Im Sooma and I have been writing stories like this for awhile, this story falls under the category of Master and Slave and how the Egyptian wife (Yasmine) is dominated and ordered bad by a pakistani boy (Nawas). She is 23 and he is 20 years old.
Im Sooma and I have been writing stories like this for awhile, this story falls under the category of Master and Slave and how the Egyptian wife (Yasmine) is dominated and ordered bad by a pakistani boy (Nawas). She is 23 and he is 20 years old.
John turned round as he walked away, Looking forward to meeting you again "he said"
louise replied, It will be in your wet dreams tonight!.
He laughed and said "Yes Probably" & thanks again.
Louise waved bye bye! we drove away.
OH MY GOD, Where the fuck! did you find him? "she said"
"I laughed" A dogging site! "I replied".
DOGGING? "she said" (with a confused look on her face).
I explained what i was told about dogging from a friend at work.
She said, So you joined a dogging site? "laughing"
I came home from work about 6.30pm, I unlocked the door and walked in to find Louise had just got out of the shower and was walking up the stairs with a towel round her.She asked me how my day was then went on to ask if we were going out for a meal as she didn't fancy cooking.I agreed and told her i would get a quick shower first!. I went into the bedroom after my shower to get dressed.she was already dressed ready to go out but had a very sexy black mini v neck dress with stockings and knee boots on the bed.
I love rough, angry make up sex. The kind of sex that leaves you dirty, sweaty, sore, and breathless. And if I’m being completely honest with you, I admit that sometimes I’ll initiate an argument on purpose, just so we can make up afterwards.
But last night I didn’t have to do that.
No, last night I felt the tension as soon as he walked through the door.
Their invitations arrived in a pink envelope in Monday morning’s post. Neither of them had really expected their application to be successful, but now that it was and had become a reality, their excitement was tinged with some trepidation.
It looks like a rape, but read on and discover that it isn’t.
The following story is based on the imagination of a reader who has given permission for the use of her ideas. For the sake of privacy, her name will not be published and does not bare any resemblance to the characters portrayed herein.
The beginning is entirely her story, with only editorial alterations, background, in fills and the conclusion on my part.
You wound me deeply, finding some kind of perverse pleasure in it, and I am thinking of all the things I want to say... do, while you stand there in the doorway, lazily smoking your cigarette.
There’s a self satisfied smirk twisting your lips and I close my eyes, picturing myself slapping it from your face, hearing the resounding crack, letting it echo through the halls of my mind, and feeling the fulfillment of my hand connecting with your cheek.
I knew that I should have left the house sooner but didn't count on my neighbor, Tina, stopping by for a "short visit." She just kept talking, no matter how many times I told her that I had to go! Now I'm stuck in traffic on the highway and I don't want to miss your train. You’ve been away on business for months and I can’t be late. I am gripping the wheel frantically, as my fingernails dig into my palms,
"Damn the luck! Damn you, Tina," I curse under my breath.
Feedback welcome. Readers are invited to read Part 1 before continuing.
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Soon after the 'slave inspection' I returned to my chamber - George had very sensibly suggested that I should take some rest after my journey. He told me that he'd have me woken in time for dinner. Though tired I had difficulty resting immediately: the afternoon's adventure replayed in my mind and I confess I was obliged to bring myself to relief before sleep could be thought of.
It had been another long day at work and Dee still had to go home and cook dinner for the family. Dee had now been married for 10 years to her second husband and though she was happy the predictable routine was making her feel restless with wonderment of what she may be missing. Her first husband had been controlling and abusive which left her with 2 children and a self loathing. After 5 years of struggle as a single divorced mother when she met Paul and fell in love. Paul helped her see how good of a woman she was and that she had nothing to do with the disrespect she got from her ex.
"I decided that night to never again hide her. I had release her and hope he would not judge me or run from me. I had to force him to accept this piece, this intricate part of me I buried deep inside and played the homely wife. Never again after tonight.” – Dirty Dana
Phoebe was causing her parents a lot heart ache and they were at their wits end. She dressed very provocatively and was rumoured to be having sex with a number of the local lads. At home she was rude, unhelpful and prone to bully her younger brother. The final straw was when she was expelled from school for trying to seduce a teacher. It was clear that strong measures were needed.
