautiful pastels, up to ‘in-your-face’ red and black with gold sparkles. “Here, you can wear these,” she said, handing me a pair of plain white stretch cotton briefs with a tiny pink bow at the front. “I can’t wear those!” I protested, my face turning red at the thought of wearing ladies knickers. “You don’t have much choice,” Lucy responded, “until you learn to manage your washing.” With that statement, Lucy went back to the kitchen to finish cooking breakfast while I looked at the pair of briefs she’d handed me. Aside from the little bow, they weren’t all that much different from a normal pair of underpants; I tried to convince myself. But, when I put them on, I could distinctly feel the material tightly hugging my butt, and the clingy softness of the stretch cotton caressing my cock and balls, which gave me an immediate erection.

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My name is John, and this is my dream. I am 18 years old, I have dressed before but never seriously, and down the street from me lives a woman named Sarah. She is the mother of a very wealthy family and just radiates control and success. Ever since I had seen her, this story has played over and over again in my mind. So here it is. I woke up and the weather couldn’t have been nicer. The sun was shining and so I decided to Çukurambar escort put on my favorite pink lace thong under my normal clothes before going for a nice morning walk. As I walked by her house I got lost in thought of her. Her long blonde hair, slim figure with ample breasts, her beautiful blue eyes and plum lips…. What else could I ask for? Just then, a voice interrupted my demetevler escort bayan day dream, and to my surprise, it was hers! “Hey, John, I see you are up early as well!” she said while walking towards me in the tightest sports bra and booty shorts. “Well, yes, but I see I haven’t quite dressed up as well as you have.” She came close then, she reached around me Escort dikmen and I felt her pull at my thong! “I don’t think that is completely true, now is it?” I blushed, “I… Umm… Well…” “Don’t worry I’ve known for a long time. Why don’t you come inside for a while?” She took my hand and led me inside. I couldn’t do anything but what she said, I was in shock. We got inside and she brought me downstairs to a couch in the middle of an empty room. “Now if you’ll just wait here, I’ll be back in a second with a little gift for you!” She quickly ran out of the room and left me there with my head full of thoughts.  How did she know? How long has she known? What is this gift? And before I knew it, she was back with a bag in her hand.

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There was a few odd looking drugs laying on the side from a party. Being bored I decided to see what they were all about, I had dabbled before but had no idea what they all were. I had seen someone use a bottle with an inhaler on it, one good slug later I felt good.I looked through my wardrobe and decided that all guys seem to go for the more cute look in a girl. As I was feeling daring I thought what the hell, lets try something outrageous. I wanted to make sure that as many men would want me. I soon got ready deciding on a pink neon tutu with matching panties and bra, adding a green neon crop top. I kept my make up simple, but plaited my hair in pig tails not wanting to look too outrageous. Whatever I had taken was sure kicking in on me I was now so wanting sex. I choose some pink and black over knee socks and put on some killer heeled sandals. Within a few steps I realized Escort Beşevler that the shoes were no good as I tumbled down the stairs ass over tit ending in a heap at the bottom. I then remembered that I had some flat Mary-Janes so changed into them.Just before I left home I grabbed the drugs taking another blast from the bottle which was now empty. Through my hazy eyes I noticed a label, I could just about read that whatever it was started with a K. I hid the rest in my clutch bag and added my keys. I gave my dog Marlboro a pat on the head. He is such a lovely dog but a bit of a drag to take out, since he had his legs amputated. With that I trotted off into town.As I walked I felt like I was floating so soon reached the town centre. I could hear cheering coming from a pub so decided to go look see what was happening.A charity darts match Escort Çankaya was in progress, a group of nun’s were taking on another team. The players were gathered around close as the match was so close. For such a small bar the sound was like in a stadium, to me it was horrendous. I ordered a drink and sat down.A player hit a treble twenty followed by a single twenty, his third dart bounced out of the board hitting a nun in the neck. A guy ran up and checked her as she had slumped to the floor.“She’s dead,” the guy shouted.Quick as a flash the caller shouted out, “One nun dead and Eightyyyy.”It seemed strange just about everyone in the pub was staring at me. I got up and used the toilet although once I got in there, I couldn’t’t go no matter how hard I tried to pee into the urinal. Again I noticed that the guys in the toilet were all staring Cebeci escort bayan at me.I soon left the pub jumping into a doorway to grab something further from my bag. I found some weird looking dried mushrooms. Not knowing how many to take I munched on the lot, before the guy getting a blow job shouted at me to piss off and find somewhere else. That I didn’t’t mind but why he called me a weirdo I will never understand.The club’s were on the other side of a busy road so I took a foot bridge over the busy dual carriage way. On reaching the top of the bridge I needed to pee again. Without any thought I slipped my now almost non existent cock from the side of my panties looking for a target to aim at. The only thing I could see were the bars so with a lot of grunting and groaning I soon had a nice stream going through the bars.“Oi, what the fuck have you done?” I stared down noticing two huge steroid freaks looking up at me. They didn’t’t seem like they were too happy going by the tones of their voices.I decide it best to run with them both chasing after me like a couple of greyhounds straight out of a trap.I managed to find a lane and dove into it as quick as I could.

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As sundown approached on Saturday I showered and got ready to attend the opening of an art gallery that a member of our organization was sponsoring. I selected the suit, shirt and tie and then I retrieved the white silk panties from the laundry room. I wonder if Darlene questioned herself on the fact that I accepted her request without protest? They were beautiful and just running my fingers along the cool silky smooth material brought back memories of being Melissa. I still had all the clothing and lingerie that I had purchased in Florida and I toyed with the idea of wearing some of it under my suit but decided against it. I slid the white satin thong on and marveled that so many years and dressings they still good it felt against my skin. I began to get hard but I willed myself to relax as I had to get moving. The gallery was a converted warehouse in a neighborhood that was undergoing a revitalization Beşevler escort Bayan and I actually felt safe crossing the semi-darkened street. I greeted the host and his wife and accepted a glass of wine and began to walk around admiring the art work and greeting the other members. Darlene arrived about an hour later and after greeting the hosts she slowly approached me. She looked like a million dollars in a black sheath dress with slits that revealed a long shapely leg with each step. She hooked her arm in mine and gave me a kiss on the cheek and then together we walked and talked while viewing the artwork and meeting the artists. The urge for a smoke sent us onto the terrace on the roof that had been converted into a smoking lounge. I lit her cigarette and she thanked me. I then produced a half filled bottle of wine that I had snagged off the Çankaya escort bar and refreshed our glasses. We touched glasses and there was a moment of uncomfortable silence as she took a pull from her glass with her eyes locked on mine. Finally she set her drink on the ledge and spoke. “Well, did you wear them?” she asked in a hushed tone. “Yes.” “I don’t believe you.” As we were alone and she was standing very close I undid my zipper and she slipped the red tips of her long manicured fingers into the opening. She gave me a shy smile as her fingers made contact with the silky material. “Did you get hard slipping them on?” she questioned. “Yes.” “You have no idea how hot that gets me.” “Really?” “Yes really. I get turned on by guys in woman lingerie. Guys in Speedos are a start, but its the lingerie that really does it for me. Now I’m not talking about big Cebeci Escort fat hairy brutes stuffing themselves into a pair of tiny panties, but good looking and clean cut guys.” I didn’t comment and let her continue to talk as I smoked. I learned that she had tried to entice other lovers to dress up for her, but it seemed none of them had the inclination or desire .She pushed her hand further in my open fly and began to stroke my now totally erect shaft encased in her white silk thong. The sound of others heading out to have a smoke caused her rapid withdrawal and I had a devil of a time zipping up my fly. Thankfully it was not very bright on the rooftop so I was able to hide the bulge in the front of my slacks as we chatted with the new arrivals before heading back inside. We parted company so we could mingle with the other guests. It was about 9:00 PM when Darlene approached me again. “Do you have plans to stay here all night?” she asked. “Not really.” “Good. Why don’t you drop by place for a nightcap.” “I have to stop home first,” I informed her as an idea entered my brain. “No problems,” she responded. She handed me a business card that had her address and phone number written on the back.

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RedTails: AwakeningsA Night Out, A Night InByScarletdownChapter V : Safety BriefingFrelic disengaged himself from his sister, planted a tender kiss on her sweet bottom, sat up on the bed, removed the rose in his hair and put it back in its rightful place up her butt, “Come my little tender hawk. Thissle and Karma are probably just about ready for your night out.” He pulled her to her feet and led her over to the table, where he brushed the tangles from her fiery hair, clasped the leash to her collar, and led his pet sister back out to the lounge.The outer room was empty. Giggles and occasional laughter could be heard from behind the closed door leading to the bathing chamber. Frelic put his tunic on then led Shaasta over to the hearth, where he removed her leash, sat down on the couch and pulled her onto his lap so they could cuddle some more. Frelic could not get enough of his sister’s plush bottom; his hand glided over the smooth, warm flesh, tenderly petting and kneading it.”Shaasta,” he said, “one thing puzzles me.””What’s that Master?” she gazed into his questioning eyes and ran her fingers through his silky, mithril hair.”With your innate ability common to us Moors Elves, why did you not simply turn into a hawk and fly free from the Southern Rose?””That would have been impossible for two reasons,” she replied, “First, the entire shop, including the training grounds out back, is protected by a magick dampening field, much like the enchantment on those collars Mistress Triniti placed around our necks when we were taken aboard the Bloodlust. So, I was stuck in my true form.””Ah, I suspected that might have been the case. When I entered the shop, I thought I felt a weakening of my powers and a loss of contact with the Beastlands. I thought it might just be weariness from last night’s lessons I guided Thissle in.””Nope, it wasn’t you, Master,” Shaasta confirmed, “it was the shop.””And what was the second reason?””Even had I been able to transform and fly away,” she said, “I would not have done so; that would have meant leaving Hansen behind, and there is no way I Side escort would ever abandon him.”Frelic held his sister close to him, greatly touched by her loyalty and devotion, “My sweet sister,” he whispered in her ear as she lay her head on his shoulder, “that silly little Squirrel is lucky to have you for a friend and lover. And now you have each other for life, and I have both of you.” Their soft lips met in another hot, tender kiss; her hands glided over his shoulders and back, and his caressed and fondled her thighs and bottom some more.”Master?” she said, once they finally came up for air.”Yes, my pet?””Even though you own us both, would you permit us to marry eventually?” she asked.Frelic smacked her on the ass and laughed, “Of course, dear sister. You and Hansen have such a deep bond, there is no reason why you two couldn’t become lifemates. You make a cute couple together anyway.””Thank-you so much, Master,” she said, giving a heart melting smile and kissing him again, “We’re not ready yet to fully seal the bond, but one of these days…”They were interrupted by the opening of the bathing chamber’s door. Thissle and Karma entered the lounge, with Hansen in tow. Frelic couldn’t help but smile. Hansen looked so cute and submissive as the Rabbit led him on the leash over to the hearth. She presented the Squirrel to Frelic, handing the lead over to the wizard.”Here he is, Boss,” she announced, “Your pet is fresh and clean as a Dragon’s butt.”Hansen couldn’t help but blush at the analogy, and neither could Thissle. Frelic pulled the Squirrel onto his lap with Shaasta, unclasped his leash, and looked him over, while Thissle and Karma burrowed into their shopping packs and pulled out matching buckskin, sleeveless, micro-mini dresses. They held them up against their frontsides to show them off. Frelic and Hansen both nodded their approval.”You girls will turn a lot of heads in those,” Frelic said.”They will turn a lot of tricks too for that matter,” Hansen added.The girls laughed and put the dresses on, “Yes, most likely on both accounts,” manavgat escort bayan Thissle agreed, as they cinched the buckskin minis around the waist with the darker suede belts attached to them. They slowly turned around, modeling their evening wear for Frelic, Hansen, and Shaasta. The dresses were quite form fitting on them, fully accentuating their ample feminine curves, lace-up low cut necklines to show off plenty of cleavage, and just barely long enough to provide modesty in front and back, but also providing a teasing glimpse of the lowermost curves of their naked bottoms when they bent forward.”You girls look fantastic in those,” Frelic complimented them, “It really should be a hot night at Hot Summer Nights tonight with you two prowling about the club, as well as Shaasta in her collar, boots, and tail belt.”Frelic sniffed at the air, as a pleasing, familiar scent filled his nose, “Is that cinnamon that I smell?” he asked.Hansen nodded his head several times, “It sure is, Master,” he confirmed, “Me, Karma, and Thissle, all had cinnamon oil sprayed up our butts after our bath. Care to check it out?” He stood up on the couch and bent over, presenting his bottom for Frelic.The wizard removed the rose again from the Squirrel’s ass and buried his face between the furry cheeks before him. He inhaled the strong scent of cinnamon coming from under his pet’s tail, then slipped his tongue into the tight treasure hole and took a deep taste of the Squirrel’s hot and spicy flavor.”Oh, that’s good,” Frelic said, as he extracted his face from the Furling’s butt and gave him a loving pat on the rear before reinserting the rose. “I want you and Shaasta to have your asses sprayed inside with cinnamon on a regular basis.””A pleasure indeed, Master,” Hansen chittered as he resumed his place on Frelic’s lap, “It feels great, even better than ginger root.””Better than ginger root?” Shaasta repeated, a worried look in her eyes, “You mean it burns?””Of course it burns, silly bird. It wouldn’t be any fun if it didn’t.” He gave Shaasta Escort alanya his most innocent smile while Karma padded back to the bathing chamber. She returned a few seconds later with the spritzer bottle in hand, a fresh applicator attached to its long, flexible tube.Frelic took the bottle, “Stand up, spread your legs, and grab your ankles, Shaasta,” he ordered.She obediently complied, presenting her ass to her brother. Frelic moistened her butthole with his tongue, slid the thick tube up inside her, and gave the spritzer’s bulb four firm squeezes. Shaasta gave a quiet moan as the initially cool mist coated the inner flesh of her rear. By the time Frelic removed the tube from her ass, the cool moistness suddenly became an intense burn. Though nowhere near as painful as gehennite, the liquid fire burning in her bowels was enough to drop her down on all fours, writhing and whimpering loudly.Frelic knelt behind his sister and lovingly massaged her bottom with both hands as the cinnamon oil was absorbed into her rectal wall. Finally, after a couple minutes, the burn faded to a gentle warmth, and she slumped down, chest pressed against the floor and ass in the air. He took a two-handed grip on Shaasta’s butt, spread her cheeks, and slipped his tongue a second time up inside her rear passage.”See, lovebird?” Hansen said. He knelt in front of the girl, put a paw under her chin, and lifted her head to meet his gaze, “that wasn’t so bad now, was it?”Blushing, as her brother probed her ass with his tongue, Shaasta rocked forward and pressed her lips against the Squirrel’s muzzle, “Yes, it was, actually,” she disagreed with him, “But, I’m sure I can eventually get comfortable with it, like I did with the ginger root.”Frelic finished sampling Shaasta’s aft channel; he put the rose back in her and gave her the customary pony slap on the butt. “Perfect,” he declared, “Now for two final matters before I dismiss you to join Thissle and Karma for the evening.” He once again helped her to her feet, sat back down on the couch, and pulled her across his lap.”Thissle,” he said, “bring me my outer belt.”The copper-haired girl padded over to the table in the middle of the room and fetched the leather traveler’s belt for Frelic. He opened one of the larger pouches and withdrew a syringe tipped with a long mithril needle, and a small vial containing a translucent green liquid.

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Rachel decided it was time for me to come out to others more than I ever had. She did some research and found that a meeting for trannies was taking place at a motel just outside the city. She took a room and checked us in, then we had dinner and went to the meeting room. The room was in a large motel suite. We arrived early. Rachel had dressed me and I was definitely ‘out’. I was wearing open-toe wedge sandals, my toes polished pink, a thin sundress with a short skirt mid-thigh, a soft white cami top under it, along with silky white panties. My hair, though not long, was permed and curly, my fingernails polished to match my toes, and she had made me up just a little with light lip gloss the main feature. I was feeling very girly!There were a dozen chairs set in a circle in the middle of the large room, with some couches and chairs behind them, against the wall. Rachel sat on one of the couches and I took a seat on the opposite side of the circle so I could see her. Gradually the circle filled in until there were eight chairs occupied. kumköy escort bayan Some of the men came in with women, and those women also took seats on the couches. One of the women took a seat just behind ‘her man’. The men were in various stages of girly dress. The ages ranged from twenties to what looked like forties, the oldest perhaps fifty or so. They all looked pretty fit, though two were also chubs. The youngest one was in tight jeans and a top showing midriff, my usual femme outfit when I wasn’t all girly. One was in full lady mode, complete with dress, heels, wig, Another was ‘lady at the office’, in a business suit, also stockings and heels. Others were inbetween, with mostly boy clothes but also a bracelet or other small signifier of their genderbent aspiration or status.There was no official facilitator, it seemed. So when the start time arrived and folks seemed settled, I decided to start. “Hi, everyone,” I said. “This is my first time here. So if I’m not supposed to talk first, just let kumköy escort me know and I’m glad to wait.” No one said anything but I had their attention. I got a few smiles and one wave that said ‘go on’. “My name – the one I like – is Jenny or Jennifer. And aside from being girly, I’m very submissive. So sometimes I’m ‘little Jenny’ or ‘jennypout’. And I’m also bi. So I’m actually here with my boss or mommy, who’s over there. I smiled and nodded at Rachel, who smiled back. Everyone turned to at least glance at her, then back to me.I went on. I was nervous but also excited. I had started to have an erection from the time we arrived at the motel, just from contemplating the meeting and being open about my true nature. Every moment since, my arousal had deepened. Already, at this point, I could feel myself hard inside my panties. So I continued.”I also have a strong thing for a woman’s bare feet. When I’m around women and I can see their bare feet, even just toes in an open-toe shoe, or if she dangles a escort kumköy shoe off her foot, or especially if she’s barefoot, I have to look, and I get aroused. What gets me really excited is the thought that somehow she would know this about me and deliberately tease me with her bare feet. That’s how Rachel and I met, acrtually. She somehow knew that about me and used it to capture me.” I smiled at her and she nodded.”Not just looking,” I said, “but imagining she touches me with her feet, on my body, or toes in my mouth, or at my groin. I imagine her making me come that way, and me spurting on her foot, and then me licking my cum off her foot. That’s a really big turn-on for me. And even more exciting,” I said, “is if she knows that I’m a little girly submissive. If she calls me Jenny, if she dresses me in girly clothes, like today. So if you can’t tell already, I’m really hot right now!””I love to play with other sissies,” I said. “And my foot thing is still a turn-on, then, for a nice sissy foot, touching me. If I’m with another sissy, I still like to be the sub one, thinking of myself as a fuckable cocksucking little slut.” I looked around at the group. A few of the guys had their hands down between their legs, touching themselves through their clothes. Seeing this excited me more – I loved the effect I was having on them.

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Making Dreams Come TruePart TwoAs my December college break approached, my mind began to wander from my studies. My feminine side seemed to beckon me. The only catch in my lusty goal to become an exotic dancer was the expectation that Pierre had put forward to me. He wanted me to perform on both Friday and Saturday nights, the two biggest nights at his club.The simple reality that I had two classes on Friday and a five-and-a-half-hour drive to Montreal would definitely require me to adjust. There just wasn’t enough time for me to check in to my hotel, get dressed and made up and then jet off to the club. It seemed quite a whirlwind, so I knew the simple solution. I would cut my Friday classes!I had already had everything organized and packed earlier in the week. I slept fitfully on Thursday night, so I got up early. I put my two girly bags of luggage into my car and wasted no time in driving north to Canada. I was at customs by nine AM. Fortunately, I had minimal difficulty crossing the border. I was in Montreal by noon! It was too early to check in to my hotel so I touched base with Pierre. He answered my call immediately, asking where I was.He seemed thrilled that I was already in town and he graciously invited me to his home. Thankfully my GPS navigation helped me find his street. The West Montreal area where he lived was quite elegant and upscale. I rang the doorbell as my male self. Pierre was quick to answer. He hugged me giving me a kiss on each cheek. Montreal was like being in Europe!He kindly invited me in, making me feel very welcome. We sat opposite each other as he poured me a drink. He asked me about my drive. He knew I had been practicing my dance and asked if my level of confidence for tonight was good. I expressed some doubts but wanted to perform. He knew that public dancing was a first for me. He soon offered me a second drink. I think I was already a bit tipsy already having only snacked for food on the drive.Pierre was so kind and friendly. I was incredibly flattered as he offered me a bedroom for me to stay in – in his home. He showed it to me on the second floor. It Side escort Bayan was really nice, with pretty pink walls and decorated in very modern black and grey accented furnishings. This was far better than most hotel rooms I had ever stayed in. At his suggestion, I called and cancelled my hotel reservation.He suggested we get my things and he took me outside and he showed me a better space to park my car. He then helped me by carrying my two bags for me! Even though I was my guy self, he made me feel taken care of. He took my bags up into the bedroom as I sat and sipped my drink.He came down and we sat again. I expressed my nervousness about the evening and my choreography. I did explain that I felt good about my routine and that I felt that though it may not seem super professional, it would, hopefully, be entertaining. “Do you want to show me, Cari?” Pierre asked with a genuine sense of sincerity. I smiled and was honestly excited by his question. “Yes, if you can give me time to get made up and ready, I’d like your opinion, Pierre,” I said enthusiastically.He showed me upstairs again showing me a large bathroom adjoining my room. It was modern and stylish with a big jet tub. The wall was highlighted by mirrors that were wide, tall, and lighted, perfect for doing my make-up. Pierre asked me if I was hungry and said he would order some Mandarin food for us. Already I felt so quite comfortable with Pierre. He seemed like such a gentleman. I was truly excited about getting made up and showing him my dance routine!He also was comfortable with me. He said I was a quite handsome young man and I guessed that he was perhaps gay or bisexual. I blushed, knowing that the owner of an LGBT club had at least either seen or experienced some very interesting things in his lifetime! His acceptance of diverse things was obvious, given his ownership of the alternative nightclub and the like he had shown for me when we had first met.I had already shaven my body smoothly the night before and did a quick touch-up with the razor to my face. I applied my make-up using all Escort manavgat the many tricks that I had learned over the last two years of being out in public. I finished my now very pretty face with a dark shade of bright red lipstick and quickly brushed out my shoulder length and recently bleached blonde hair. I felt great and looked like a quite sexy girl, at least to myself and my reflection.My outfit was almost ridiculous in both function and appearance. It was nothing but a green-coloured minimalistic harness that exposed my entire body including my breasts. Barely covering my seven inches of male-hood, I certainly had to tuck myself to appear all female. I took some of the stretchy medical tape that I took for this purpose and did my best to tape my hardness between my legs in concert with the tiny panty bottom of the outfit.I looked at my incredibly sexy and suggestive reflection. I was now implicitly aware that I would be virtually naked in front of a man that I really didn’t know in but a few seconds. I was going to dance in front of him, ending my routine in a nearly naked state. I think I knew how this might end. I’d be lying if I wasn’t being a little hopeful as well! I found Pierre attractive the minute we had met a month ago. His handsome face, perfectly tailored suits and refined elegance had me very smitten with him!I then took a black, waist-length and tight-fitting tapered jacket, putting it over my almost purely nude body as a teasing cover-up. I didn’t want to be completely forward! I turned the music selection that I had chosen on my phone and danced a few notes. I smiled at my reflection, feeling excitement and happiness. It was time, and Pierre had me feeling both comfortable and confident in myself. I added some elegant perfume as I giggled to myself! I was now very excited to dance in front of Pierre!In my five-inch high heels and my show outfit, I carefully paraded down the stairs. My lithe body felt incredulously feminine. I felt naughty too. Realizing that was probably hoping for more than just dancing for Pierre, I used my alanya escort most overt and sexy sway and walk towards him. He was waiting and sitting in the large living room. His smiling face had me feeling rather proud of myself. Pierre’s first words had me blushing. “You look so hot and so sexy Cari! You are such eye candy that they’ll love you for sure, pretty girl!” He said enthusiastically.Blushing further, I turned on my music on my phone.  My dance was a blur as I was soon seductively tossing my jacket midway in my dance, leaving my writhing, flowing body in near-complete nakedness. I was lost in the femininity and joy of my sensual ballet-like swaying. I finished with a flair with both hands over my head and then concluded with a cute, almost shy curtsey. I was being enthusiastically applauded! “Bravo” Exclaimed Pierre. I was grinning from ear to ear. There was now no doubt that my routine was adequate!Pierre stood, came over to me and he hugged me. “Perfect,” he said. My coat was long gone following my striptease and I was virtually naked against him. I was smitten. I was suddenly feeling inflamed and even crazed. Instinctually I went to my knees. I looked up at his handsome face and rubbed his crotch! I almost couldn’t believe my forwardness. I felt so sexy and I was now in such need. I felt hardness beneath his pants! His wide-eyed smile told me everything was about to be even more than okay!I unzipped his suit Pants. I was perhaps too eager and too hasty but I had been subliminally thinking about him for weeks. Becoming a dancer had been my goal, but I knew that right now, I most surely wanted him! I never met a man who would walk away from me now. I was certainly confident now! I found his shorts and felt his hardness. He helped, exposing his huge, thick, pre-cum oozing manhood as I was wide-eyed. It was stunning in length, thickness and shape.I was rather greedy you might say. In seconds, I had him in my lips and mouth. I was voracious. My behaviour was much like that of a person who had been wandering the desert without water for days! He tasted incredibly good. His size, thickness and large mushroom-shaped cock head is just the kind of challenge I love! He was thick, at least eight inches long and his oversized cockhead was soon at the back of my throat. I heard him groaning and now I was enthusiastically taking the lead in one of my favourite traditional dances!

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I’d moved my print shop to a new location across town recently for a cheaper and more long-term lease. One of my first customers at the new place was a guy named Gerry. As we spoke, I found out that he was the owner of a small business as well. Gerry was a cabinetmaker and created some primo custom-built cabinetry. He’d come in to get some updated cards and stationery and wanted something with a little more pizazz than his former printer offered.We spoke for some time, and I threw out a few suggestions, including using pictures of his work as the background. During our back and forth, I found out that we were the same age and both single once again. Our conversation continued far longer than my usual client interaction because we seemed to have a lot in common. Another hour later, we knew each other’s life story, and I could see us becoming good friends.When he realized how long he’d been there, he apologetically took his leave. I told him not to worry and that I’d had a good time getting to know him. After I watched him walk out the door, a feeling of infatuation washed over me. I couldn’t explain it other than we seemed so similar, and it was so easy to talk to him.The following day, I put together the proofs and emailed them to Gerry. He enthusiastically approved them with a phone call. While talking, he asked, “So, Jim, how long will it take to get everything done?””Well, the business cards will take the longest because they are four-color process. However, I can have the letterhead and envelopes to you in a day or two.””Don’t worry about that. Just let me know when it’s all done, and I’ll swing by and pick it all up at once.””Okay, then I’ll see you in a few days. Have a good week!” I offered a bit too excitedly.After getting off the phone, I felt like an idiot for getting so excited about seeing him again. But, rather than feel foolish for my giddy behavior on the phone, I put that energy into doing my best work for him.It was only two days later that I had everything finished for Gerry. I decided to drop it off to him since I had to run a few other errands anyway. I pulled up to his address and found that he had a substantial building alongside his home. I parked the car and headed inside the building’s entrance. The first room was a small office area. On the desk, there was a sign that read, ‘Please Press Button to Ring Bell.’ In parentheses below, it stated, ‘Do Not Enter Workshop Alone!’ As I read the sign, I heard some sort of heavy equipment running back in the shop. I pressed the button a couple of times and noticed no interruption in the machinery noise. Approaching the door to the workshop, I found that it was unlocked. Pushing it open a little, I glanced toward the sound and saw a woman hunched over one of the machines.  The fact that it was a woman didn’t throw me so much as that she was wearing a short blue-jean skirt with nude-colored stockings and heels. She had terrific legs that had just the right amount of muscle tone. I always disliked the skinny legs on girls depicted in all the clothing ads. Gerry was a lucky guy to have a woman like that working with him.I didn’t want Escort Side to yell and startle her, so I pulled the door closed and tried the bell once again. After waiting another minute or two, I placed the items on the desk and wrote a short note.  Sorry I missed you, Gerry. I was in the neighborhood and decided to drop everything off. Call me with any questions or concerns. Thanks, Jim.Driving back to my shop, I felt a little disappointed that I didn’t get to spend any time talking to Gerry. But as I pulled into my parking space, my mind wandered back to the sexy legs of his assistant. I imagined him moving in behind her as raising that skirt to find a bare leaking snatch just ready for the taking.Walking back into my shop, my mind continued to stray as I imagined it was me moving in behind his assistant and taking her vigorously. Shutting off the equipment while slipping my hand up her inner thigh until I reached her stocking tops. Lightly grazing that soft, smooth skin just below her entrance. Pushing her torso down and watching the skirt rising to expose her plump derriere, left exposed by her black lace thong.In my mind, my hands gripped and fondled her smooth, inviting ass. I could hear her breathing becoming erratic as I continued to caress those meaty globes. As my hand pushed the thong aside and tickled her pucker, the phone rang, breaking my trance. Looking down, I realized that both of my hands were in my crotch with my pants open. Even my underwear was pushed aside as I cradled my sack in one hand while stroking myself with the other.I grabbed the phone on the fourth ring as I struggled to cover myself. “Hello,” I offered as I picked up the receiver.”Hey, Jim. This is Gerry. Did I catch you at a bad time?”Realizing that I must sound as irritated as I was, I calmed down and answered, “No, just a little frazzled. Does everything look good?””You know that you didn’t need to drop my things off, but yes, it looks better than good! Did you ring the bell or just leave the boxes on my desk?””Both, actually. I tried the bell a couple of times but got no answer.””Again, sorry I wasn’t here to pay you and go over things in person. How about I swing by your shop around six, and we can go have a beer. That way, I can pay you and thank you in person for your great work.””Sure, that sounds good. I do have a confession to make, though. After trying the bell a couple of times, I broke the rules and tried the workshop door.””It was locked, right?””Actually, no, it wasn’t. But, I have to say that your assistant has spectacular legs! I hope that’s not too inappropriate to say.””Not at all. I’m sure she’d be flattered by your comment. She’s not at all prissy and wouldn’t be offended.””If it’s not too bold of me to ask, are you hitting that?””Well, let’s just say it’s complicated.””Okay, I get the message.””We can talk a little more about that tonight, but I gotta get back to work, or I’ll never get done.””Okay, see you later.”After hanging up, I followed Gerry’s advice and got back to work too. I’d rather that than sitting around thinking about those fantastic stocking-clad manavgat escort legs of his assistant. Even with keeping myself busy, my mind kept picturing what I should have done to her.I got to a good stopping point in my work and glanced at the clock to see that it was five-thirty. Having several invoices to print, I headed for my desk to get started. The time raced by as I clambered away on the keyboard. Startled out of my focus, I turned to see Gerry walking into my shop.”Hey Jim, are you close to being done for the night?””Yes! An hour at the desk is far too long for me.””I understand what you’re saying. I hate paperwork more than anything, but we don’t get paid without it, do we?””No, we don’t. Speaking of which, here is your bill.”Gerry sat and wrote me a check while I closed out the computer and then walked around the shop to make sure everything was put away. With everything stored and his check written, I stuck it in the safe, and we headed out the door.”So, where are we going?” I inquired.”It’s a little family-owned place just a couple of blocks away, so I figured that we’d just walk. Is that okay with you?””Sure, that sounds great! Do they have any food cause I’m starving?””Yes, they make a thick juicy burger that reminds you of grilling on charcoal.””Sounds delicious!” I practically bellowed as we headed down the deserted sidewalk. Gerry laughed at my reply as he led me into the busy small tavern.”Do you want to sit at the bar?” Gerry questioned.”It seems kind of loud over there. How about a booth over in the corner where it will be easier to talk. I’d really like to get to know you better,” I suggested and suddenly realized that it was precisely what I’d say to a woman on a date.Realizing my embarrassment, Gerry piped in with, “That sounds great! I’d like to get to know you better as well,” as he placed his hand on my shoulder in a friendly guy sort of way. He then pulled me toward a corner booth in the furthest corner of the place.We both slid all the way across our seats as if we were making room for a girlfriend or spouse. We noticed our maneuvers simultaneously and chuckled. “I guess it’s just an old habit,” I submitted.”Yeah, we’re just a couple of old trained seals. Obedient for life and unable to change.””I’m afraid that you’re probably right about that, Gerry. But, I’d certainly like to be able to try something new.”I was looking at the menu as I made that statement. Raising my eyes afterward, I could swear that I saw a wicked little twinkle in Gerry’s eyes. Although he turned quickly to acknowledge the attractive young waitress approaching our table. The thought lingered in my mind as he ordered for himself.I fleetingly imagined it was Gerry dressed in woman’s clothes and bent over the equipment in his shop. I was moving my hands up his thighs and once again shut off the machine. My free hand was now moving above the stockings and caressing his smooth and bare ass. As I moved my second hand up, I began compressing his firm cheeks with both hands. Moving closer to the cleft, I bumped a protrusion with both of my thumbs.As I attempted alanya escort bayan to move his g-string, Gerry ‘Ahem’d’ me rather loudly. Feeling quite flustered at my thoughts and the depth of my daydream, I blushed deeply.  “Oh, crap. Sorry about that. I just was thinking about something at work for a moment. Okay, I’ll have a Miller Lite and a bacon cheeseburger medium with fries.””Okay, I’ll be right back with your drinks,” the waitress offered as she turned away.Still feeling quite disconcerted, I realized that my cock was still very hard, and there was a small wet spot showing in my jeans. Fortunately, no one else could see either. To make doubly sure, I unfolded my napkin and place it on my lap just before the waitress returned with our drinks.After she delivered our drinks and moved on, Gerry lifted his up to toast. I followed his lead as he submitted, “Here’s to the beginning of what I’m sure will be a great friendship.”As our glasses clinked, I added somewhat subconsciously, “And so much more.”Gerry smiled that evil little grin again as we both tilted our glasses back and slurped away. I seemed to be in a constant state of mortification as I replayed my last comment repeatedly in my mind. Attempting to stall my reinvolvement in any sort of conversation, I slowly drained my glass completely. Gerry just watched as my eighteen-ounce beer vanished before his eyes.I put the glass back on the table and kept my eyes low. After a long pause, Gerry said, “There is no need to feel any embarrassment with me. I’m in the same position as you. We both seem to need a friend that knows what we’ve gone through and isn’t uneasy about talking about it all. I hope that we can be that for each other. I know that I could use a close and understanding friend in my life after all the abuse I’ve taken at the hands of women.”Trying to lighten the conversation, I burst out with, “So I guess that means that you’re not hitting your assistant with the sexy legs?””No, I’m not. But, you’d be surprised by what you’d find if you mess with that one.””Ah, so she’s not one to mess with?” I questioned.”Well, let’s just say that I’m sure she’d love the attention but is not everyone’s cup of tea.”Just about then, the waitress appeared with our food and another beer for me. Addressing Gerry, she asked, “Would you like another Coke, sir?””No, thank you,” Gerry replied before she turned and walked away.The conversation stopped as we both dug into our burgers. I took a few more chugs of my beer to wash down the food that I was inhaling.  “So, what do you think of the burgers?” Gerry inquired.Having just taken another bite, I mumbled, “They’re yummy.”Gerry started to laugh at my awkward reply, and after gulping down my food, I joined in. We got to snickering so hard that Gerry accidentally knocked his phone off of the table. He bent down to get it but fumbled it in his greasy hands and then couldn’t reach it at all.Sitting back up, he appealed, “Do you think you can reach it? I can’t quite get to it, now that I bumped it further toward you.”Wiping my mouth and shaking out my arms like a man to the rescue, I commanded, “Stand back and watch me work.” I slipped my head under the tabletop to try and find it. Gerry had managed to drop his phone into the corner on my side. Unable to reach it while still seated, I slid down onto my hands and knees. Upon retrieving it, I promptly bumped my head on the table bottom.

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It was wrong, she knew it was even while she planned it. Married for over seven years Ritty had never been completely satisfied. It didn’t help that Jake stayed out of town most of those years. His job made him travel constantly, leaving her home all alone night after night, week after week. She thought back to when she had started her new job. When she became good friends with her boss it helped take her mind off the long nights by herself. What had started out as two lonely friends hanging out had escalated into something she never would have imagined. It was all innocent at first. They would cook dinner together, watch movies, go shopping, do everything together. Do all those things that best friends do. Till the night they both got drunk at a party and one thing lead to another. They woke the next morning in each others arms. Ritty shivered at the memory of their hot passionate sex they made again that morning. From then on they didn’t deny themselves the pleasure of one another’s bodies. Only feed it like oxygen to flame. It had been different at work, she couldn’t deny that. There had been more tension at first worrying about the coworkers catching on. No one did and before long they had become a perfect team. They breezed through projects, gained new clients and under it all their passion and secret blazed. She lived in fear that any day would be their last. Just one time of Jake coming home or a coworker finding out and it would all end. She had decided a long time ago to ride it out and see what happened. Live for today and worry about tomorrow when it got there. Ritty had been cleaning all day, prepping the house and herself for their evening together. Jake had called earlier in the day to check in. He was still several hundred miles away and not due home for another week. She could tell he missed her when they chatted. He never wanted to end the conversation, clinging to her till she had to lie to get off the phone. She knew he loved her as much as she loved him. She had never doubted his love, but that didn’t change the fact he was never home. She wasn’t sure if she regretted what she was doing. She had found out more about herself in the last few months then she ever would have imagined. It had opened her up in so many ways. She felt loved, adored, even needed now. To have someone in your arms to hold at night, whisper in their ear, kiss along their neck till they shivered in ecstasy. She missed that with him, needed it. She had found it again. Even though it was forbidden and would inevitably be short lived she would savor it for all Rus Escort izmir it was worth for as long as she could. A pair of headlights flashed through the living room window. Shadows danced along the walls under the bright lights. It surprised Ritty how much she still reacted when that car showed up. Heart thudding and breathless with excitement she almost ran to the door and opened it. She watched as her boss came walking up to the door. Taking the bouquet of flowers she leaned forward and kissed deeply, passionately. It was past ten and her neighborhood went to bed when the sun went down. Knees weak and lightheaded from the embrace she looked up. “I’m glad you made it Lacey. How did things go with the ex today?”They made their way into the living room where Lacey plopped down on the couch, sighing she laid her head back and closed her eyes. Ritty continued on into the kitchen and grabbed a vase for the flowers. Placing it on the table she returned to the living room and sat down beside Lacey. She knew she had to be exhausted but she never saw it on her, just sensed it. Taking a deep breath she started her rambling. “ I don’t understand it. What part of I don’t want to be with you can be so confusing. I have told him time and again I don’t want his lies or his excuses or his dangerous life anymore. Yeah I knew what I was getting into when we decided to go steady but when me and my family started getting threats then I’m out. I don’t need that bullshit falling down on us. If he wants to risk his life for his fucking titty bar then so be it. I’m not. He can shove that bar and all his gangsta friends up his royal american ass.” “Whoa whoa wait a minute.“ Ritty broke in.“ What is going on? Who is threatening you? Antonio runs a and I quote titty bar?” She was confused. Lacey had never told her this much before.Lacey bit her lip, unsure if she had revealed to much maybe. Whatever was bothering her she hoped it wouldn’t follow her. “ When me and Antonio got together I found out he owned Richard’s Treasures. Have you heard of it? Its on the other side of town.” She waited while Ritty thought about it and nodded her recognition. “ Well not long after we got together I found out some other good jollies. His partner had become associated with some rather nasty people. He had borrowed thousands of dollars to pay off his gambling debt and used the club as leverage. Antonio knew of it and was helping him straighten it all out. Until his idiot partner went and shot one of their men. Any hope of saving the club or the izmir otele gelen escort owed money went out the window and his partner killed himself. They came after us. They almost killed me twice. We left for two years. The boss was eventually killed and we returned. He got the club back and I got my business back but by then the damage was done. I live in fear every day that it will start up again. I left him six months ago, right after we returned. Around the same time me and you meet. I don’t want that life anymore. I don’t want him. The bastard just wont give up.” She sat back on the couch exasperated by the whole tale. Ritty sat opened mouth on the couch, shocked beyond belief. All this time who would have know that Lacey had been mixed up in shit that deep. “That’s some heavy shit. I always sensed something mysterious about you. But never that!!” As scary as it all sounded Ritty couldn’t help thinking it was hot. All that adrenaline and danger mixed together like an intoxicating drink. No wonder Lacey had balls of steel when it came to the competition, to people. She knew how to twist the dagger to get exactly what she wanted out of the helpless victims. She had seen her at their conferences, she was ruthless. “ I only hope its done and over with. I don’t need anymore drama in my life right now.” She reached over and grazed her fingers along Ritty’s collar bone. Ritty shivered at the feather light touch. Picking Laceys hand up she traced her tongue along her slender fingers, nipping at the manicured tips. Lacey leaned forward on the couch and grabbed a fist full of her hair. Roughly she pulled her in for a kiss. More demanding then the one outside. Their tongues danced, jewelry clicking against each other in their fight for supremacy. Releasing Rittys hair Lacey slid her hand between them cupping Rittys tender breast. Massaging it till the hard nipple strained through the thin cotton of her T-shirt. Moving her mouth down she took in between her teeth and nibbled. Ritty moaned as she licked till the wetness of the material hid no detail. Ritty fisted Laceys hair. Lacey only continued teasing and sucking her nipples. Reaching to take her shirt off Ritty stopped her. “Lets go to the bedroom. I have a surprise for you.” Lacey looked a little frustrated but stood up and held out her hand for Ritty. She knew the house as well as Ritty and lead her down the hallway to the closed bedroom door. She stood aside and let Ritty open it. Ritty had worked for at least an hour in here getting it ready. Rose petals Buca escort bayan coated the room, soft music echoed and a stick of vanilla incense still burned on the mantle of the lit fireplace. The warm light flickered and flowed around the small space. “Its beautiful, I cant believe you did all this for me.” Lacey’s smile, the desire in her eyes was all the encouragement she needed. Ritty pushed her onto the velvetted bed, falling on top of her. They laughed as they embraced and started kissing. As they kissed Lacey undressed Ritty. The shirt landed inches from the fire place, shorts the end of the bed and the underwear she didn’t know or care. She did the same with Lacey. Scattering her clothes throughout the room heedless where they landed. Naked and kissing they let their hands roam free. They knew what turned each other on. Lacey ran her nails down Ritty’s body. Shivers shook her while she bit and licked Lacey’s neck and shoulders. They teased and tortured each other. Leaving the heaven of her lovers mouth Ritty kissed her way down her creamy skin. She teased her Laceys nipples between her thumb and forefinger as she continued her slow path south. Lacey moaned and arched her body. Pressing her body so she could feel more, opening herself for Ritty. Ritty would not be rushed. She slowly and steadily kissed and licked till she was inches from the junction at her thighs. All around it she touched, she breathed hot air over it, gently kissed around it. Feather light touches that had Lacey moaning and fisting Ritty’s hair. She tried to pull her closer but Ritty only held back more. Opening her legs wide Ritty traced her tongue up and down the crease, her tongue barely touching the smooth lips. Licking below it she teased her perineum, licking then blowing it with her cool breath. Lacey was trembling, moaning and thrashing her head. Juices were starting to trickle out of her wet pussy, Ritty wouldn’t allow that sweet nectar to go to waste. She ran her tongue up the tight passage. Lightly at first. That only lasted a couple seconds. Ritty wanted more.Lacey cried out as she felt Rittys tongue. “Oh yes…more please I want more”Warm and rough, probing and demanding more. Ritty held nothing back. She licked she sucked she gently nibbled on every inch of Laceys exposed pussy. Lacey cried and thrashed and held on to the sheets and Rittys hair for all she was worth. The room spun, colors scattered behind her closed eyes. She was losing all control as she let the sensations wash over her. Laceys cries only added to Rittys passion. She knew she was getting Lacey close. Her sweet juice flowed constantly covering her mouth, her nose. She had to gasp for breath to keep from drowning in her lovers pool. “I don’t think your wet enough. We need to fix that” Bringing two fingers up to Laceys mouth she let her lick them, suck them till they were wet and slick with her saliva.

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