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DARK DESIRE (short steamy stories) chapter 30
Shelly immediately latched herself onto the guy she’d liked from across the room, grinding her ass against him. Her dress hitched up so high that Meg could see a little triangle of Shelly’s white underwear. She was relieved that Shelly was actually wearing underwear, though Meg wasn’t sure how she’d fit them under her tight dress. The bridesmaids paired off with other guys from Shelly’s guy’s social circle. One of them sidled up to Meg. “So, how’s it going?” he asked, trying to dance up on her. “Nope,” she said, elbowing him away. “Bitch,” he sniped, dancing over behind Shelly, effectively making a bride sandwich with his friend. The barb didn’t sting Meg. She was mostly relieved that he’d left her alone. The last thing she wanted to do was act like as big a slut as the rest of the girls was acting. She took advantage of everyone’s relative distraction to slip back to the dais and polish off her cocktail. “Hey, baby,” a guy said, placing his hand on her shoulder. Meg didn’t even turn
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She had only gone to the store. She had spent five minutes at the fucking 7-11 getting a soda and already George had stuffed his hands down his pants and become reacquainted with his cock as if she had been gone for weeks. Calmly, Priscilla licked her lips. She removed the magazine from George’s shaky hands and flipped it open. There it was, tits and ass everywhere, page after page of breasts and rear ends. It was typical, typical that George would be drooling after something he already had. As if he didn’t live with tits and ass, as if he didn’t have complete access to tits and ass every single day. And like she knew it would, there it came, the pathetic stammering of an explanation. “I was just having a look and—” Priscilla placed her hands on her hips. “Yes, George, you were just having a look at the shiny magazine and your hand somehow found its way into your underwear and landed directly on your cock.” She didn’t expect a reply. She expected just what he gave her. Shame across hi
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Muffled moaning will come from your mouth as you see your clothes in front of you. You’ll hear the snap of the cuff holder on my belt, feel me seize your wrist and gently guide your arm behind you. You’ll hear the click clack click of the cuff, feel it cold around your wrist. Your other arm will be limp and compliant as I finish cuffing you, leaving you suspended over my knee, helpless. It’s always a hard decision with you: cuff your wrists behind you or feel you grip my leg as I punish you over my knee? This time, I’ll cuff your wrists because I want you helpless, because you’ve been asking for it, and if I let you forget you’re under my control, you might be just too damn pleased with yourself at getting what you want. That’s always a danger with a woman like you, but it’s so easily remedied with a simple pair of police cuffs. You’ll be naked, then, except for those red shoes you bought specifically to tempt me, Jennifer. The hot red fuck me pumps that I always think of as spank-me
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She pictured his body bent over the table where they worked, her palm connecting with his tight white briefs, the slight tremble in his athlete’s thighs. Closing her eyes, she could feel the rove and squeeze of her hand on his buttock, the smooth skin of his back. What got to her most were his arms, strong and lithe. She thought the T-shirt tan line made the flesh of his bicep seem more vulnerable, smooth as it was. His bitten nails matched her own and reminded her that there was insecurity buried beneath his cocky demeanor. What she wanted most was to be enfolded in the protective circle of those arms, to feel his heartbeat against her cheek through his chest. To cheer at the side of the pitch as he competed, or watch him laze on the grass, one knee cocked, in the sunshine, smiling a smile that was just for her. In truth, she wanted to be young again, just out of school and cherished. She slapped the nostalgic fantasy away. She was something else entirely, a teacher, an older woman,
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The Baron first set eyes on me during my burlesque, in which I slow-danced in a corset with a garter belt and stockings. I enjoyed swinging my hips within the tight, boned basque, its sleek red silk stretched taut. Apart from my costume, I had only a wooden chair, which awaited my arrival on the limelit stage. Leaning forward, I’d raise my knee and place my heeled sandal upon the seat, smoothing a stocking along my thigh, my red lips pouting, my eyes heavily kohled. I used my body, arching my spine so my breasts pushed up against the strapless bodice, as if at any moment, in their buoyancy, they’d spring from the fabric. There, as the music played, I’d slowly gyrate, making love to the men with my stare. Not that I could see them—they were lost in the shadows—but I could feel their desire burning my flesh, could hear their throaty cries. But this was just the prelude; I was famous for the wooden chair. A member of the audience would be led to the stage where I’d take his hand, and hi
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You’d never know the belt is there by looking at him. It’s lost between his shirt and his pants, tucked away, hidden, pulled close, serving a dual purpose. You’d never know it’s there, unless he made a point of showing you. And he does, often, a hand resting there as a reminder in public, an intimation of what will happen in private. You have no idea how many other girls he makes a point of showing it to, but the reason you keep returning is that when you’re with him, you don’t care about the other girls. There could be hundreds, thousands even; as long as he looks at you the way he does when he unbuckles and unfurls the soft, worn, brown leather, then coils the belt purposefully around his hand, you can let yourself believe he wears it just for you. This isn’t the first belt that’s been used to strike you. There was the boyfriend in college who had you bend over, skirt around your ankles, camera flashing and belt lashing against your skin before plunging his oversized cock into your
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Amusement is soon replaced by clenching of muscles when he applies his hard, smooth hand to my bare bum, over and over and over until I can barely maintain my ignoble position. My breathy grunts cloud the perfect polish of the desk so that my nose tip is dampened, skidding around in time with the smacks. My fingers cling to the edge, but at the same time I must take care not to let my nails mark the surface. From this position it is difficult to focus on anything but the direction, speed and solidity of the next stroke, but somehow I have learned to keep a part of my mind concentrated on what Sinclair calls appropriate behavior. No swearing. No badmouthing him. No kicking up with my feet or reaching behind to shield my bottom. I can plead all I like, but only the invocation of my safeword will make the slightest shred of difference. None of this is unmanageable at first, but once the strap is flexed and flipped and brought to bear on my bottom, the alert level changes. I start to thin
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When Shannon woke up, she felt refreshed. Michael however, wasn't very far from her mind. In fact she had had a strange dream about him. It wasn't much of a dream but it was enough to upset her all morning. She felt angry with herself. How could she still have a man she barely knew in her mind? Shannon decided there was only one way to get rid of the thoughts piling up in her head. She had until Monday to get to work. Her bosses had been considerate enough to let her have the weekend to herself. She could use that to try to relax and get that man out of her head for good. There were lots of things to do in the hotel. She could go to the beach, even to the pool if she thought the beach had too many people around. In the end, Shannon settled for the spa. It would be more quiet there and she needed the privacy if she was going to get all her ideas in order. A massage would be most fitting. Even during her walk to the spa, Shannon couldn't help but feel alone. There were lots of couples a
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