My Friend’s Bachelorette Party
My friend Janie was getting married. Our friend Annie invited all of us girls over to her house for a wild bachelorette party she was throwing for Janie. It turned out to be a very interesting evening.
The night started out with food and drinks, then we played some games, and Janie opened all her presents. Then two gorgeous male strippers showed up. By the time they showed up we had all had a little to drink and were ready to get wild. The two guys started out by devoting their attention to Janie since she was the guest of honor. Janie was a little shy and did not like all the attention. Soon they decided to move on to the other guests. Drake, the tall, dark, muscle bound stripper took one side of the room and the other stripper, Ryan took my side of the room. Ryan was shorter but had more rippling muscles than Drake and he looked like a nice all American guy while Drake looked more dangerous.
The guys were much more daring and devoted more personal attention to us then they would have if we were at a club. At first I was quite shocked to see them lifting up shirts and doing body shots off of the girls. They were also giving very intimate lap dances. A few of the girls that were already married declined the personal attention. Out of shyness I almost declined too, but decided why not? I was young and single and deserved to have I some fun.
Ryan made his way to me and gave me a very personal lap dance which I am sure made me blush as bright red as the shirt I was wearing. He whispered sweet things in my ear as he rubbed himself against me. Then he moved down my body and pulled me into a laying position on the sofa. He undid my jeans and lifted up my shirt. He use a spray can of whip cream and made a trail between my breasts, across my stomach, down to the top of my underwear. He trailed his tongue across my chest and stomach licking the whip cream and sending shivers throughout my body. By the time he was done I was more” than a little turned on.
They guys wrapped up their show and gathered all their things together then sat down and hung out with us. After a little while they went upstairs to get dressed and cleaned up. I needed to use the restroom so I went upstairs after them. I was standing in front of the mirror fixing my make up when the bathroom door that was connected to the bedroom opened. Ryan walked in.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t know anyone was in here.”
“That’s okay, I was just fixing my makeup and hair and cleaning the rest of the whip cream off my stomach,” I said “Yeah, that’s what I need to do. I’m all sticky too.” I should have just turned around and walked out but for some reason I didn’t. Ryan stood there with just a pair of jeans on that were zipped but not fastened I watched him wash his chiseled chest and his six pack abs. He was gorgeous and I suddenly wanted him real bad I was normally very shy and couldn’t imagine making the first move, especially not with a stranger. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe I just felt bold, but on that night I went for it.
“I bet with this job you have a lot of women hit on you,” I said to him.
“Yeah, sometimes, it comes with the territory,” he replied
“So do you sleep with women that you perform for?” I asked.
“No, I try not to mix business with pleasure.” he said with a dazzling smile. Damn, I thought, that probably means I didn’t have a chance with him but his smile said otherwise.
“What would you say if I said I wanted to have sex with you?”
He looked surprised and asked, “Right here? Right now?”
“Yeah, why not?” I said and he smiled giving me a go ahead look. I dropped to my knees in front of him, unzipping his jeans and removing his erection from his underwear. I licked his hard cock up and down then took it into my mouth. I sucked hungrily until I saw his knees shake and he leaned back to steady himself against the counter top. I stood up, removing my shirt and tossing it to the floor. I undid my bra and let it fall to the ground. He kicked off his jeans and underwear as I slid down my jeans and thong adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor.
Ryan moved toward me and pulled me into a passionate embrace. He hungrily kissed my lips and nuzzled against my hair and neck. He picked me up off the ground and turned us around planting my butt on top of the counter. His lips pressed against mine again. Then he began to trail his tongue down my body. This time there was no clothing in the way as his lips brushed against my hard nipples. His tongue circled them, teasing them to erection as he nibbled and sucked on them, going back and forth between them. He kept my breasts cupped in his large hands as his mouth worked its way down my body, stopping to tease my belly button then moving between my thighs.
His hands spread my legs open wider as he moved his face between them. He gently kissed my inner thighs, and then he kissed my outer lips. His tongue slid inside me sending heat rushing through my body and making my head spin. His swirling tongue danced and dipped, softly flicking against my clit then plunging inside hot folds of flesh. I could feel a climax building inside me just as he slid a finger deep inside my pussy, driving me over the edge. I thrust against his mouth, wrapping my legs around him. I exploded with a soft moan.
Ryan moved away from me for a moment and rummaged around in his bag for something. When he pulled out a small square wrapper I realized it was a condom. Good, I thought, I didn’t even have one if he had one. He tore it out of the package and rolled it onto his long shaft. He eased back between my legs and pressed the tip of his penis against me then easily penetrated my hot wetness. He went deeper with every thrust. I was dizzy with ecstasy. My hands gripped his broad shoulders and caressed the bulging muscles on his arms. He smelled so good as I kissed and nibbled on his neck. I reached out with my foot and kicked the toilet seat down. I told him to take a seat. He sat down and I hopped off the counter. I straddled him pressing my breasts into his face as I impaled myself on his hard cock. I rode him hard until I climaxed on him again. While kissing his sensual lips I felt him quiver and his cock go rigid inside me. He moaned against my lips and I knew he had come.
He held me for a few minutes then I gingerly separated myself from him as held the base of the condom. We cleaned up and got dressed Then I opened the door to walk out My friend Karen was standing there waiting to use the restroom. She gave us a knowing smile as she watched us walk out together. I didn’t care if she told everyone. I had nothing to be ashamed of and I was quite proud of myself for finally taking some initiative to get what I wanted.
Before he left Ryan gave me his card with his home and cell phone numbers written on the back. He kissed me goodbye and asked me to call him. I never did that one night was all I needed from him.
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Lunch with V
V was in London for two days and had asked if we could meet for an evening.
The timing wasn’t right for me . . . but he asked if we could at least meet for lunch on Thursday.
After such a difficult and stressful three weeks of demanding clients and unrealistic schedules and budgets it was lovely just to get out of the office for an hour. Just walking the few streets to the cafe, I realised I hadn’t actually taken a proper lunch break away from my desk for two weeks.
V was charming and just so lovely to talk to. We chatted about all the financial stresses that the last few months had brought on all businesses, but particularly on our own. He’d had to make this hurried visit at such short notice just because of those pressures and talked of more difficult times to come.
Just to talk to someone new, away from the office environment, was refreshing and calming. I told V that J does his best to listen to my rants and moans each evening when I get home from the office (though I wish he’d help more with meals and the children’s homework!!!), but I don’t think anyone can really understand the pressures unless you know the situations.
V did actually talk a little more about his own family and home life. I’d never liked to ask too much before . . . so it was nice that he was just opening-up and volunteering the information. I was telling him how it must be nice to be able to get away and visit different countries and different cities so regularly . . . he was telling me how nice it must be to have a stable and regular home life. So just talking about how we each have things that we take for granted, put our envy of the others lifestyle in perspective. Isn’t it so true that the “grass always looks greener on the other side” yet often the reality is that we should be more thankful for the things we have got . . . and possibly worked so hard on to achieve.
I really enjoyed our lunch. I felt much more at ease with him than I had on our previous meetings where, despite what had happened on those occasions, I’d always left feeling still slightly nervous or unsure of myself, as though I was somehow inferior, or perhaps even being used, because of who I worked for, rather than just being liked for who I am.
In our business meetings, and even in our “personal” meetings, I’d always felt slightly over-awed by his presence and, I suppose, suspicious of his motives. Now, as we kissed and said our goodbyes, I felt much more his equal, and much more that perhaps he actually wanted to see me as a person, rather than just as client/customer. I realise this sounds silly, given what had happened between us before (particularly on our last meeting during Wimbledon), but although I can’t properly explain it in words, I KNOW what I mean . . .
. . . and he does really seem a nice, and caring man. He is back in London at the end of October and I have promised to meet him again then.
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Sexual Power For Women Chapter 9
Getting a man to accept sexual slavery is easier in a new and uncommitted relationship than in an established and committed one. When the relationship is new, he’s turned on to you, concerned about pleasing you, probably in love with you. You don’t have to overcome established patterns of interaction that are inconsistent with female domination, and he’s encouraged by the thought that if the experiment goes badly, he can cut his losses and flee. [Read more]
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Bad Day . . . Bad Night
S had called several times since he’d returned from holiday and we’d arranged to meet on Wednesday evening straight from work.
As the week had begun with the Bank Holiday our previous day had begun with catch-up items from the previous weeks meetings and project schedules but had passed-by uneventually. I’d arrived at the office in the morning feeling in good spirits having chatted to S on the phone as I’d walked from the station and arranging to meet him in Islington as he was working in the area for the week. My day changed almost immediately though as I was asked to bring all the files of one of our current projects to the Directors office. The client was unhappy with progress and the campaign so far and why hadn’t I kept them up-to-date with problems and complaints. As in fact I hadn’t been aware of the client’s dissatisfaction I was caught completely unawares and mystified and upset that my own team hadn’t communicated any such issues.
In any campaign there are inevitably changes, concerns and unrealistic schedules but I wasn’t aware of any of these with this particular project and with my embarrassment (and inner anger with my colleagues) I felt myself stuttering and floundering from one sentence to the next. I had never felt so upset and lost in such a situation before and left the meeting feeling that my confidence had been completely shattered. I had to detour to the washroom to stop myself shaking and compose myself before returning to my own office.
The rest of the day flashed by in emergency-recovery mode with all of the team pouring out all their arguments and disagreements. No breaks, no lunch, just arguments, emails and telephone calls. I was shattered and as well as not needing the pressure of having to leave “on-time” I just didn’t feel in the mood . . . I even quickly called J to say I felt I would really have to call the meeting off. But he said that S would probably have already booked a room, and that I would be fine, and probably even “needed an exciting evening” !
I waited for S at the Angel Tube as agreed and became further annoyed when he called to say he was running late as he had to move his car from his temporarily allocated spot and find on-street parking, which was proving difficult. He eventually arrived and we walked the short distance to the restaurant he’d suggested. I knew we were supposed to be chatting about our respective holidays . . . but I launched into the events of my day and spent the rest of the meal just blurting on and on about what had happened. S was, as he always is, the perfect listener and just kept topping-up my wine and offering words of comfort and advice. I knew I wasn’t being the best of company and was picking at my food . . . but just being able to talk about things helped my frame of mind and the subject eventually changed to his holiday and the children’s exam results which we’d all collected during the previous week.
I was feeling much happier as we walked to the car and started our journey to our, by now, regular hotel. I joked that we were virtually passing our front doors to drive to the hotel. S asked if I wanted just to go home, and I thought I could sense a hint of annoyance in his voice, so I tried to stop making any more silly comments for the rest of the journey. I was also conscious that I’d drunk almost the whole of the wine (as he was driving) and that perhaps I was just a little “tipsy”.
When we got to our room I tried to be assertive and responsive as we sat on the bed and embraced, but I knew I still wasn’t feeling at my most relaxed. We showered and I slid onto the bed on my tummy as soon as he pulled back the bedclothes. It had that tight, fresh and clean feeling on my skin and as he began to massage my shoulders I told him it was really nice and relaxing. He continued rubbing and squeezing and I was really enjoying the feeling of his palms pushing against my shoulder blades and up to my neck. He started rubbing his fingers through my hair on the back of my head and then up to my scalp and it felt really lovely and relaxing. I was telling him how nice and soothing it was and as I lay my cheek down on the pillow I asked him to rub down my back again. His hands continued up and down my back and over the cheeks of my bum and then down my legs to the backs of my knees and further down to my ankles. I asked him to do my feet and it just felt so, so lovely and relaxing . . .
The next thing I remember was him shaking me by my shoulders and telling me we had to leave as “it was after midnight” and my phone had been ringing. I sat-up with a start, confused and embarrassed . . . I’d fallen so soundly asleep that he’d left me lying there and had lay down beside me. The ringing on my mobile, was just the alarm I always set when I am going “out for an evening” to remind me it is time to be going home, but in this case I’d dozed-off into such a deep sleep that I hadn’t heard it. S said he’d tried to wake me on several occasions but I’d been snoring and “looked so peaceful” that he hadn’t wanted to shake me too hard.
I often do doze-off after sex, (we both do), but the fact that I’d fallen asleep just from his massage, was embarrassing and I was apologizing and telling him how sorry and embarrassed I was and that I hadn’t meant to. I tried reaching down to stroke him, but he wasn’t aroused and he was telling me that it didn’t matter, and that I’d obviously been exhausted from my day, and that it was late and we really had to be going home.
We dressed and drove home with me feeling worse by the minute, and continuing to apologise despite S trying to joke it off and talk about other things. I kissed him as passionately as I could in the car as he dropped me off, promising to make it up to him, but he just told me there was nothing to apologise for.
J was awake and waiting for me naked on the sofa, with a glass of wine, as he normally does. But I just wanted to cuddle up to him and tell him that the whole day, and night, had been a disaster and that I really should have cancelled with S, as I had wanted to. I spent the next hour going through, not only my bad day at work, but now “to make it worse” my embarrassment at falling asleep with S. Needless to say, I wasn’t in the mood to end the evening with J in the way we normally would after I’d been “out for an evening” . . . so I ended-up feeling I’d disappointed two men in one night !!
Not the best of my experiences . . . but . . .
S sent me a lovely text the next morning . . . I replied that I still felt really embarrassed and promised to make things up to him next time!
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