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Wednesday and Thursday.
The next morning, she got up early to get to work and I had breakfast there again. Kriszta was working and the girls treated me about the same as the other patrons, although as I was getting ready to leave Jana stopped by my table to whisper that she'd call me at 3 and had some exciting news from Kriszta.
That morning I had a meeting at the office of one of our vendors. It didn't take as long as I'd expected so I got to the office after everyone else, but earlier than they'd anticipated. I walked into my office to see Natasha standing at my desk with her eyes closed and my pen in her mouth.
The next morning, she got up early to get to work and I had breakfast there again. Kriszta was working and the girls treated me about the same as the other patrons, although as I was getting ready to leave Jana stopped by my table to whisper that she’d call me at 3 and had some exciting news from Kriszta.
That morning I had a meeting at the office of one of our vendors. It didn’t take as long as I’d expected so I got to the office after everyone else, but earlier than they’d anticipated. I walked into my office to see Natasha standing at my desk with her eyes closed and my pen in her mouth. Read more »
A little more natural exhibitionism at the garden center.
We're the sort of people that treat the property surrounding our house as an extension of the rooms to our house. We've created gardens that fill every corner to create outdoor rooms and paths. In time, as things grow larger, we will have our own little oasis in the midst of civilization. Living in town, it is the only real way to get some privacy outdoors.
Normally, our gardening tapers off during the heat of the Summer. Typically each year there is a slow buildup after the holidays as we can see the end of Winter coming and we start our planning. Time is spent looking through seed and nursery catalogs, making lists and plans for annuals and any new perennials or larger plants. Then we start checking to see what will be available locally and what will have to be ordered. Orders are placed, plans are refined, and we begin to start our seeds in the basement under the gro-lamps. Then as the cold weather recedes, we are in a flurry of activity through the Spring as we clean up our planting beds and gardens, put down mulch, and plant our new additions. Usually by June we are winding down on things as we head into the heat of the Summer. Hopefully everything is established as the weather gets drier. At that point it is more a matter to tending to things, some weeding, and watering during the driest periods. Then in the Fall we get back into things, cleaning up things for Winter and doing some Fall planting as well.
We’re the sort of people that treat the property surrounding our house as an extension of the rooms to our house. We’ve created gardens that fill every corner to create outdoor rooms and paths. In time, as things grow larger, we will have our own little oasis in the midst of civilization. Living in town, it is the only real way to get some privacy outdoors.
Normally, our gardening tapers off during the heat of the Summer. Typically each year there is a slow buildup after the holidays as we can see the end of Winter coming and we start our planning. Time is spent looking through seed and nursery catalogs, making lists and plans for annuals and any new perennials or larger plants. Then we start checking to see what will be available locally and what will have to be ordered. Orders are placed, plans are refined, and we begin to start our seeds in the basement under the gro-lamps. Then as the cold weather recedes, we are in a flurry of activity through the Spring as we clean up our planting beds and gardens, put down mulch, and plant our new additions. Usually by June we are winding down on things as we head into the heat of the Summer. Hopefully everything is established as the weather gets drier. At that point it is more a matter to tending to things, some weeding, and watering during the driest periods. Then in the Fall we get back into things, cleaning up things for Winter and doing some Fall planting as well. Read more »
Tables get turned and an interesting shopping trip.
Sunday morning was slipping into afternoon when I awoke in Julia's room. I looked at the ceiling for a few moments until my brain caught up with the rest of me, and memories of the previous 24 hours came flooding back. But for the fact that I was in Julia's bed and ached in places I didn't even know I had, the events of Saturday seemed almost unreal. Had I really made Julia strip in the middle of a high-class restaurant? Had we actually fucked like savages in the garage? Had she then genuinely taken the five-minute walk back around to her front door naked apart from stockings, heels and glasses, my come still drying on her face and tits? We didn't bump into any neighbours, but I wondered if some of them had been watching from indoors. I was a bit worried that they might make life difficult for her if they were prudish, which I knew was an odd reaction for somebody who runs a voyeuristic porn website, but still; I didn't want to see her hurt.
Sunday morning was slipping into afternoon when I awoke in Julia’s room. I looked at the ceiling for a few moments until my brain caught up with the rest of me, and memories of the previous 24 hours came flooding back. But for the fact that I was in Julia’s bed and ached in places I didn’t even know I had, the events of Saturday seemed almost unreal. Had I really made Julia strip in the middle of a high-class restaurant? Had we actually fucked like savages in the garage? Had she then genuinely taken the five-minute walk back around to her front door naked apart from stockings, heels and glasses, my come still drying on her face and tits? We didn’t bump into any neighbours, but I wondered if some of them had been watching from indoors. I was a bit worried that they might make life difficult for her if they were prudish, which I knew was an odd reaction for somebody who runs a voyeuristic porn website, but still; I didn’t want to see her hurt. Read more »
He tests her limits; she destroys his.
I awoke on Saturday to find unseasonable sunshine streaming through the curtains. Getting up I checked the camera feeds from above Julia's bed, where she had collapsed after her display. She was still curled up asleep, so I inspected the rest of my feeds. Samira had had a rough night; after her brothers had gone a guy I knew to be her father and a couple of other older men I assumed were friends or uncles had taken over, taking it in turns to fuck her and beat her tits and ass with belts.
My normal reaction would be to feel bad about this, but I couldn't very well go to the police without incriminating myself. It's not like I was the one doing the abusing either, so I'd upload to the website and be damned. But today I felt unusually bad, and wondered why as I ran the night's footage though some fast editing software I'd designed. When I was satisfied with the selections I hesitated for a moment, then decided "screw it" and hit the upload button. I also saved a hi-res version to DVD, and put it in a courier envelope to send to the discreet disc authoring place in Denmark.
I awoke on Saturday to find unseasonable sunshine streaming through the curtains. Getting up I checked the camera feeds from above Julia’s bed, where she had collapsed after her display. She was still curled up asleep, so I inspected the rest of my feeds. Samira had had a rough night; after her brothers had gone a guy I knew to be her father and a couple of other older men I assumed were friends or uncles had taken over, taking it in turns to fuck her and beat her tits and ass with belts.
My normal reaction would be to feel bad about this, but I couldn’t very well go to the police without incriminating myself. It’s not like I was the one doing the abusing either, so I’d upload to the website and be damned. But today I felt unusually bad, and wondered why as I ran the night’s footage though some fast editing software I’d designed. When I was satisfied with the selections I hesitated for a moment, then decided “screw it” and hit the upload button. I also saved a hi-res version to DVD, and put it in a courier envelope to send to the discreet disc authoring place in Denmark. Read more »
Her lover shows her off.
All the card said was "Put this on and be ready at 3:00." The box had been delivered by his driver, Kevin, earlier in the day. I still wasn't sure what to make of it. The card had come attached to a white box. In the box was a short, and I do mean short, black leather skirt, a black lace top that looked like it would barely cover me, a black satin half-cup bra that was one cup size smaller than I normally wear and a pair of 3-inch glossy black stiletto heels. He'd never wanted me to dress this way before. He always insisted on elegant clothes and sexy lingerie. This was something completely different.
All the card said was “Put this on and be ready at 3:00.” The box had been delivered by his driver, Kevin, earlier in the day. I still wasn’t sure what to make of it. The card had come attached to a white box. In the box was a short, and I do mean short, black leather skirt, a black lace top that looked like it would barely cover me, a black satin half-cup bra that was one cup size smaller than I normally wear and a pair of 3-inch glossy black stiletto heels. He’d never wanted me to dress this way before. He always insisted on elegant clothes and sexy lingerie. This was something completely different. Read more »
Ali & Elle relax at a masturbation resort.
By the time I got home from the "toy store," I was exhausted. I went to bed early, even though it was a Saturday night. Of course, I masturbated before I went to bed with one of the new toys, and it was great. Ali and I were both excited to try to get away from work for a long weekend to go to this Spa that Sarah mentioned. Ali called Marie and confirmed it was the same place. I was so fascinated. My sexuality was blooming, and nothing could stop it. It had a life of its own.
On Monday, Ali and I were both able to secure a couple of days off during the week Sarah was expected to work at the OnaSpa, which she described as a sprawling, women-only resort for masturbation. I called Sarah to confirm that she could get the space for us.
By the time I got home from the “toy store,” I was exhausted. I went to bed early, even though it was a Saturday night. Of course, I masturbated before I went to bed with one of the new toys, and it was great. Ali and I were both excited to try to get away from work for a long weekend to go to this Spa that Sarah mentioned. Ali called Marie and confirmed it was the same place. I was so fascinated. My sexuality was blooming, and nothing could stop it. It had a life of its own.
On Monday, Ali and I were both able to secure a couple of days off during the week Sarah was expected to work at the OnaSpa, which she described as a sprawling, women-only resort for masturbation. I called Sarah to confirm that she could get the space for us. Read more »
Uninhibited couple inspires their own adventures.
Gino's was open for lunch, but I was the early bird. Becky, she's the night owl, with big round eyes and always a half-hour late. A half-hour late for lunch, a half-hour late to the dentist, a half- hour late for church.
She scared us when she was late for her period last month, but we sighed and kissed and told ourselves, even so, would it be such a bad thing? Becky and Baby and Me? I kissed her bare belly and pressed my ear against her tummy, listening for what I don't know. "It's way too early," I said, "I can't hear a thing." Becky cried.
Gino’s was open for lunch, but I was the early bird. Becky, she’s the night owl, with big round eyes and always a half-hour late. A half-hour late for lunch, a half-hour late to the dentist, a half- hour late for church.
She scared us when she was late for her period last month, but we sighed and kissed and told ourselves, even so, would it be such a bad thing? Becky and Baby and Me? I kissed her bare belly and pressed my ear against her tummy, listening for what I don’t know. “It’s way too early,” I said, “I can’t hear a thing.” Becky cried. Read more »