I open up the door angrily to find Angelica posing seductively in front of me meowing, “Hello handsome”. That sexy kitten voice, that sound was music to my ears. Big dark sunglasses on. A black short leather biker dress with towering high heels. She comes in walking like Uma Thurman in KillBill. She takes off the sunglasses and I instantly get lost in those amazing dark deep eyes again.
She smiles saying, “my husband perceived our chemistry when you came to visit us. The sharp dog that he is, he whiffed out I had feelings for you. But he didn’t realize things had changed ever since I saw you. He wanted me to stay at home forever waiting for him, on him while he cheated on me multiple times thinking I would never find out. But finally, enough was enough, two can play this game.`` She licked her lips and kissed me deeply. We smooched like two long lost lovers for thirty minutes,
It's only been a month since I moved in and I swear someone is watching me. I know it may sound paranoid as a statement, but ever since I moved to this small neighbourhood where everyone looks the same and people are replaced by robots or actors like in 'The Truman Show', I am quite convinced that someone is watching me at night when I undress.I moved for work and honestly that's all I care about. I don't have much time to waste with a weak little man who doesn’t have the confidence to face me. Besides, virile men, I don’t like them as well, they are overconfident, insecure and patriarchal. I like men who are tender, who rely on you, whom you can dominate, whom you trust to be faithful or else they will be punished. That sort of thing.Anyway, the other day, someone was watching me. I was sure of it. I was in my underwear and I turned around
“AHHH..”. I screamed loudly gasping, so scared that I was still shaking.“That’s Mila and this is where I keep her kennel…(petting her) Mm-hmm. She is my little dog. I absolutely love her.” he says.“Sure. Definitely.” I reply quietly embarrassed about what I thought these past few months that I don’t even dare to look him in the face. I keep my gaze down as he says to me, “Hey, are you okay? Are you afraid of dogs by any chance?”'No, no, no' I say retreating as I start climbing downstairs. He follows me smiling and asks if I'm having fun. I nod. I finally look up, in the face and find myself in front of two beautiful, crystal clear, pure blue eyes.I am pleasantly impressed by my neighbour's handsome lo
He says, “Alexander” in a voice so deep it seems to come from hell“It turns me on if you tell me what you're doing” I continue torturing him asking him for more.“What? Ahhhh… He replies that he is touching his balls.“I wanna kiss you. On the forehead. Good boy, be this obedient. You turn me on, little man. I want you to lick my mouth. I want you to bite my lips. I'm not touching you, but you close your eyes and imagine...as if I were touching you. I have a velvety hand. A soft hand that takes it in slowly, my fingers warm, my nails cool, sharp, caressing you. Then, I lower myself. And I make you feel my lips. As I get closer you feel the warmth of my mouth. Then, at a certain point, you feel warm...and then Warmer. Hotter. And then your sex is in my mouth. I like it beca
A thrill runs through his body. I watch him as his two hands tremble at his throat, in the throes of a nervous tremor, undoing the knot of his tie, with a lot of difficulty. He lifts it over his head and places it on the coffee table in my living room. Then he stands up, still a bit quivering, and unfastens his belt. His pants fall to his feet, revealing a pair of slightly thin legs. A little boyish. The shirt flaps protrude from the jacket and dangle in the void.Alexander swallows again, looking undecided. But a raising of the girl's eyebrow is enough and his hands reach the boxers, and then the pants on the floor.The man's breathing had become more laborious now. He rests both hands on the big table of my living room and climbs on it, on all fours down on it in an unmistakable doggy style.I take a
He begs as I move his finger relentlessly across that erogenous zone, which I know drives men beyond crazy. Those bundles of live nerves guarantee unforgettable pleasure and pain.He abandons himself entirely in my hands. He knows that I am wise in my gestures, that there is no deliberate cruelty in my movements, that every detail is designed to give him pleasure. Even the lashes, I tell him, have been served to excite him, so that he gets used to not feeling pain but pleasure when his Mistress acts. To trust her. And soon enough, the throes of passion make their way through his limbs.At that point, I approach him, kiss and ask if he's okay. He replies in the affirmative. That he wants to fuck. I slap him and go back to put a collar on his neck. I fill a bowl with milk, put it on the table, he instantly sits awaiting my orders while I keep him on a leash. I ob
I order peremptorily enjoying the shocked look on her face, she doesn't want to, it's obvious BUT I insist. She continues to hold back. I clap my hands giving her a hard stare, to scare her. From a distance, I could sense that Alexander got petrified as well. Rose then starts licking because she realizes it's convenient. Watching her pink tongue on my boot-covered ankle gets me all wet. I am aroused and eager as I help her get her up, instantly kissing her so deeply that she lets out a sigh.Rose calms down, sensing the moment as a gesture of affection and as I have her lips in my mouth. I pluck on her lips ferociously making her bleed a bit. She realizes things are getting serious. I instruct both of them to follow me. Alexander immediately comes after me like a loyal puppy. Rose stands still in the living room, upset. I give her a nasty l
I discovered sex when I was in college. One day I was at college during the afternoon break when I was 16. There was a handsome boy who was always around me. A couple of talks, a walk in the campus corridors while the rest of the class was having a lesson, and before I knew it I was sneaking into a toilet with him and he was slipping it to me. Let’s just say that at the time I understood why he has been called ‘The Boss’ in the entire college. He had what even I knew at the time was an enormous penis.I didn't come from a rich family at that time so, growing up, I got used to always thinking about money. Money and sex. Those are two of the things that have made me the girl I am today. Two life experiences: the lack of money, and the abundance of horny men. Either way, I was trying to make a little extra money, just to get some quick cash.I'm Camilla, almost 21 years old now, still a bit naïve though. I had to face troubling situations in my young life and I have always tried to stay
“Certainly, sir. The job at Johnson & Mellon Inc. is very important to me. It's because of you that I got in.” I responded formally. I couldn’t afford to mess with the only job that was paying my bills. “What's wrong with you?” he asked, almost irritated with my answer as though he was used to all his employees doling out the same format every day. “I am sorry Sir, what do you mean?” I asked, confused by what he actually wanted to hear. “What happened back there?” he implored softly. For a moment I almost forgot what had happened. So I tried very hard to tell him what had happened to me. After listening to the entire debacle, he looked at me coldly, confidently and then said, “Were you dressed like that this morning?” I literally poured my heart out to this man and this is what he wanted to know! What I was wearing?!? Maybe I got that wrong! “How?” I asked, confused again by his words. “You surely understand.” he slightly turned his head sideways expecting me to be smarter than