Archive for March, 2009

In the Bedroom…

We undress quickly and I take note all 3 of our hard cocks, though theirs are far more impressive.

James drops to his knees in front of me and I slide my cock back into his mouth. Finn gingerly moves closer to me and I slide my arm around his waist, pulling him close.

Barely missing a beat, James wraps his hand around Finn's cock and turns his head, slipping the head over his tongue.  

Finn jumps and I hear that familiar catch in his breath again.

Together we entwine our hands in his hair, guiding him from one cock to the other.

Finn turns to me, kissing me deeply as James swallows first his cock, then mine....

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My best friend. Complete Drama queen. God love her.

Now that statement is actually pretty dam profound. All the women I know love drama, heck I used to indulge in it all the time!!

It makes the relationships exciting, it gives me something to do, puts the spice into life(obviously I needed to get out more)

Well that was about 2 years ago when I discovered that having a dramatic romantic life, was really not all it set out to be.

At the end of the day it left me feeling cold, empty, unfulfilled along with a track record of broken relationships to prove it.

You know the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over again ... expecting a different result?

Yeh I didn't want to go down that path and somewhere, somehow I got my hands on this book "Dating without Drama". To be honest it was one of the first e-book I ever purchased and ever read online EVER!

Huge right?

Why Be So Dramatic?
So how in the world do we create drama? Let me list the reasons here.

*Having the conversation - You know where you ask the guy, "where is this going" or "you better marry me, or we should break up".

*Freaking out when a guy doesn't call you after a date and wondering "Should I call him first?", thinking lets get it over and done with!

*Controlling your boyfriend to get him to be or behave like someone which isn't true to him

*Anal-yzing about whether he likes me, wants me, what he really means.

*Wanting things to move faster or slower than the current pace.

*Having endless conversations with your girlfriends about what is wrong with your date, boyfriend ...

*Trying and failing miserably to make an emotionally unavailable man committed to you.

*Sleeping with men too early in hopes that it will get them into a long term relationship

*Overall just manipulating men

*Staying in a emotionally, physically or spiritually abusive relationship

Any of you girls relating to this? Any of you guys dated a girl like this?

How To Be Less Dramatic
If there was one thing I could say, it would be that men all appreciate a woman is who not “High Maintenance” in this area.

Just like women don’t like needy men. Men Especially don’t like needy women!!

So if there was one piece of relationship advice I learnt from this book it was that I have to calm the heck down! I was one of those girls that was never happy with the situation in front of me. Whatever it was, it wasn't good enough, could be improved on or had to be changed.

Can you imagine how hard it would have been for guys to date me?! Seriously.

Paige Parker doesn't just talk a whole bunch of dating tips and rules. She gives you standards to live by. Ways of respecting and building your self-esteem.

So reading this book and applying her philosophies, really allowed me to learn to date in a healthy, safe and non-dramatic way.

I got all my excitement from engaging with my life more. Doing things I love, spending time with people I cared about and pursuing my passions(dating just happens to be one of them).

I also started to choose men which had personalities were interesting enough to keeping me engaged so I didn't feel the need to create uncertainty and drama.

And as you know the rest is history and now the tables have turned and I get pages of emails from readers and phone calls from my girlfriends asking me for some perspective.

Who would ever think?

Applying this into my life and being able to help all of those around me has been on of the greatest gifts this book has given me =)

Potential Drawbacks
So that was all the fun and dandy stuff about that. I'm actually doing my best to think about some drawbacks of the books or any comments I have about it.

I guess the one thing I would have to mention is like all books and all new learning material is that there is no point in just reading the book and saying " whoa that was good" and then doing what you have always done.

For you to get the results ... To get the guy, to improve your current relationship you are going to have to take some action of your own.

You know, get a little out of that comfort zone. Because if you have always done, what you have always done, then you will always get, what you have always gotten.

Something to think about.

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Forever the Femme Fatale…

Like I mentioned before, the men in my life never fully go away, even after we've both moved on.  They crop up occasionally or more frequently in some cases, and it's something I accept as do the present men in my life.

On Facebook, I have 4 such men who "friended" me.  They approached me,  not the other way around.  2 are now married, 2 still single.  This morning, I got a private message from one of them trying to come up with a suitable lie to tell his wife who I am.  She knows about me, but she apparently has no idea that this person on his friends list is the woman he was involved with before he met her.  BEFORE he met her.  Not after.  Not since he met her.  We were both single when we dated. I told him to tell her anything he wanted to that made him comfortable.

I'm not going to put him in the trick bag because there is no trick bag to put him in.

Or is there?  Finn's comment was that he must have a guilty conscience.  He has, after all, been asking to meet me for a drink or dinner.  If his intentions were completely honorable, why would he be worrying about the story?  

Another one of my boys is single, but still worries that his friends will learn his deep dark secrets from his being friends with me on Facebook.  This is a guy who was my submissive for 4 years.  Does he think they didn't figure it out then?  Again, he still calls and wants to get together, but so far I have turned him down.

The other night my future son-in-law's 25 year old best friend hit on me.  Full court press.  We bantered back and forth for the evening at the bar and while I knew he was serious about it, I figured he would chicken out as the evening went on.  When I left he gave me his phone #.  At least he has balls, that one.

At times I have said that I was tired of being the femme fatale, but in reality, I'm not.

It's really pretty good to be me.

So what about you?  Are you strong enough to be my man?

Two Fisted…

James wraps his hand around the shaft of my "cock" and slides it into his eager mouth.

Before long I am rocking back and forth, thrusting toward him.  My eyes are closed at first and then I hear movement and sneak a sideways glance at Finn who is clearly enjoying the show.  He's mesmerized and I watch his hand move down to the bulge in his jeans.

I wink at Finn and take James' right hand off my shaft and looking down at him, direct him toward Finn's hard cock. James grabs Finn's arm, never losing his grip on the appendage jutting from my hips and pulls him toward us.

"Slide over" I command and smile as he does so, quickly, yet fluidly, in true Finn fashion.

James' hand goes to Finn's crotch as his tongue swirls around the ridge of my counterfeit cock head and I hear Finn's breath catch.

Deftly, James has unzipped Finn's jeans and released his hard cock and has his hand gripped around both shafts. He tugs on both and the strap between my legs nudges against my clit.  James smiles to himself as he moves my cock forward, remembering this harness very well. While it doesn't bring liquid to the tip the way Finn's does, I feel the dripping between my lips and the familiar ache...

"Mmm yes" I whisper as he jerks my rubber appendage. One more glimpse at Finn assures me he is on board with wherever I'm taking this.

To the bedroom....

Crawling Down my Thigh…

It's not like Finn to be shy.  But I watch him shift nervously and cast his eyes down almost bashfully as the three of us talk over wine.

We're having dinner with James after we ran into him at lunch the week before.

James is particularly bold this evening, brazen really, especially for him.  I'm sitting between the two of them and in unison they reach down and run their hands up my silk-clad legs.

Now it is my turn to shift in my seat.  But this has nothing to do with nerves, per se', but more with nervous anticipation.  

We dance around the subject and finally I decide if this is going to happen at all, we need to be able to discuss this without the cryptic dialogue that has been passing between the three of us for the past hour.  Innuendo and flirtation abound until I suggest taking our conversation to someplace more private, and suggest James' house.

Quickly, he agrees and Finn smiles and nods.  It's a quick cab ride over to the high rise condo James owns overlooking the lake.  It's really a gorgeous view with two full walls of windows.  As he mixes Finn a drink, I excuse myself and go to the bathroom.

I can't help but smile to myself as I walk back down the hallway, my heels clicking on the hardwood, signaling my arrival.  Still, for just a moment I got to look at the two men standing at the island in the open kitchen. They glance my way and their appreciation for me is echoed by mine for them.

Taking the wine glass offered to me, I walk into the living room with them and look out on the city while I listen to them make small talk behind me.  I swear I can hear my pulse, the blood rushing through my veins, deafening in my ears. My mouth is dry.

I take a deep breath and turn, sure that the heat rising in my cheeks is visible, but get no response other than smiles from the guys.

Walking with a purpose in my step, I stop in front of James and look down at him, standing between his long, outstretched legs. He looks at me and I see the color in HIS cheeks as a smile breaks on his face and he lifts his hand. running it up my leg, under my skirt.  

As he comes in contact with the cock attached to my thigh he moans and Finn shifts his weight and I hear a sharp intake of air.  Ah, that sweet realization that I surprised them both.  

Silently, as James unsnaps it from my thigh and it springs to life, I grab a chunk of his hair and whisper to him...

"Suck it..."

Yes, the evening is going quite well. 

I love a good surprise...

Meeting V for lunch

V had messaged me early in the week to say he was in London for two days on Thursday and Friday.

I had to reply that it wasn’t possible for me to meet any evening this week, but he messaged back asking if I could join him for lunch on Thursday.

It was really nice to sit and chat and catch-up. We talked mostly about work and business . . . a glass of wine turned into a bottle, and an hour turned into two . . . but each time we meet, V talks a little more about his “family” and the past. He really is a remarkable, and interesting person, and completely different in private conversation, than his business persona and reputation.

And more than anything, he is just very charming and the perfect gentleman. He never once mentioned the fact that I couldn’t see him that evening . . . and as we exchanged our kiss-on-the-cheek goodbyes, I was embarrassed to find it was me who was squeezing his hand and telling him “let me know when you’re next back”.

A nice, and relaxing, interlude to what has been a horrible week in the office !!!

The Art Of The Hook Up

couple1As a single thirty something, I’ve found myself in the position of just needing to get laid more than a couple of times. It normally happens when I'm in between relationships and have become way too acquainted with my vibrator. Because although a vibrator can work wonders, it's just not the same as getting laid, seriously. And why should the lack of a relationship prevent me from getting what I need? I’ve learned that the one night stand can be a girl's second best friend - it gives you exactly what you need, a night of passion without all the drama. If you've ever been in a similar position, read on to learn the art of the one night stand.

Everyone says that a woman can get laid whenever she wants to. And I agree, that it probably is a little easier for a woman to get some action when she's looking than it is for a man. It does however take a little tact. Because although guys are constantly horny and always happy to service a woman, you can't exactly just knock on your neighbor's door and ask to borrow some sugar with a side of nookie. You have to know where to look to meet the guy and what to do to seal the deal.

Location, location, location

If you're in pursuit of the one night stand, there are certain places that make the conquest just a little easier. I've been the most successful at dance clubs and crowded bars. Clubs are perfect because they combine two things that almost always lead to sex – alcohol and dancing. What's closer to sex than dancing? Get a guy on the dance floor and grind up next to him, he'll be thinking of nothing else than getting you somewhere private and on top of you. Crowded bars work great too, crowds force intimacy and instead of shouting to the guy you just met, lean in, whisper in his ear and stroke his arm while you’re doing so. You'll get him all hot and bothered and get yourself laid in no time.

You are who you hang out with

Guys look for a few things when they're out on the prowl. Sure, they’re looking around for the hot girls, but they’re also looking for the ones who look like they’re having fun and they’re looking for hot girls who hang out with other hot girls. Since guys normally travel in pairs, it's best to go out with just a couple of your girl friends, notably the hotter ones. It'll make it easier for the guys to approach you and you'll be much more likely to seal the deal if you have a cute girl for your guy's wing man. There's nothing worse than meeting a hot guy who has to go because his friends aren't interested in your surrounding company. So give yourself an advantage and just bring out your fun and attractive friends, guys will notice you enjoying yourself and they'll be more likely to approach a group of girls if there's something in it for a couple of them.

Image is everything Really think about your appearance. You want to appear sexy, but not slutty. There's a difference between being a woman who knows what she wants and the woman who is just putting another notch in her bedpost. Dress to impress and intrigue. Jeans, high heals and a seductive top is just the right mix of girl next door meets sex kitten. And please go easy on the hair and the makeup, most guys would agree that less is more. Plus, while bed head is sexy, smudged mascara on a pillowcase is not.

Solo success

Not every guy is comfortable with approaching a big crowd of girls, so try to stray away from your pack a little bit. Head to the girl's room alone and "excuse" your way through a couple of packs of guys or belly yourself up to the bar to buy a round of drinks. Some of the best encounters I've had with guys have occurred when I was away from my pack of girls. Waiting on line for the bathroom or up at the bar gives you the perfect opportunity to chat up that guy you've been eyeing at all night.

Sealing the deal

So you find yourself out at a club or a bar, you've met a guy and everything is going well. How do you move the action from the dance floor or the bar to the bedroom? You can't exactly flat out tell the guy what you're looking for so how do you seal the deal?

Enlist your friends

Okay, so I don't mean a three-some, unless you're into that sort of thing. But once you find the guy that you want to pounce on, let your girls know and follow the game plan that's always worked for me and my friends – move the party. As the night wears on, tell the guy you're chatting up that you have plans to head out for a night cap or some post drinking chow at the local diner. Getting the guy to leave with you is obviously, key. And if you're able to suggest the next move it takes the pressure off the guy and gets you that much closer to getting laid.

Post-post party

After getting the guy and his group to come along to the next stop on the party circuit, you need to get a little more intimate with him. Make sure that you sit next to him wherever you go and start getting physical with him, put your hand on his leg, run your fingers through his hair, maybe hold his hands. Being physical with him will signal what you're looking for and might get him to make the next move. When the night starts winding down, ensure that you and the guy will be heading off together by some careful maneuvering. If all goes well, he'll be either sharing a cab to your place or has offered to walk you home.

Ensuring success

Once you've got him on your turf, it's pretty easy to seal the deal. Get him on the couch, offer him a night cap and either turn on the tunes or ask if he wants to watch a movie. Then when you're all cozied up next to him, make your move if he hasn't already. If you've gotten him this far, believe me he won't need much persuading to do to deed.

Enjoying and ending the one night stand

It's the end of the evening and you've achieved success. You've landed yourself a hot man and in the past few hours you've taken care of satisfying each other. So what's your next move? Having him stay over is totally up to you, so is the option of taking his phone number. It's so important to take his number instead of offering up yours to ensure that the ball is in your court. You might be all enamoured while you're in the heat of the moment, but who knows if you really want to hear from this guy in a couple of days? Taking charge means you're in control of what happens next.

So the next time you find yourself jonesing for some action and you find yourself man-less, try some of my tried and true tips. It's a given that you should always be safe when pursuing a one night stand. This means being pretty selective about the company you choose and getting the guy to strap on some protection.

The Carousel…

After I got divorced, I had a cadre of boys I "dated".  While I dated them all at the same time, they all knew about each other and there was always a main boy and 2 or 3 wingmen.  The primary or main position was jokingly referred to as the holy grail of positions to be in and for 3 or 4 years they all rotated in and out of that position with little to no drama or strife.  It was a good time for all, especially me!

Over the past 10 years I have kept in contact with them and at various times they come out of the woodwork, usually (and coincidentally) en masse.  Over the past 6 months or so, all of them have contacted me and we exchange emails occasionally.

So the other day, on a particularly nice Chicago Friday, Finn and I were in the loop, walking around and enjoying the sunshine and warmer temperatures.  Waiting in the bar at one of our fave restaurants at lunchtime, I turned around and caught a glimpse of a tall man with golden brown hair and instantly recognized him as James, one of my (sometimes) wingmen. He turned and I saw his emerald green eyes light up and a smile light his face as he crossed the bar to greet us.

I introduced him to Finn and we talked for a few minutes until our name was called and James had to go meet a client for lunch also.  We promised to get together "soon" and off we all went.

At the table, Finn grilled me on what James' story was.  Because there is always some story and always some kink that Finn is delighted to know, if I will tell him.  Sometimes it's private and sometimes I go with what the person in question would be okay with.  And I knew what James would be okay with, so I spilled the proverbial beans.  Well some of them anyway...

"James..." I sighed and laughed and Finn leaned in a little closer.

"Yes?" he urged, taking my hand as if this might bring about some huge confession.

"James likes to be fucked in the ass." I said and looked at Finn, waiting for the arched eyebrow but didn't get it.

"By girls or boys?" he asked.  He's got this down, Finn does.  

"By me." I answered.

Now everyone involved with me knows how much I love my strap ons.  Yes, that's plural.  I have 3 harnesses and dildoes in about 7 sizes and shapes.  It is one of my most treasured and favorite activities and have been told by girls and boys alike that I fuck as if it were my own cock.  I'm quite proud of my cock wielding expertise.

But I also don't push this on anyone, no pun intended.  If I had my way I would fuck every boy I was ever involved with, and admit to even staying (longer than I should have anyway) in a relationship with a guy a few years before I met Johnny because he loved to be fucked in the ass.

I continued to give a cliffs notes version of James, explaining that he was bisexual and loved to suck cock, usually by (pretend) force.  NOW Finn's eyebrow arched and I laughed.

"Really?" he said, but I knew he didn't expect an answer.

I just nodded and watched the wheels turning in his head.

Finally he spoke.

"So..." he began, "James would dig getting fucked by you while..." and before he could continue, I finished the sentence for him.

"Sucking your cock."

Finn nodded and studied his beer for a few minutes without saying much. 

After lunch, as we were leaving the restaurant, Finn made a point of stopping by James' table.

They shook hands, exchanged the usual pleasantries and as we were saying goodbye, Finn turned to James, and putting his hand on his shoulder, told him we really should get together sometime soon. 

A knowing smile passed between the two of them and then Finn turned and winked at me.

As we walked out into the early March sunshine, Finn took my hand and I looked at him and laughed.

And the carousel ride begins anew...

A Good Student…

Something I wrote 10 years ago....

Damion sat in the chair in his English class and wondered what it was he had done to make his teacher keep him after school. He was up to date on his work, hadn't been late for class and had been attentive. Oh, perhaps a little too attentive. He knew she had seen him looking at her when she turned around or bent over but he couldn't help it. He fantasized about her sometimes when he was home alone, or in the shower. At that moment the thought of it made his cock begin to grow.

She walked in the room, causing him to jump out of his silent dream. Dressed in a navy blue skirt and a white blouse, her hair pulled back from her face, she looked very much the teacher, or a librarian. But she was beautiful. Long blonde hair, green eyes and legs that would not quit. And her tits, oh God, her tits..... well he needed to stop thinking about that because as it was he did not dare stand up from the desk.

She sat on the edge of her desk and crossed her legs, causing her skirt to rise over the edge of her thigh ever so slightly. He looked quickly and then looked away. She put her hands on the edge of the desk and leaned forward and his eyes instantly hit on her cleavage. It all of a sudden occurred to him that she might be doing this on purpose. He smiled to himself at the thought and shook it off as him reading the situation wrong.

"What are you smiling at, Damion?" she asked. Her voice cut through the silence and he looked up and stammered "Nothing at all" he answered but again the smile crossed his lips.

"How do you address me, MISTER BROOKS?" she emphasized his name as she said it.

"Nothing at all, Ms. Michaels. I was smiling at nothing in particular, Ms. Michaels" Damion answered. She seemed satisfied with this answer and nodded. Getting up and coming to stand in front of him she took his chin in her hand. Damion shivered form her touch. "Look at me" she commanded. Damion raised his head and looked at her eyes. He could feel her nails against the side of his chin and as he stared at the front of her blouse he could see the little gap between the buttons and the tiny hook of her bra. It was all that was holding her gorgeous breasts contained.

"Bad boy, Damion" Ms. Michaels said, although her tone softened as she said it. Almost sultry. It made his cock jump, her voice thick like syrup. This was not lost on her. She noticed his shift, the growing bulge in his jeans. She licked her lips appreciatively and smiled wickedly at him. He smiled back; thinking this was going better than he had at first imagined.

"Don't even THINK of it" she hissed at him. Her tone now seemed to have taken a furious tone; one which should have served as a warning to him but just made him more excited. He noticed as she hissed at him that her breasts heaved and her nipples hardened quite visibly against the sheer white material. Earlier in the day, during class, she had worn a jacket so he had not noticed how sheer this blouse was. He reached out gingerly and fingered her nipples before he even thought about it. Her hand sharply slapped his away and she stepped back and walked to the phone on the wall. Damion started to worry that she might be calling the principal or the dean. Instead he heard her making plans to meet someone downstairs. He heard the word "punishment" and "discipline" used and his hand went to the front of his jeans, stroking his aching cock.

Hanging up the phone, Julia Michaels walked back over and grabbed Damion's wrist roughly, pulling him to a standing position. He could have resisted her, but thought better of it. She turned around and locked the door to the classroom, went to the desk and picked up a wooden ruler, slapping it hard against her hand.

"Take your shirt off, Damion" she instructed. He asked her why and she slapped his thigh with the ruler. "Do it NOW and don't argue" she replied angrily. Damion pulled his shirt over his head and stood in front of her, his breathing ragged as he tried to contain his excitement. Her hand reached down and grabbed his cock through his jeans, causing him to gasp at the grip she had on it. "Now the rest of your clothes. Take them off, shoes and all. I want you completely naked in front of me. You are a bad boy Damion". He moaned a protest and she smacked him on the ass with the ruler. He jumped but said he would do it. She nodded and walked back to the closet and brought out a large black bag. Damion took his clothes off, not looking up at her. He was feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at the thought of standing in front of her completely naked.

She walked around behind him, and pulled his wrists together, attaching leather cuffs to them, keeping them behind his back. After she was satisfied that he wasn't going to get his hands out of the cuffs, she walked around to the front of him and wrapped his cock and balls tightly in strips of leather, causing the veins along the shaft to bulge out. His cock was SO hard he didn't know how long he could keep it from exploding. She left a 3-foot length of leather hanging from the end and walked to the door to open it. Damion began to protest and she turned and shot him a warning glance.

"YOU, Mister Brooks, have NO say in any of this. I will not hear you protest or complain or you will suffer serious consequences. MUCH more serious than this, I assure you." she smiled wickedly at him and he nodded his head. Julia looked out the door and motioned something to someone in the hall and Damion began to worry. He started to say something when she came back in and closed the door behind her and he relaxed.

"Well, well, well. Look at this" she stated as she ran her fingernails up the underside of Damion's cock, causing him to shudder as a low moan escaped his lips. "Come on, Damion, we are going for a little walk" she said as she grabbed the length of leather hanging off his hard cock. Damion had no choice but to follow her but his clothes were left in a pile on the floor of the classroom and he had no idea where he was headed. As if sensing this, Julia told him she would arrange to have his clothes brought to him when his 'after school lesson' was finished.

Out into the cool hall they ventured and Damion looked both ways but there was not a soul in sight. He had lost track of time, but by the looks of the setting sun, he figured it had to be about
5 p.m. He breathed a sigh of relief, hoping they ran into no one.

She led him down the hallway and to a door leading to a stairway. He walked quickly behind her, as she pulled on the leather lead surrounding his cock and balls. Down two flights of stairs they went, her bag slung over her shoulder, looking heavy and like it was going to topple her at any minute. But she seemingly had no trouble wielding the heavy bag and soon they made it down to the basement. She led him down a dark hallway to a room marked 'Lab'. Damion's heart raced. He had never been into the basement of the school before and he had no idea there was a lab down there at all. Images of biology experiments flashed through his head but he dismissed them quickly. Opening the door, they stepped inside.

The room was dark but not unpleasant. There were some tables resembling lab tables and a few chairs and some pipes running across the ceiling. Standing in the corner was a little Asian girl, maybe about 22 or 23. Petite and quite beautiful. She walked over to Damion and smiled at him. She then turned to Julia and began unbuttoning her blouse. The teacher sighed deeply and her fingers played under the Asian girl's skirt, causing the girl's legs to part slightly.

"Damion, this is Maya. Isn't she just exquisite?" Julia turned Maya toward him and lifted the girl's shirt, revealing two perfectly round breasts with pierced nipples. Damion licked his lips and liquid formed on the head of his cock at the sight of this girl. His teacher put Maya's shirt down and pulled a chain from one of the pipes in the ceiling and attached Damion's cuffs to it. "This will keep him in check" she said and the two women laughed. Now Damion stood at the end of the lab table, his wrists which were behind his back restrained by a chain that kept him somewhat in one place. Maya walked over to Julia and opened her blouse, unsnapping her bra and sucking the teacher's round, pink nipples. Julia sighed and sat on the edge of the table. Maya moved in between her legs and pushed her back on the table, Julia's long legs opening wide, showing the top of her garters and a beautiful shaved pussy. Maya turned as Damion moaned at the sight and asked him if he liked it. He nodded, but the chain was keeping him immobilized where he was. As Maya was talking to him, her fingers slid up and down in the slit of the other girl's pussy. Julia moaned and pushed against Maya's fingers.

Maya left Julia's side and came around behind Damion. She attached cuffs to his ankles and a spreader bar between his feet. A collar was placed around his neck, a rope threaded through the back of the collar and attached to his wrist cuffs. Julia pulled her skirt up and scooted to the bottom of the table, her legs open, bent at the knees. Damion stared at her glistening pussy.
"Come suck this, Damion" Julia called to him. Maya pushed him forward and he bent over, his mouth within inches of her clit. Maya walked up behind him and pushed his head down onto Julia's clit and Damion flicked his tongue against it, causing Julia to moan.

"Eat her pussy and make her cum, Damion" Maya instructed. "Part her lips with your nose and suck it good or you won't get to cum" Maya warned. Damion began to lick Julia's pussy, straining to get close enough, the chains pulling his wrists and neck. Intent on what he was doing but trying to keep an eye on Maya, he watched as she began to undress. He wanted to see that little body naked. Julia grabbed his hair roughly and ground her pussy into his face. Maya undressed slowly and climbed up onto the table, lowering her snatch onto Julia's mouth. The sight of it was almost more than he could bear and Damion moaned loudly and whimpered. Maya lifted up and Julia scooted away from Damion, just out of reach. Maya lay with her head on Julia's belly, fingering her pussy, being very careful to show Damion exactly what she was doing. He watched as she parted her lips and sucked the clit into her mouth, looking up at him as she did, smiling as her teeth grazed the swollen lips and Julia moaned and sucked at Maya's pussy. Maya wrapped her arms around Julia's thighs and buried her face in between her legs as she rode Julia's mouth with her own pussy. Damion pleaded and begged to be included but couldn't get close enough to the table to do anything. The more he struggled against the restraints, the more tightly his neck was pulled. He decided he was smarter to stand and endure this torment while the two of them fucked and sucked each other.

He could tell by their moans they were both close to cumming and he was about to shoot his load when he heard a third voice behind him. A hand came around and grabbed his cock, applying pressure just behind the head, stopping his orgasm and frustrating him more. He turned his head to see a beautiful brunette standing there. Tall and willowy..... she smiled at him and began to untie him from the chain. She then led him over to a straight back chair where she sat him down and began wrapping his body in rubber strips. His arms and legs were attached to the chair and over and over she wrapped him, mummifying him except for his head and his cock. He watched as Julia and Maya finished their sex act on the table, the orgasm shaking Julia and making her moan but Maya stopped short and looked up at the brunette wrapping him up.

"Mmm....I want him to make me cum" Maya said and pointed at Damion.

"Oh you do, do you?" the brunette asked.

"Yes, please Mistress" Maya cooed and Damion noted her voice change and demeanor change as she begged sweetly to her "mistress".

"Julia, get up and come help me" she beckoned his teacher from the table. Julia did as she was told and came over to Mistress and Maya. The two women helped Maya onto Damion's huge hard cock and Maya yelped as it went slowly inside her. They were holding her on his cock, not letting her sit all the way down on it. Her back was to him and he was watching as they put a mirror in front of him so he could see his cock impale her tiny, tight pussy, pulling her little clit down with each stroke. Maya leaned forward and placed her hands on Damion's knees, rocking back and forth slowly at first and then she cried for help and the two women came back and lifted her on and off his throbbing cock. Over and over they pulled her on and off his cock until she started to shudder and shake and he felt his own orgasm mounting. It felt so good that he wanted to hold back but she was riding him hard and fast and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud scream he came, shooting stream after stream of hot milky liquid into her tight pussy and across her ass as they pulled her off of him. Julia knelt down in front of Damion and began to lick all the cum off of him. He closed his eyes and heard the shutter of a camera.

"I thought you might like to see these" Mistress held up polaroids of him and Maya in very compromising positions. "From now on you will be a good boy, and we will play with you whenever we see fit. If you are bad, these will go to the school board and you will be in BIG trouble. Understood?" Mistress gave him a wicked little grin and winked but didn't wait for a reply. He knew there was no need.

Damion just nodded and smiled. His cock going deep into his English teacher's mouth. Yes, he could be a very good boy from now on.......

Chasing girls, stalking girls

Being pursued is one thing, but getting calls at 15-minute intervals from three different numbers is a bit much.

“Why haven’t you picked up the phone? It’s me,” his voice whines on my message. Then comes the texts: “Call me back.”

If a girl doesn’t answer her phone and doesn’t call back, it means she’s not interested. And if she starts screening calls because she’s caught on that you call from several different numbers, it’s not even as if she’s dropping hints; she’s giving you a definite “no.”

Chasing after girls is one thing, and persistency is often a good show of character that can convince girls to agree to a date. But persistnecy can become borderline stalking, and with more than 10 phone calls a day from Mr. I-want-to-talk-to-you-right-now, he’s definately crossed the line.

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