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Tom interviews Angel and hires her.
"It"s been awhile since I"ve added to this story, but I haven"t been idle. This is chapter six and I have chapters 7-10 completed. With the exception of some minor changes in wording, they are ready for posting.
In the chapter you are about to read Tom meets Angel, the title character, for the first time. For those of you who have not been following the story (or perhaps forgotten it?) this is the perfect opportunity for you to catch up. Chapters 1 through 5 contain background information on Tom (the "I" in the story) and it is suggested that you read them since this and future chapters contain references to past events. It will also give you insights into the formation of Tom"s somewhat contradictory character traits and confused philosophy of life. For those of you who elect not to read them I have synopsized the chapters so you will at least be aware of the basics.
“It”s been awhile since I”ve added to this story, but I haven”t been idle. This is chapter six and I have chapters 7-10 completed. With the exception of some minor changes in wording, they are ready for posting.
In the chapter you are about to read Tom meets Angel, the title character, for the first time. For those of you who have not been following the story (or perhaps forgotten it?) this is the perfect opportunity for you to catch up. Chapters 1 through 5 contain background information on Tom (the “I” in the story) and it is suggested that you read them since this and future chapters contain references to past events. It will also give you insights into the formation of Tom”s somewhat contradictory character traits and confused philosophy of life. For those of you who elect not to read them I have synopsized the chapters so you will at least be aware of the basics. Read more »
Lovers, black undies, and a stranger.
As she pulled the black, lacy panties up her tanned legs, she could not help but smile. He purchased them, brought them home wrapped in a royal blue foiled box tied with a gold ribbon. He did not have to say a word to her as to why. She knew why. She turned to the full length mirror, admiring her simple black dress, slowly smoothing out the clingy fabric over her thighs. " It's all in the packaging," she thought to herself as she slipped on her 3 inch black heels. She loved the way her calves took on a different contour when she wore high heels.
As she pulled the black, lacy panties up her tanned legs, she could not help but smile. He purchased them, brought them home wrapped in a royal blue foiled box tied with a gold ribbon. He did not have to say a word to her as to why. She knew why. She turned to the full length mirror, admiring her simple black dress, slowly smoothing out the clingy fabric over her thighs. ” It’s all in the packaging,” she thought to herself as she slipped on her 3 inch black heels. She loved the way her calves took on a different contour when she wore high heels. Read more »
Barbara forms a bond with Kent, at last.
Sir Gideon asked me to try the equipment in the room for comfort, smiling at me reassuringly.
"Please be gentle with me Sir. I've never been examined like this before." Indicating the velvet ropes at each corner of the device with my eyes before lowering them again.
"Your safe word?" He asked abruptly, his smile vanished.
"Kent." I replied softly. Another Freudian choice, I realised as soon as I said it. That was the second time tonight that I had let my intrigue about Kent and his strange penchant for this unusual lifestyle slip from my lips. It was obvious that I needed to be under control by somebody other than my husband. Wordlessly I lay down and opened up my arms and legs to allow him to secure me to the unusual examination couch to his entire satisfaction. It was the first time that I had surrendered myself this way to a total stranger but I could see Kent, Cathy and Monique watching me as they walked around the room.
Sir Gideon asked me to try the equipment in the room for comfort, smiling at me reassuringly.
“Please be gentle with me Sir. I’ve never been examined like this before.” Indicating the velvet ropes at each corner of the device with my eyes before lowering them again.
“Your safe word?” He asked abruptly, his smile vanished.
“Kent.” I replied softly. Another Freudian choice, I realised as soon as I said it. That was the second time tonight that I had let my intrigue about Kent and his strange penchant for this unusual lifestyle slip from my lips. It was obvious that I needed to be under control by somebody other than my husband. Wordlessly I lay down and opened up my arms and legs to allow him to secure me to the unusual examination couch to his entire satisfaction. It was the first time that I had surrendered myself this way to a total stranger but I could see Kent, Cathy and Monique watching me as they walked around the room. Read more »
Billy puts on a show for the ladies.
I told Billy to go upstairs and take a shower, but not get dressed. I went up to my own room and took a shower myself. What with the fun we'd had in the garden and the spanking I'd so recently administered, my sex was sopping, and I easily brought myself to a climax before getting myself clean.
I put on a tiny black bra and matching g-string, then took a white blouse and microscopic green miniskirt from the closet. I carried them into Billy's room.
Billy, freshly showered, was sitting on the bed, a towel around his waist. I put my skirt and blouse on the ottoman and brazenly bent over Billy's suitcase. I found a couple of clean thongs, one black, one purple, and a white tanga. I choose the purple thong, along with a pair of white cotton chinos, white short-sleeved shirt and white socks.
I told Billy to go upstairs and take a shower, but not get dressed. I went up to my own room and took a shower myself. What with the fun we’d had in the garden and the spanking I’d so recently administered, my sex was sopping, and I easily brought myself to a climax before getting myself clean.
I put on a tiny black bra and matching g-string, then took a white blouse and microscopic green miniskirt from the closet. I carried them into Billy’s room.
Billy, freshly showered, was sitting on the bed, a towel around his waist. I put my skirt and blouse on the ottoman and brazenly bent over Billy’s suitcase. I found a couple of clean thongs, one black, one purple, and a white tanga. I choose the purple thong, along with a pair of white cotton chinos, white short-sleeved shirt and white socks. Read more »
Another look at a Country Road.
The warm sun caressed his back as he finished lunch at the picnic table. Trudi was already up and putting things away and he was enjoying watching her as she did it. Her breasts gently bouncing, her sexy hips swayed as she moved, her long hair moving in counterpoint to her hips. He felt a stir in his pants and he considered just exactly what kind of dessert he would like to have as he watched her. He looked around. If that deputy napping in the patrol car would leave he could have exactly the kind of dessert he really wanted.
The warm sun caressed his back as he finished lunch at the picnic table. Trudi was already up and putting things away and he was enjoying watching her as she did it. Her breasts gently bouncing, her sexy hips swayed as she moved, her long hair moving in counterpoint to her hips. He felt a stir in his pants and he considered just exactly what kind of dessert he would like to have as he watched her. He looked around. If that deputy napping in the patrol car would leave he could have exactly the kind of dessert he really wanted. Read more »
A bet on the Rugby.
I went to watch the Wales versus Ireland rugby game on Saturday. I'm not a follower of rugby, but any excuse for a drink in the company of lots of men gets my vote! Unfortunately when I have had a few drinks I get a little cocky and think I know it all, which was obviously not the case at the weekend. With just having had St. Patrick's Day I was all for Ireland winning the game, and made a bet with a bunch of Welsh supporters that Ireland would win. I offered to bet £20 but they said if I was that sure I should make it £100. I guess the drink bolstered my confidence so I agreed, even though I didn't have that amount of money with me.
I went to watch the Wales versus Ireland rugby game on Saturday. I’m not a follower of rugby, but any excuse for a drink in the company of lots of men gets my vote! Unfortunately when I have had a few drinks I get a little cocky and think I know it all, which was obviously not the case at the weekend. With just having had St. Patrick’s Day I was all for Ireland winning the game, and made a bet with a bunch of Welsh supporters that Ireland would win. I offered to bet £20 but they said if I was that sure I should make it £100. I guess the drink bolstered my confidence so I agreed, even though I didn’t have that amount of money with me. Read more »
Miranda gets a job offer.
Push harder, Miranda! I thought to myself. I lifted the free weights above my head. I had selected a 60 pound barbell, and was struggling to finish ten repetitions. I was about to give up as I lowered the weights for the 8th time, but something in my head made me struggle even harder to complete the ten reps. My arms shook and struggled as I strained to lift the weights again. Sweat was dripping down my forehead, causing my long red hair to stick to my skin. The pain was intense as I successfully lifted the barbells above my head for the ninth time. I had never lifted this much weight before; my previous record was 50 pounds. I lowered the weights and mentally prepared for the final lift.
Push harder, Miranda! I thought to myself. I lifted the free weights above my head. I had selected a 60 pound barbell, and was struggling to finish ten repetitions. I was about to give up as I lowered the weights for the 8th time, but something in my head made me struggle even harder to complete the ten reps. My arms shook and struggled as I strained to lift the weights again. Sweat was dripping down my forehead, causing my long red hair to stick to my skin. The pain was intense as I successfully lifted the barbells above my head for the ninth time. I had never lifted this much weight before; my previous record was 50 pounds. I lowered the weights and mentally prepared for the final lift. Read more »
It was just innocent teasing, till he took it further.
"I seem to be into a window exhibitionist writing phase lately. It ties in nicely with my BDSM one and to a certain extent the reluctance/nonconsent genre as well. I think it has to do with the hot neighbor I have in the apartment next to mine. And the games I have recently started playing with him. (The dropping boards on a friend part because of a quickly flashed view, actually happened. And my muse slapped me and yelled, "hello, story here!") To anyone who may be wondering about older series, I never really drop anything, my attention just wanders. So purrrsssss to all.
“I seem to be into a window exhibitionist writing phase lately. It ties in nicely with my BDSM one and to a certain extent the reluctance/nonconsent genre as well. I think it has to do with the hot neighbor I have in the apartment next to mine. And the games I have recently started playing with him. (The dropping boards on a friend part because of a quickly flashed view, actually happened. And my muse slapped me and yelled, “hello, story here!”) To anyone who may be wondering about older series, I never really drop anything, my attention just wanders. So purrrsssss to all. Read more »
Valerie helps cleanup after the storm even after losing top.
Everyone knows of the three hurricanes and one tropical storm that hit Florida in the summer of 2004. Valerie and I had damage like millions of other people, but we got off easy compared to thousands of others. I had a few limbs down and one tree split in half in the backyard. I was lucky in one respect; I only lost electricity for four hours total! But I lost cable TV for four days. Hurricane Charley was the storm that brought that tree down in my backyard and was there a month before my friends and I got around to getting it cut up and out of my yard and pool. My friends all had worst damage to their houses than I did so we got together and fixed theirs first.
Everyone knows of the three hurricanes and one tropical storm that hit Florida in the summer of 2004. Valerie and I had damage like millions of other people, but we got off easy compared to thousands of others. I had a few limbs down and one tree split in half in the backyard. I was lucky in one respect; I only lost electricity for four hours total! But I lost cable TV for four days. Hurricane Charley was the storm that brought that tree down in my backyard and was there a month before my friends and I got around to getting it cut up and out of my yard and pool. My friends all had worst damage to their houses than I did so we got together and fixed theirs first. Read more »
Scoring big time on both sides of the window pane.
I really, really wanted to fuck Theresa, but we were having trouble working out the logistics. In fact, we were having trouble just getting a chance to see each other. She realized that one of the drawbacks of still living at home with her parents was having to abide by their rules. And I guess when your parents are Costa Rican immigrants who are very protective of their exotic daughters, it is even worse. We talked on the phone when we could and I continually tried to figure something out, but it wasn't happening as quickly as we both wanted it to. When Theresa and I finally figured out a way to get together and indulge our mutual passion for each other, it came as more of a sudden revelation than as the fruit of our constant brainstorming. We were seeing each other occasionally, sometimes only briefly and rarely alone.
I really, really wanted to fuck Theresa, but we were having trouble working out the logistics. In fact, we were having trouble just getting a chance to see each other. She realized that one of the drawbacks of still living at home with her parents was having to abide by their rules. And I guess when your parents are Costa Rican immigrants who are very protective of their exotic daughters, it is even worse. We talked on the phone when we could and I continually tried to figure something out, but it wasn’t happening as quickly as we both wanted it to. When Theresa and I finally figured out a way to get together and indulge our mutual passion for each other, it came as more of a sudden revelation than as the fruit of our constant brainstorming. We were seeing each other occasionally, sometimes only briefly and rarely alone. Read more »