Diary of a fledgling dominatrix
Tuesday, 9/17
“My man is away on business and I am very horny,” I tell Maria my much younger and very attractive hairdresser.
I enjoy telling my girlfriends, especially my hairdresser about my sex life. They are fascinated when I tell them about the second man I have around once a month while my partner watches and joins in.
My old friend Judith from way back who I had not seen for a few years phoned me to tell me she was in town staying in the local five-star hotel. She asked if I would like to call in and say hello for coffee on Saturday at two.
I had forgotten just how attractive Judith was. At forty-five, the same as me, size 12-14, honey blond hair, slightly taller than average and bordering on voluptuous, she still had what it takes to turn heads, be it male or female.
two high schoolers go their own way only to meet up 9 years later and realize they still love each other.
I came back to life thanks to my son. It was quite inadvertent and I didn’t even know I was dead. I was a thirty seven year old widow who hadn’t had sex in four years; I had even stopped masturbating. I was a mess…
In the morning Jake and I had made love again. We dressed and were kissing goodbye. He held me between his hands and said, “I have another proposition for you. There’s a man, a business associate.” He’d also secreted another stack of ten $100 bills in my purse. God, I’d been paid for sex twice now. A year ago and today. A married woman. A MILF I guess they would have called me. God, oh God. [I understand she saw several customers before this event, but I decided to compress the story a bit.]
Author’s prologue: This story is pure fantasy and none of the characters exist, nor has any of the events taken place. The story, in whole or in part may not be reproduced without the consent of the publisher.
This is my first written story so feel free to leave your feedback in the comments.
Her tits rose up then flopped down onto her round belly causing Tina’s tit milk to leak from her nipples and trickle down over her belly. / The girls were kissing each other as l fucked Karen then she arched her back, l gave a hard thrust and began filling her with a hot sticky load. / She had to stand in the shower with her legs apart so l could see her pussy lips open and her golden flow trickle out.
I have been staying in a luxurious five-star hotel with wonderful harbour views and lovely gourmet meals. However, despite the luxury I am very horny and longing for a sexual encounter.
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So this is where it all started, where my obsessive cravings began and turned me into the depraved person that I am. I have no morals, no self worth but I don’t care, I like what I am doing and enjoy the satisfaction is gives me. The following are excerpts from my diary as I start my adult life.
Things are going backward?
weve always been horny fuckers.
I have never felt anything like that before.
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A diary that keeps all the naughty things she did behind her husband. Her first entry starts on her wedding day. Enjoy! Oh and please do comment and vote. Thanks! :)If this story received more than 85% positive vote I might do a series.
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I was robbed of more than just my possessions
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