White Collar Affair Pt. 02

Amy, You know how terrible I am at exercising self-control. You know I can't stop once I start. No one knows me better than you do; no one ever will... But when it comes to this, I'm surprised at the self-control I'm presently exercising. I'm desperate and dying to bare my heart and soul to you, but boy my brain won't allow my mouth to speak the words my heart formed. And when words keep piling on without an outlet to let them out it only gets painful. This is my outlet. Hopefully you don't find it; atleast for the time being. So here's to luxuriating in the warmth which emanates from the said pain. I love you Amy. When I feel overwhelmed - and god knows I'm overwhelmed all the time - all I have to do is come in your vicinity. Just look in your eyes; just feel my aura overlap with yours (I know you aren't big on that sort of thing!); just have your arm around my shoulders, just have my hair ruffled by you; just listen to you; I mean it can be anyth

Kelly sat in the chair with a bit of trepidation. She was nude, and the tattooed man was waiting with a variety of sharp objects. Kristen was already finished, with new rings piercing her labia. Dana had been an inspiration, and while tender, she loved the new addition. She stood holding Kelly's hand, giving her some moral support for what was going to be an uncomfortable experience. "I still don't know how you talked me into this..." Kelly said in a nervous tone. "Don't be such a baby. I already went." "You've done this before though." The guy with the needle tapped her on the inner thigh and said "Deep breath." As she did, she felt the needle pierce her right nipple. She gasped at the sudden pain and then hissed through her teeth as it subsided. "one down!" Kristen said enthusiastically. A half hour later, both were dressed, the piercings were paid for and they were on their way, slightly more gingerly than when they

Chapter 1 Mobile vehicle grooming business owner Bert Bartlett, rubbing an itchy ear, said to his wife Carolyn, "Take that new guy Luke, who started this morning, with you to fumigate Bruce Keyte's Jag. He needs to take VIP clients to view a property at noon today. "Everyone else is out on jobs. Bruce's wife threw up in the car last night when they were coming home from a dinner party." Carolyn snapped, "She's such a common bitch. Look, get someone else. I'm our administrator not one of your flunkies, and anyway I haven't groomed a vehicle for nigh on 10 years. Divert a duo from a less urgent job." Bruce complained, "Fuck, you have become so uncooperative, Carolyn. There was a time when you'd wipe my dick after you-know-what." "Yeah, well how long is it since you have engaged in you-know-what with me?" Kitty, their red-headed 28-year-old, dropping in with her mum's dry-cleaning and said, "God, you two are a

Back in about 2014 I met Shandy and her husband Sam. Shandy was fifty something tall blonde and a lawyer (no grey at all, no wrinkles—a beautiful woman who looked a bit like Brigitte Nielson) and her husband was a six feet tall accountant who was overweight and wore a neatly maintained beard. I had emailed the couple back and forth to discuss my wrestling foot domination and bullying of a man or woman and this had drawn a suggestion from Sam that he and Shandy meet me for an erotic wrestling match. He said his wife was totally turned on by the photos on my blog of my trampling barefoot over big men full of muscle, fat, or both. She loved it all. The bullying, the humiliation. She wanted to watch me do it to her husband. She offered to hold the camera, but I persuaded her to join in the fun. She wanted to join me in a pro wrestling domination of her husband. I was delighted. I booked the date at the wrestling studio and we met, very friendly, very comfortable with each other. This cou

As far as weekends go? I'd end up having a few great ones. That first one? It may not be the best, but I remember it just as vividly as the more decadent ones. It was probably the last time Miranda and I were perfect. We fucked three times that weekend -- the first fuck, the angry fuck, and then a slow, languishing fuck after she woke up from her nap. She blamed me for her lack of sleep that night, but couldn't stay mad at me long when she woke up naked and horny. She rode me to a couple orgasms and was content just to whisper light moans in my ear instead of the characteristic dirty talk. I was content as well. We hung out for a bit this time, too. She clearly felt badly for chasing me off yesterday, so we made pizza rolls and watched Netflix. But as we talked, we decided: we weren't going to date. Miranda thought our sex was great and figured our dynamic didn't need any changing; I knew that her mind just wanted to fuck and suck cock and beg for cum and nothing else

Meet Beatrice Calloway, a fearless Afro-Canadian lady living in the environs of Kanata, Ontario. With the pandemic in full swing, like a lot of Canadian government workers, Beatrice is working from home. The lady is immensely bored and has taken to chatting up strangers online for fun. Normally, Beatrice wouldn't have problems getting attention from ladies or fellas. At five foot ten and one hundred and eighty pounds, Beatrice is sturdy, bodacious and muscular, with light brown skin and dark hair stylized into an Afro. Miss Calloway means business, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that... Beatrice Calloway was born on November 9, 1970, in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Jamaican immigrant father, attorney Burton Calloway, and a Canadian mother of First Nations ancestry, schoolteacher and author Jennifer Wilde. Beatrice grew up with a foot in each world, not black or white or brown, but a wonderful blend of ethnicities. After graduating from Ryerson University in t

I was so mad, I was not sure I had ever been so mad, I needed time to cool down, I was ready to explode. I went back to my own office and took a seat, my assistant asked what was going on. "George, that is what is going on, he tried to throw me under the bus, I take a short holiday, I am on the phone half of that vacation with a client who wants to leave, then George tries to take the credit for keeping the client in our firm. I'm so mad I could break something, or someone." "You need to leave for a while, go home, take the rest of the afternoon off." "Randy are you fucking kidding me here? I leave for four days and they try to railroad me as being the one who almost lost a major account and your advice is to take the day off? Get out of my office, get out of the dam building, before I fire you. You take the rest of the day off." I had my admin contact George to be in my office in half an hour, I called Bill in to listen to this meeting, my admin wou