Just Another After School Special - Part Five

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Just Another After School Special

Part Five

By

Eva Rayne

“Hey Izzie, I'm glad you came,” Nick said as he invited me inside. I took a tentative step forward but his smile gave me all the courage that I needed to walk a little more confidently into his apartment. I could hear the door closing behind me but I was preoccupied looking around the apartment.

It was small; your typical college apartment. It didn't scream 'A college guy lives here,' though and I couldn't help but wonder if he had picked up before I came over. A small part of me, including those pesky butterflies, hoped that he had.

The front door opened up into the living room which was furnished with a beaten up, but comfortable looking couch, an old lazy boy and a large TV mounted on the wall. There was also a coffee table with faint rings from beer cans, or at least I imagined they were from beer cans.

“Would you like the grand tour?” Nick asked, stepping up next to me and smiling.

I smiled, “That would be nice.” Nick looked slightly more relaxed than he had when he opened the door. He reached out and took my hand, gently intertwining our fingers. His hand was warm around mine and I couldn't help but notice that even though my hand looked small compared to his, our fingers fit together almost perfectly.

We looked up at the same time, catching each others gaze. He squeezed my hand lightly and we both smiled, my grip on his hand tightening slightly for a moment.

“Come on, let me show you around,” there was noticeable relief in his eyes, he had been worried that I would pull my hand back. The butterflies in my stomach were having a field day.

“Lead the way!”

I had been in the campus apartments before and Nick's wasn't much different. He had a small kitchen off the living room and his room and a bathroom were down a short hallway. When we got back to the living room he shrugged almost embarrassed, “It isn't much, but it's home for now.”

“I like it,” I said, squeezing his hand lightly.

“Good.” That amazing smile was back on his lips and the twinkle in his eye made me want to kiss him right there.

“So, thoughts about dinner?” he asked after a slight pause, “Did you have anything in particular in mind?”

I shook my head, “I hadn't really thought about it,” I laughed a little, “What had you been planning before I texted you?”

Nick thought for just a second, “Have you been to that diner just off campus? The one on Clark?”

I had to think for a minute, trying to picture Clark Street. “I think so, is it the place that looks like it's straight out of the fifties?”

“That's the place!” He looked excited that I had been there. “Do you wanna go?”

“That sounds great.” Tori and I had gone down there the first week of school and as far as I could remember the food had been good. Then again, I was pretty sure anywhere would be good tonight.

Nick had grabbed his keys off the short book shelf by the door but he paused for just a second before he opened the door and turned back to face me.

“You know what, before we go I wanna do something.” The next thing I knew he had pulled me to him, one of his hands resting on my hip, the other cupping my cheek. I had just realized what he was doing when his lips met mine.

It wasn't an overly long kiss, it wasn't something that was packed with passion and made me want to rip his clothes off right there. Instead it was soft, full of the promise of more to come, my skin tingling where he touched me. It was everything a first kiss should be.

“There,” Nick said with a smile as he pulled back, both hands now resting gently on my hips, “Now we can go.”

The Good Girl - Chapter Four

If this happens again, I'm going to spank you. How could one simply uttered ultimatum throw my world into absolute chaos?

My name is Maxi McConnell and I live a double life. Don’t worry. It’s not nearly as nefarious as it sounds. It’s more a simple case of perfection vs. reality. The Perfect Maxi is just that… perfect. Impeccable clothes, immaculate hair and make-up, topped off by a sparkling personality. The Real Maxi…not so much.

I’ve happily played the role of Perfect Maxi for Thomas Graham, my sexy attorney boyfriend over the last several months. But something happened recently that sent our relationship careening into uncharted territory. It seems Thomas doesn’t want Perfect Maxi, he wants Good Girl Maxi. The only problem is I’m not sure how Real Maxi fits into the equation, or if she does at all.

Read Chapter One - Here
Read Chapter Two - Here
Read Chapter Three - Here

The Good Girl

By Fiona Summerville

Chapter Four

“What’s your problem, Maxi?” Kendall asked, as she sipped her Chardonnay. “You've got a guy who’s so into you that he wants to fuck you six ways 'til Sunday, AND he’s cool with your quirky personality. Hell, he told you himself he's falling for you."

"But Kendall," I corrected her. "He hasn’t really seen my quirky personality. He's seen Monday Morning Maxi. Not Closing Time on Saturday Night Maxi. You know she can be pretty scary."

"Ugh…I just don’t get that about you, Max," Kendall said, resting her chin in her hand. "The real you is so cool. Why do you put up a facade?”

I shrugged and sipped my wine.  She’d known me long enough to know the answer.

"Maxi, not all guys are like Douche Bag Dave."

I sighed and felt my brow furrow as I pretended fascination with the condensation on my wine glass.

Dave was my ex-fiancé. A gorgeous blonde Adonis of a man who had seen and, I thought, loved the Real Maxi. That was until I caught him playing kissy face while walking hand in hand through the mall with my co-worker and supposed best friend at the time. There I sat, staring out the window of the hair salon, foils in my hair, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. I was hurt and angry, but unable to do anything about it without looking like even more of a fool than I already was by storming out of the salon in full cape and foils. His betrayal was what convinced me that in order to never be hurt, it was necessary to playact. Why? Because I knew for a fact that Cassie, the girl he dumped me for, did exactly that. She was pretty as picture in public, but a hot mess when she was on her own time.  I decided I would become Perfect Maxi, the pretty bit of fluff the guys could wine and dine for a few months before she grew bored and broke it off. Doing that assured me that while someone else might have a dark night of the soul, it wouldn't be me, because she wasn’t me.

"Trust me, Maxi. They’re not. He’s not," Kendall said.

I snorted softly and took another sip of wine.

Kendall sighed. "I want you to come home with me, Maxi."

I shot her a questioning look. "Why?"

"There's something you need to see."

***

Kendall's place was a funky duplex style condo on a narrow winding road in a remote part of the San Fernando Valley. Eclectic pieces of art took up every inch of wall space, her mantle and bookshelves were places where books and knickknacks went to gather dust and her kitchen sink held at least two days’ worth of dirty dishes. She didn’t care that her place wasn’t spotless, and I loved that about her.

"What time is it?" she asked, tossing her handbag on a nearby chair.

I checked my phone. “8:40”

"Damn, we're late! Come on.” She took me by the hand, and practically dragged me up the stairs to her bedroom and through the French doors that opened onto an enormous patio deck.

"Sit here," she said, patting the back of one of two lounge chairs. I took my seat and watched as she retrieved a pair of binoculars from beneath a lap rug on the other lounge chair, and then handed them to me. I was confused. Granted, it was a beautiful night, but I didn’t know how star gazing was going to help make up my mind about whether or not to let Thomas spank me. I stared at her, my mouth slightly agape.

“There, look,” she said putting the binoculars up to my eyes, and turning me to face the houses across the street. “The big chalet style house across the road, focus on the big picture window downstairs.”

I focused the binoculars on the window and a couple sprang into view. Woah. The man wore dark slacks and a white shirt with a ruby red tie. His tie was loosened and the top few buttons of his shirt were undone. He wasn't wearing a jacket. He looked as if he’d just gotten home from the office. I’d seen Thomas sporting that same look many times. I even fantasized about it. Right down to the sleeves rolled up just below the elbows. Oh yeah, Mr. Ruby Red had his sleeves rolled up, too. The woman, a tiny blonde, was bent over the dining room table. She had on a silky white blouse with a black skirt and was wearing a pair of the most amazing Come Fuck Me pumps I’d ever seen. Her arms were outstretched, the fingers of her left hand grasping her right wrist. Her eyes were closed, and her expression was serene as the man methodically lifted and folded her skirt until it sat neatly just above her hips. Oh my God. This was one of the sexiest things I’d ever witnessed. I could feel dampness gathering between my legs, and they hadn’t done anything, yet.

“They do stuff like this every night. I've been watching them for the past month," Kendall whispered, as if she thought the couple might hear. “They come home, have dinner and then have some incredibly kinky sex.”

"Jesus, Kendall. How did you find out about them?"

"Well, remember when my AC went out during the heat wave last month? I had to sleep with the windows open and one night I heard noises. Moaning, sighing, even a growl. I looked out the window, but couldn’t see anything. It wasn’t until I stepped out onto the deck that I saw them. They were on the second story balcony, there in the middle. She was draped over the banister. He was standing behind her, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip, and her was just driving into her. I tried to look away, but I just couldn't . They were so fricking hot. I grabbed my binos from the storage bin and zoomed in on them. Her face was so pretty. Glowing, almost. I've never seen a woman look like that before. Not in real life, not in porn. Not ever."

"How did you find out they do this every night?"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her shrug. "I just started watching."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

I glanced away from the couple and lowered the binoculars. Even in the darkness I could see Kendall was blushing.

"Right. What was I supposed to say? Hey Maxi, why don’t you come over tonight? We’ll pop some popcorn, crack open a bottle of wine and watch the neighbors have kinky sex. You would have thought I’d lost it."

I shrugged and snorted softly. "I love popcorn and wine."

She giggled, and I turned my attention back to the couple. He now held a paddle in his hand. I shifted in the lounge chair. I had a sneaky suspicion that things were about to get a little more interesting. The man leaned down and whispered something in the woman’s ear, then lowered her panties. He spun the paddle twice before delivering the first blow.

I gasped as the paddle made contact with her ass. God, that was sexy. Kendall was right, the woman was pretty. With every blow of the paddle, her eyes fluttered back in her head for a moment, and then she would smile. She loved what he was doing to her…so did I.

The man was magnificent. I couldn’t see his face, but it didn’t matter. It was all about his attitude. He was pure, raw power and sex. His moves were hypnotic. My pussy clenched each and every time he brought the paddle down. One cheek and then the other. I wanted to be in that room with them. To hear the sound of the paddle connecting with her skin, to hear her cries, and hear his hissed commands.

I couldn’t believe how turned on I’d gotten just watching them. My entire body was on fire. Had I been by myself, I would have quickly taken care of the need that had built up over the last few minutes. But I wasn’t, so I did the only thing I could do. I clenched my thighs together and prayed the friction from my slacks didn’t send me headlong into an orgasm in front of my best friend. 

My heart was pounding, and my breath (when I actually did breathe) was shallow. I watched the woman’s face contort in ecstatic pain. I want to be her, I thought. Now I understood why Kendall had insisted I come.

"Do you want that, Maxi?" Kendall whispered, leaning forward, her hand gently squeezing my knee.

Lowering the binoculars, I turned away from the beautiful couple and stared out into the darkness. “Yeah, I think I do."

Textual Exploration.

Ok so this week we are going back to school and I am trying something new, with so much of the modern world being SMS/email/whatsapp or IM can we tell a short story for the modern world, can we show a seduction in symbols, a ravish through the radio waves intercourse through the infra red?

Who knows but I will have a bloody good go.  Ben

Picture the scene, a busy High school a girl in a wheelchair bashfully slips a note in the locker of her crush, on a dare, on a lark, a girl who doesn't speak except through notes, how would she seduce or be seduced?

Lukas lay on his bed staring at the phone his mind blown by the revelations of the last few texts, Layla the girl he secretly dreamed of talking to whilst waiting for class to end not only liked him but was “Crushing on him” and she was flirting with him heavily, he blushed as he reread the last message. Fuck he was going to be frustrated tonight. He sighed, grousing under his breath as he went to bed resigned to the fact that he’d have to change the sheets in the morning and probably his pj bottoms.

Layla lay against the cool plastic of her shower-seat, the shower head in her hand, punishing jets of water soothing her aching muscles as she thought, tense in her back and in her brain as she wrestled with nerves, with fears and with dreams she had never before dared voice.

She had been daring and teasing and hoped to God it worked. She shifted her position slightly facing away from the camera so her blush couldn't be seen, her phone snapping a shot of just her hair and upper back her leopard-print  tattoo on her shoulder so she knew he would recognize it as her and not a net pic. She hit send and breathed slowly, placing the phone out of reach and pressing the shower head against her wetness gasping, riding that wave as the jets slammed into her body. Dragging her limp limbs out of the shower she crawled to bed blushing waiting for the morning.

Lukas’s phone began bleeping harshly, atonally, dragging him out of his fantasy just as he was about to reach that crescendo, grumbling swearing to himself “If that’s Steve drunk texting about an epic white castle dump again I will kill him.” he thought resigned to frustration through his dreams. He clicked through the menu seeing it was a MMS message and pausing worried it was a drunk pic of the aforementioned white castle dump.

Seeing it was from Layla he figured it was safe and clicked to open the mms message, his body firing as if gripped by some hot wet vice as he saw her soft smooth skin, the lather of soap and the tattoo he admired for its contrast.
"FUUUUUCK" he mewled. He scrawled a reply blinking in the blinding light of his iphone waiting nervously. Was she teasing, was this a message, a harbinger of more? He waited with baited breath for a reply.

What he got was teasing, coy. He could imagine her shy smile and wave, the one he saw at the end of every class. How had he missed her before? Wow!. 

He lay in bed running those words through his mind… surely she didn't, she couldn't, but maybe hopefully. . .  God I hope so!  He drifted off in a dream world of pink leopards, prowls and  purrs all entangled around a beautiful dark haired girl.

She lay tense, nervous, hoping she hadn't gone on too strong, too intense. Worried and hoping that he wanted her, that she wasn't being a fool, that this wouldn't be  spread around school as the latest joke. Like when she’d sent Larry a Valentines card in Junior High and he’d thrown it back at her and told her he didn't need a girl who licked windows instead of cocks.  She remembered the jeers and laughter from his friends. So she had hidden her attractions even as she was becoming more and more aware of her lusts, her wants, needs. She cried, watched others love and be loved, feeling guilty observing and writing, watching from the sidelines, feeling a frog as she organized the dances, the Valentines formals, and the love notes section of the paper. 

All these feelings, channeled into her art, her drive to excel, into anything but expressing her desires. She hid them to make others comfortable. Being the good asexual token cripple until that day, until she cried. Until someone saw how desperately unhappy she was behind the mask. Until that conversation with her form teacher, Ms Macyntyre, who forced her to open up, forced her to talk,  to show the world who she really was.

 The woman who talked openly of love and sex, of exploration, and told Layla that she needed to be herself and live for herself, not to make others comfortable.  Ms Macyntyre  lent her books on confidence, on writing, on sex, on sexuality and through those she found herself. She found that she needed to be herself, needed to fall in love and lust.  Found that she wanted to be human, not an asexual  token that they talked about behind her back. Not some bauble to show how inclusive they were, not some half heard,asked stupid questions of and looked at as a mascot. She wanted to work, to date, to love, even to try the things she had read about. She lay breathless and tired, exhausted by fear and arousal as she waited for the new dawn, her new world.

This Night: Afterglow

  Can someone turn a fan on?  It's  quite hot in here!  Things progressed quickly last week with Sophia, Antony and Brandon and left us in a puddle of goo.   Will Sophia regret her decision? 

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 This Night: Afterglow

by

Eythan Rogers

  Introductions
  Realizations 

“Hey, Soph. Focus here.” 

Kim’s snapping fingers in her face literally snapped her out of her daydreaming. She could feel the stupid grin on her lips too. There was no hiding it. Good thing she never played poker because you could read her like a damn book.

“Sorry. I was just..” 

There was no good excuse and nothing believable came to mind. Sophia kept pushing her ketchup and mayo mixture around her plate with a now cold French fry. She had come to lunch with her best friend like they always did on Saturdays. Except this time it wasn’t just their normal everyday talking. Kim kept pushing her about her unforgettable night. She knew Kim and there was no stopping her pushing but she honestly just wanted to let it go and keep it as the memory that it will be. There will be no next time. Hell, she didn’t even get their last names or cell numbers. Talk about never wanting to see her again in black and white. She snorted to herself and shook her head. She was such an idiot, like she expected anything more to come of this? She knew coming into that night that it was going to be once. And they knew the same. So why was she even analyzing this right now??

“Sophia Lynn!!” She jumped at Kim's Domme tone and her hand that slammed against the table.

“Alright! I’m sorry. I don’t really want to talk about it. And don’t you see enough of that stuff at the club? My night was probably nothing in comparison.”

She watched as Kim sat back in her chair and with a cocky smile crossed her arms over her chest. Her already huge boobs being compressed together and practically spilling out causing the bus boy to nearly loose his bucket of plates. Sophia rolled her eyes and just shook her head.

“Well, I have seen many things but none of them interest me as much as this does. Both Brandon and Anthony said they had a great time.” She smirked again and there was no doubt Sophia’s face gave her away again.

“They told you what happened??”

Kim shook her head and sighed with disappointment. “No., they didn’t have to say anything. They can keep their mouths shut better then anyone I know. But it’s not hard to know when a man, or men had a good time when they walk around with the same stupid smile you have. Yeah, yeah, make up whatever little excuse you’re trying to in that head of yours. I’m no idiot.

Her stupid smile was coming back and she could feel it. Damn it! She had to stop that. No good ever comes from looking back and hoping for something that can never be. Ugh! Sophia let out a sigh happy that Kim didn’t know all the detail from that night. As much fun as she had she wanted those memories to be hers alone. Even her best friend was going to be left in the dark on this one.

“So enough about me, how’s the club business going. Whip anyone good lately?” Sophia winked and went back to eating her feelings, er food. Kim gave her an irritated look but took the change of subject for what it was.

“No, not really. It’s been a bit slow actually. A lot of the members like to play out in the open when the weather is nice, so there’s not much need to come in. Once the weather gets cooler we will be full again. Perfect timing. The new extension will be done by then so more kinky fuckery can continue.” Kim winked and Sophia groaned. She knew damn well how much Sophia hated that damn book that which shall not be named and she loved digging it in whenever she had the chance.

“Cute. So what’s this new construction all about?” As Kim went on in detail about all the new toys and fun furniture that the club is getting Sophia’s phone went off in her pocket. She checked real quick to see if it was important before picking it up. Nothing pissed her off more then when you were out to eat and socialize with friends then when you see people texting at the damn table. When she saw the unknown number she furrowed her brow and was quick to hit the fuck you button. Her heart started racing and she shoved the phone back in her pocket. The last time someone called her from a number in that area was…

Sophia nearly jumped out of her seat when her phone vibrated again telling her she had a voicemail. Kim’s hand covered hers that was gripping the side of the table so hard her knuckles were turning white.

“Soph, look at me. Sophia!” Her head was spinning and Kim spoke to her calmly trying to keep her from freaking out further. “Who was that? I haven’t seen you this on edge since…” Kim just about jumped out of her seat when Sophia stopped her.

“ I don’t know who it was. I just saw the number and, and. Fuck!” With a shaking hand Sophia pulled her cell out of her pocket and looked at Kim.

“I’m here. Maybe it was just a wrong number. Do you want me to listen to it?” Sophia shook her head and laughed nervously.

“No, it’s fine. You’re probably right.” She didn’t want Kim to know how terrified she was to listen to this voicemail but she knew her poker face said it all. She held her breath as she hit the voicemail button and put her cell to her ear.

“Hey Sophia, it’s Brandon….” Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest when she heard his voice. She took a deep breath and Kim sank back in her chair and smacked her arm.

“I told you it was nothing.” But it wasn’t nothing. Brandon had called and asked to talk to her soon. How the hell did the guy even get her number? She knew then that Kim had over heard the voice mail because when she looked at her best friend she just shrugged and gave her a go get em smirk. Sophia was going to kill her; just as soon as she was done listening to Brandon's smooth husky voice that has been stuck in her head all week. 

Just Another After School Special - Part Four

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Just Another After School Special

Part Four 

By

Eva Rayne

I was just thinking about you.

How was I supposed to reply to that? It wasn't until I was staring at his text message on my phone that I realized part of me had been hoping he wouldn't text me back, that Tori and I had been wrong and he was just my teacher. Another, surprisingly large, part of me was excited. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy as I let myself wonder just what exactly he had been thinking about me.

"Earth to Izzie," Tori's voice broke through my thoughts as she waved her hand in front of my face. 

"What are you going to say?" she asked once she was sure she had my attention. 

"I don't know," I replied honestly, shrugging my shoulders.

"I do!" And before I could stop her, Tori plucked my phone out o my hands and started typing. I was on my feet in an instant, trying to wrestle the phone from her, but I was too late. 

"What did you do?" I asked with a groan as she finally released her death grip on my phone. 

"Absolutely nothing," she sang as she picked up her make up. "Anyway, I have to run, I'm late. Have fun tonight!" and with a wink, she disappeared through the bathroom. 

After glaring at her retreating back I turned my attention back to the phone in my hand, hitting the unlock button. The screen lit up, revealing the conversation with Nick and Tori's incriminating text. 

What about me?

I groaned, mentally yelling ever nasty thing I could think of at Tori. It's not like I could tell him that it wasn't me who sent that text, after all, even though nothing had happened he was still my teacher. I didn't want to scare him off by making him think I had told the whole world. 

I half expected to not head back from him, so when my phone chimed not thirty seconds later I was surprised. Apparently 'my' sudden forwardness had been a good thing.

How about I tell you in person? I was just about to go out for a late dinner, care to join me? 

I could feel the blush creeping onto my cheeks as I started typing, already trying to plan an outfit. 

Yeah, sure, that sounds great.

The second I hit the send button I started flipping through the contents of my closet. The purple tank top I was wearing would work. It hugged my body in all the right places and showed just the right amount of cleavage. I had just found the right pair of jeans - skinny jeans with sparkly back pockets - when my phone beeped from my bed. 

Awesome! I live in the campus apartments right behind the library. Wanna come by here and I'll drive?

I read his text while pulling off my sweats. So much for a quiet night of studying. I danced around my room in my underwear as I texted him back, saying that sounded perfect and I'd head that way in a few minutes. 

Once the text sent I pulled on my jeans and started trying to perfect my hair and make up. He texted me one last time giving me the specifics of where his apartment was. The 'see you soon' at the end made the butterflies in my stomach start going crazy once more. 

Fifteen minutes later I found myself knocking on Nick's apartment door. It wasn't until now that I realized once again just how insane this was and started getting nervous again. 

But then Nick opened the door. "Hey Izzie, I'm glad you came."

The Good Girl - Chapter Three

If this happens again, I'm going to spank you. How could one simply uttered ultimatum throw my world into absolute chaos?

My name is Maxi McConnell and I live a double life. Don’t worry. It’s not nearly as nefarious as it sounds. It’s more a simple case of perfection vs. reality. The Perfect Maxi is just that… perfect. Impeccable clothes, immaculate hair and make-up, topped off by a sparkling personality. The Real Maxi…not so much.

I’ve happily played the role of Perfect Maxi for Thomas Graham, my sexy attorney boyfriend over the last several months. But something happened recently that sent our relationship careening into uncharted territory. It seems Thomas doesn’t want Perfect Maxi, he wants Good Girl Maxi. The only problem is I’m not sure how Real Maxi fits into the equation, or if she does at all.

Read Chapter One - Here
Read Chapter Two - Here

The Good Girl

By Fiona Summerville

Chapter Three

As a paralegal, my work consists of quite a bit of research, on and off line, so taking a few moments at lunch to surf the internet on my obsession du jour seemed harmless. I typed in my first query: “should I let him spank me” and hit enter. My eyes grew wide. Wow! 58,300 results in thirty seconds. Apparently there was a lot of spanking research going on in the land of Google. I garnered an odd sense of comfort knowing I wasn’t the only one curious or in the same position.

I clicked on the first result that caught my eye. In it, a woman's husband had wanted to spank her for many years and recently she had caught him masturbating to images online because his urges had gotten out of control.  She asked her fellow cyber “spankees” for advice on whether or not to give in to his wishes. The majority of the people told her to go for it. Wow. I couldn’t believe this had been an ever present specter in her marriage for years and she was only now dealing with it. I suppose I was fortunate that Thomas had been up front with me about his desires right away.

I moved on to another result. This one discussed all the various techniques that could be employed to spank a person. Gah! I’d never thought there might be so many different ways Thomas could spank me. Unfortunately, now that it had been brought to my attention, my mind did what my mind does so well and started over-thinking the possibilities. My body, not to be outdone, responded in kind by getting over-stimulated. Probably not the best of ideas since I was at work, but the damage was done.  So there I sat, dipping my baby carrots into ranch dressing as I imagined all the different ways Thomas might want to deliver my punishment. Bent over, or over his knee? With or without panties? Indoors? Outdoors? With or without an audience? God, the possibilities were endless and each one made me squirm in my chair a little more.

However enlightening, the information also gave me pause. Did I really want Thomas to spank me? If I did, that meant I’d have to intentionally break one of his rules. Was I prepared to do that?

Yes, no, no... Maybe?

Enough! It was all too much. I had to stop. Shutting down my browser, I tossed the last of my lunch in the trash and headed downstairs to clear my head.

Later that afternoon I bumped into Keith, one of the firm's junior associates, when I stopped by the kitchen for my 3:30 cup of coffee and candy break. He sauntered over to the vending machine and leaned against it while I waited for it to dispense my candy bar. He gave me an odd, bordering on creepy, grin.

“Soooo, Maxi, who wants to spank you?”

"Excuse me?"

"Your web search. I saw it."

Fuck!  I knew I should have cleared my cache. "What were you doing on my computer?"

"George and I were in the middle of a meeting on the Valencia Villas case and his computer froze up. You were still at lunch, so I jumped on your computer to look something up.” He leered at me. “I had no idea you were so…”

"So, what?"

"Kink-kay.”

Ugh! I shuddered. The long drawn out way he uttered the word made me want to seek both a shower and a vaccination.  As I stooped to retrieve my candy bar from the bin, I could feel Keith’s lecherous stare still boring into me. I stood and locked eyes with him.

"Oh, I am, Keith," I leered, moving in on him until he was backed up firmly against the wall. "I'm really into spanking…men. Hard. I use a paddle or a riding crop and I whip them until they cry like little girls.” I took a deep shuddering breath in and expelled it. “It really turns me on."

Giving him one last soul withering look, I turned on my heel, and walked out of the kitchen. It felt good to shock the slimy weasel’s sensibilities. But as I walked back to my desk, I panicked as I wondered how long it would take before that wicked little rumor spread throughout the office. Fabulous...just freakin’ fabulous.

***

After that little incident, I decided it would be in my best interest to do my research at home. But that presented an entirely different set of problems as one of Thomas' rules was that I wasn't supposed to look at porn without him. Unfortunately, as one might imagine, researching spanking and BDSM online tended to lead to viewing porn at some point during the research, so once again, I was in a quandary. Did I heed his warning and suspend all forms of research, or did I continue? I still had too many unanswered questions for me to quit, so I continued on with my quest for knowledge of all things BDSM. 

Keep in mind, I'm not a stupid girl and I could have covered my tracks by deleting my browser history, but I didn't bother. I never thought he would check. Ok…that’s a lie. A part of me hoped he would check. Thomas's punishment for surfing porn, or as I liked to call it “doing research”, without him amounted to a clamp on my clit. I had no idea what that entailed, but I had to admit the thought intrigued me. So, the next time Thomas was over I left him in the bedroom while I took a shower, and I left the computer on. Oops! Remember...self-sabotage is my middle name.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was standing in the hallway, his arms crossed over his chest, wearing a look that told me he had checked. Oh, boy.

"Are you ready?"

Although I had, consciously or subconsciously, set the wheels of this train in motion, I shook my head.

"Then you’d better get ready."

He took me by the hand and led me to the bed. He pulled off my robe and laid me back on the mattress. I watched curiously as he pulled open the drawer to my nightstand. Apparently he’d given this some forethought because I don't keep anything that could remotely be construed as a sex toy in my nightstand. As he withdrew an alligator clip, I whimpered and tried to sit up, but he pushed me back down.

"Maxi, spread your lips apart."

Put that clip down, and I might. My gaze bounced from the clip in his hand to his coal black eyes and back again. I couldn’t bring myself to move. 

"I said, spread your lips apart.” His voice was firmer, edgier.

This time, I did what he said, and when he captured my clit with the clamp, the moan that burst from my lips was like no sound I’d ever made. It was guttural, primal and reverberated throughout the room. God, I hoped my neighbors weren’t home.

"I think we need to have another talk, Maxi," he said. I tried to focus on his words, I really did, but the only thing I could think about was the searing pain radiating from my core. The clamp was tight, my clit was throbbing and Thomas was speaking to me in near conversational tones. What. The. Fuck. "I think I need to elucidate on what i expect from you as my partner."

Really? He was choosing this particular moment to have the relationship talk? Was he fucking serious? My breath was coming out in hiccups as I poured every ounce of willpower I had into lying still and not crying out.

"I like to play," he said softly.

A tiny whimper escaped my lips. He considered this play? My mind reeled as I tried to understand how such an excruciating pain could even remotely be considered playful, and for whom. Because, at that moment, I certainly wasn’t feeling it.

"You’re not following me, are you?"

I bit my lip and shook my head.

"I’ve tried to ease you into this," he said, "I needed to be sure that this was something you wanted. Not everyone can appreciate my sort of play, but I think you do. The thought of it makes you wet, but that’s just the buildup. See, the real satisfaction comes in that space between pain and pleasure. The release, or surrender. Here, let me show you." He took the clamp off, replacing the jagged metal teeth with the softness and warmth of his mouth. The pain of the clamp dissolved into a pulsing desire which rolled right into a mind blowing orgasm under his ministrations. 

Now, I understood. In the right situation and in the right hands the line between pain and pleasure became blurred. I loved the end result. I just wasn’t sure if I could endure everything that led up to it, but with Thomas, I might be willing to try.

He slid up beside me and smiled. "Are you ready to listen now, baby?"

I smiled and purred my assent as the last of the orgasm shuddered through me. Wait, where did he get that blindfold? I blinked and pulled away slightly. He must have read the trepidation in my eyes.

"Shhh...It helps your focus. Trust me,” he whispered against my ear as he slid the black silk over my eyes.

I did trust him. I trusted him more than I had trusted anyone in years. I found comfort in that knowledge, but at the same time there was something patently worrisome about not being able to see him or what he was doing.

"I try never to come on too strong," he murmured as his fingers began to roam over my body. I shivered. His voice was hushed. His touch was languorous, hypnotic. "My intent is not to scare. I haven’t scared you, have I?"

I shook my head.

"But you’re curious. I saw the sorts of things you were looking up online."

I drew in a sharp breath, and I felt my skin flush with embarrassment.

"Don’t worry, baby. Curiosity is a good thing," he whispered as his teeth nipped at my ear lobe. "It’s important for you to know what you want. Important to understand what I can give you. If you're not curious, this isn’t going to work."

His lips found my breasts and he suckled and laved each of them, his fingers pinching one while his lips concentrated on the other. He was right, the blindfold did help. It heightened the sensation of every kiss, every lick, and every feather-light touch.  As he kissed his way down my body, he continued talking.

“But here’s the thing, Maxi, if you’re not open with me, we can't do this. We can’t be together. You need to be able to tell me where your boundaries are. What lines I can, and can’t cross."

His mouth hovered just over my mound, his breath tickling and heating that which was already enflamed and approaching four-alarm fire status, but he just…kept…talking.

"I'm good,” he said, his tongue flicking across my clit, "but you have to be my guide."

"So, before we take this little adventure any further, I need you to come up with a safe word. I know you understand its purpose. Remember, I saw your search history." I could feel his lips curl into a smile as he worked me toward my second orgasm. "Make sure you have it the next time we meet."

I tried to say yes, but I could only scream as his mouth sent me careening over the edge again and my body splintered into a million orgasmic shards. 

This Night: Realization

Have you been on the edge of your seat waiting?  YOu were introduced to our newest writer two weeks ago with a hint into his erotic mind.  What do you think Sophia will do  now that  the boys are  with her?

(Last week  blogger hated me and wouldn't allow me access to post a single thing.  I must find those in charge  and  give them a good lesson in the dungeon.)

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First Night:  Realization

by

Eythan Rogers

Part 1 Introductions

She groaned and her eyes closed again. Sweet Jesus she was going to kill Jane for this. But he was right. This was a side that she had little experience with but deep down she knew what she was and this was just adding fuel to the fire.

“Yes, she told you the truth” Both men groaned out loud and Anthony’s grip in her hair pulled tighter. He pulled her back a little and kissed her cheek.

“That makes me very happy. Brandon, get her comfortable and undress her for us.”

 The other man smiled wide and gladly took her hand and helped her up. “Gladly”

She swallowed hard again and Brandon’s hand smoothed over her cheek. “You ready for this darling? Anytime you want to stop you just say the word and we back off. No silly safe words, no means no. Got it?” She nodded and was grateful that they were talking everything out with her and not just jumping into everything. Brandon moved in and his lips brushed over her ear, his hot breath making her shiver.

“Let go Sophia” That was all she needed to hear.

Her eyes closed and she was gone, transported into another world because no way could this be her reality. Brandon’s hands ran over her body, getting her comfortable to his touch until his hands played with the hem of her shirt. With amazing patience he lifted her shirt up and over her head. A cool breeze washed over her over heated skin and it felt good. A slight moan escaped her lips and her eyes opened to Brandon’s grinning face. He wasted no time and didn’t let her discomfort come back at all. Without warning his lips came down on hers. With a gasp she kissed him back. Opening to him, letting his lips and tongue explore hers.  He consumed her, taking her breath away. Hands came form behind her and moved down her hips. She was trying to focus on Brandon but Anthony was distracting her by unbuttoning her jeans and parting her zipper. Brandon’s hands gripped her breasts and squeezed, bringing her back to him in front of her. His hands were rough and calloused, real man hands. He peeled her bra down and kissed down her neck to the swell of her breasts. Kissing the top of each before taking a nipple between his lips. She was going to lose it. Her panties were soaked and she wasn’t even naked yet! She ached all over. Her nipples were so sensitive and Brandon’s lips and teeth on them were making them even more so. A moan left her lips again and he sucked harder. Her jeans were gone. How the hell had that happened? Oh god she was going to drown in pure ecstasy.

“Please..” She begged but she didn’t know what she was asking for. Brandon let up and stepped back sitting back on the bed Anthony finished undressing her while Brandon watched. Leaning back on the bed he pulled off his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt. Letting the sides fall open over his rock hard body. In clear view she bit her lip, imagining licking every inch of that body. Anthony tipped her chin so she was looking at him. She now stood before them naked as the day she was born. She had this odd feeling of empowerment standing here. Like she could do anything.

With his hand still on her chin he looked down into her eyes. “I want you to go suck on Brandon’s cock until he is so close he cums in that pretty little mouth. But don’t let him. Make him wait.” With her heart in her throat she nodded and smirked. Doing exactly what he had told her to do. Sophia knelt down on the floor and undid Brandon’s pants. With his help she slid them off until he was as naked as she was. He was already hard and she smiled again knowing it was her that did that. He was long and thick. His hard cock resting against his tight abs got her wetter. He was going to be a tight fit. She was no pro at giving a blowjob but she was damn sure she could make him beg for more. She made an O with her lips and took the head of him into her mouth and sucked. Taking another inch of him and then another she took him until he hit the back of her throat and swallowed. “Holy fuck! That mouth is damn sweet babe!”

Taking control she did what she was told and sucked him until he was going to explode. Sucking, licking and taking him deep into her mouth over and over again. His hands fisted in her hair and he started to fuck her mouth. He was close she could tell and she stopped, pulling back but not before she kissed the tip of his cock. His hips jerked and he growled with a smirk. “You’re going to regret that sweetheart. Climb on up here. I want you to ride my cock while you suck off Ant. He’s been eyeing that mouth of yours since we got here”

So that’s why Brandon couldn’t finish in her mouth, he wanted it. As she adjusted her self on the bed Brandon pulled a condom out of the pocket of his pants and quickly sheathed his cock in latex. He crooked his finger at her to come closer. As she crawled up he gripped her hips and hauled her ass on top of him. Sophia squealed and caught herself on his chest. Her hands hit rock solid muscle. His cock found her wet pussy and Brandon took no time slamming home in one thrust. It took her breath away. Brandon’s hips thrust up and down taking her on a long ride when she felt the bed dip. Looking up she saw Anthony now naked and his palm stroking his cock mere inches from her face.

“Open those sweet lips for me Sophia. Take all of me. I know you can” She hesitated for a moment because Anthony was thicker then Brandon. How the hell was she going to take all of that? Her thoughts were brought up short when Brandon thrust up balls deep.

“Don’t think about it darling, just do it” Brandon took her mind of the fear with another thrust. Taking Anthony’s cock in hand and her other balancing her on Brandon’s chest she took him into her mouth. Sucking his head, tasting pre cum she moaned at his taste. He was different than Brandon. He tasted of sandalwood and soap, clean and fresh from the shower. She took him deeper opening her mouth as wide as she could. Her pussy was throbbing as Brandon pounded unto her and her mouth was busy taking more of Anthony. His hand gripped her hair, god they loved her hair. Pulling her further down his cock. He fucked her mouth slowly at first. Letting her get used to his width. She was so close to taking him all the way; she wanted to do this for him. She wanted to please him, to give him just as much please as she was getting. Brandon was relentless, groaning and thrusting faster, harder, pounding her pussy into submission. She was pinned between the two of them. Stuck giving into their pleasure as well as her own.

Brandon’s hand came between them and he touched her clit, nearly setting her off. He didn’t stop and neither could she. She was so pent up and ready she lost it as soon as she pinched her clit. Screaming around Anthony’s cock her legs trembled as she came down from an intense orgasm.

“Good girl, baby. God damn that was hot.”

When she came back, with no mercy Anthony fucked her mouth as if it was her wet cunt and she welcomed it. Her eyes were tearing and she was no doubt a mess but the burning in her pussy and the back of her throat kept her going.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer Sophia. You make him cum and swallow everything he gives you” His fingerprints were going to be imprinted in her hips and she loved it. Riding that hard cock and sucking the other with everything she had she heard Brandon go off first. Grunting and falling on the bed Anthony was close too. She could feel his cock getting harder. His balls rolling in her hand she squeezed a bit and he was done for. Cumming hard she wanted to scream but she couldn’t. She swallowed every bit he gave her. Brandon’s cock was still hard inside her and he thrust up again and then pulled out of her. She was on her back in seconds flat with her legs spread wide. Brandon’s mouth was on her pussy lapping at her juices and sucking her clit.

“Oh god! It’s too much! I can’t!” He didn’t give up. He sucked her clit again and she was lost. Falling over the edge again into oblivion. It was even bigger then her first orgasm. She couldn’t breath. Her world was dimming around her, she couldn’t even keep her eyes open. She was in pure bliss.

“Sorry babe, I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste you. Get some rest before we start all over again.”

With a content smile on her face she felt the bed dip on both sides of her and she gave into the rest that her body needed. The night was just beginning and she had no regrets, but would she be able to let this go after tonight?