Carla turned the cold water up a little as she finished rinsing off in th e shower. Her body tingled with excitement as her mind wandered over the sexual possibilities that this night would bring. It had been so long since she had submitted to a Dominant and gave herself so freely. (See “Scorcher,” 2001)
There is a beautiful, transcendent clarity that comes immediately with orgasm and endures for only a few seconds afterward. Complete satisfaction. Emptiness, in a pleasant way, of lust, desire, thought even. You don’t think thoughts, you just see naked Truth and Reality. You can see for miles, perceiving things in the gestalt. It’s pure zen.
It will be raining today. Heavy clouds can be seen. The man who stood alone waiting has his raincoat under his arm. He was an overweight, middle aged man, his hair already balding and profusely sweating. Impatient, he walked to and fro in front of the building. Five minutes late already…they would pay for it…deeply.
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Cynthia flushed. Her heart leapt and she found herself short of breath. She had just finished getting ready for church. This was the first time that she had gone to church with Jeff and she had been a little surprised when he had asked her. They had not been going steady very long, but there
We’re finally here, I thought to myself as we pulled into the parking lot of an adult bookstore a few miles from our house. Jean, my twenty-eight year old wife, had been asking questions about it for some time now. She wanted to know what was in there, who was in there, what went on
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