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Today you have a smoker pot of fantasies. Yes it's
one story, but you're going to get several fantasies in there.
We'll merge into a little story, so I hope it works.
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as you enjoy tonight's show. Melissa stared at the ceiling,
her eyes looking unseeingly at the ceiling van tracing its
slow path in the shadows of the night. Closing her eyes,
she just knew sleep was beyond her at the moment.
She ate far too much for sleep. It had been
three maybe four months since she and Chris had had sex. Damn,
she could barely remember how it felt Turning on her side,
she looked at his back as he slept a gentle snore,
emphasizing his slumber. Slipping her hand down over her stomach,
pressing under the waistband of her pajamas, moving over her mound.
The heat that burnt between her thighs scorched her fingertips.
Her feminine desire kissed a warm line down her thighs,
emphasizing her need, pulling her hand back up. She didn't
want to get herself off. She wanted Chris to get
her off, for them to share it. God, she wanted
to have him inside her. They might be rapidly approaching
middle age, or maybe just past it, but they were
more than physically capable. It just wasn't normal not having
a decent sex life for their age. When she met
her friends and they spoke of their apparently passionate sex lives,
she just smiled and not. She'd always been the quiet
mouse of the group anyway, so no one expected her
to wax lyrical about her sex life. In truth, they
probably assumed she just had sex once a week on
a Sunday morning, and that was it. Kissing the top
of Chris's back, her hands sliding over his waist and
invading his shorts, her fingers gently caressing his flaccid cock.
Chrisman gently before his fingers gripped her wrists lightly and
pushed her hand back as he muttered, not no, sweetheart,
I'm tired. Melissa rolled onto her back and once again
stared at the ceiling. She shouldn't be annoyed, she thought,
but Chris's interest in her physically had weighed dramatically over
the past year. Sure, the rest of their relationship was fine,
but it felt like they were companions more than lovers,
and she needed the lover part of their relationship now
more than she ever had. It made her feel so
ugly and unwanted when he rejected her, letting her hands
slip over her stomach, Feeling her unwanted curves, she began
to wonder if that was the issue. She wasn't a
spring chicken anymore, and after giving birth, the three kids,
and the enemy of gravity doing it's worse, she wasn't
as slim as she once was. She was still petite,
her dark curly hair now flecked with gray. She wondered
if she had actually let herself go. She cursed herself
for even thinking it. Chris's hair was thinning, his stomach
drooped a little more than when she had met him.
That was life, she thought, before her frustration turned to anger.
She slipped out of the marital bed, needing to find
a distraction so she might sleep again. Not daring to
turn the TV on for fear of the sound waking
Chris and him being grouchy all day, she went to
their PC. Actually, in reality, it was Chris's PC for
his work as a designer, but she did occasionally use
it and just about could remember how to navigate the Internet.
Opening the browser, she tried to remember the web address
of some good porn sites. Her friends would be shocked
if they knew she watched porn. Her friends would be
shocked if they knew she watched porn, but recently it
was the only way she got any orgasms. She would
buy a vibrator, but was sure Chris would trip over
it eventually, and he could be such a prude about things,
so she relied on her fingers and imagination. Flipping through
the endless categories on the screen. She eventually settled on cunnilingus.
She adored receiving oral sex. He was just so intimate
and sensuous, possibly more so than having Chris inside her.
Watching the screen, the woman knelt over the man's stubbled
face as she watched her lower herself onto his lips.
Melissa could feel the heat burning through her pussy. Almost automatically,
her hands slipped back into her pajama bottoms and explored
her pussy, stroking her fingers along the length of her folds.
She was just so dawn wet. The woman's face contorted
into an expression of absolute pleasure as his tongue gently
circled her clip. Melissa's fingers mirrored his tongue, circling her
own clit, slowly resisting the urge to just rub it enthusiastically.
She knew her orgasm would be so much more intense
because of it, denying her nub the pleasure it craved.
Her eyes fixated on the screen, The man eventually lifted
his head back and with two fingers, spanked the woman's clit,
a shudder of intense pleasure shaking through a body. Her
fingers tightened in his hair as he resumed circling her
clit gently. Mesmerized, Melissa pulled her pajamas down and spanked
her own clit with two fingers. There was a brief
bolt of electricity that passed through a pussy, descending into
a warm glow that resonated through her whole body. As
she continued to gently circle it, he was becoming Increa
seemed difficult to restrain this need to touch her clit
and let the onslaught of the orgasm she needed so
bad to explode through her body. Watching the man on
the screen sobbed the woman's clit and then drag his
teeth along it slowly sent a fresh jolt of heat
right into her clit. Melissa grasped her clip between her
fingernails and dragged it, her thighs tense with the intensity
of electricity assaulting every nerve in her body. Finally, his
tongue descended on her clit, flicking it voraciously. Relief grewped
Melissa's body as her fingers found her clit, rubbing it furiously.
Her body's reaction mirrored the woman in the screen. Her
thighs tensed and twisted with the raptures of pleasure, her
orgasm burning through every cell in her body. She bit
on her hand, suppressing a loud moan as her orgasm
erupted and deeper her core. Panting heavily, she slowly slipped
her fingers away from her cleat, lifting them to her lips.
She sucked reduces from them, the taste emphasizing the sensations
moving through her. As her heart beat slowed, her panting calmed,
Melissa's sensibilities returned. She knew Chris would be using the
computer in the morning, just as he always did, and
she did not want him knowing she had been watching porn,
so pressing on the history tab, she deleted her adventure
from the list. For some reason, her eyes were drawn
down the list. One name stuck out, friend Finder. Curious,
she clicked on it. The page opened to announce it
as a premium place to meet online friends who shared
an interest in BDSM. Melissa just mouthed the silent oh. Transfixed,
she scrolled down the screen. Profile after profile moved up.
The page of women and men either tied gout, read
from spanking, or well. She wasn't quite sure how to
describe some of it, but it's sure as hell didn't
look comfortable, Assuring herself it was probably an advert Chris
had accidentally clicked on, she moved back to his history.
One more pages were evident from Kinky FriendFinder. He seemed
to be on it several times a day. Profile after
profile showed up women who wanted to dominate or be dominated,
women into bondage, spanking, chastising, punishing. Is this really what
Chris was into? Before the kids? They had messed around
with some games, but this was a completely new league
to Melissa. This was a world she never really knew existed.
The friends had discussed spanking, by the way, they said
that it was sensuous. This was brutal. Looking up at
the top right of the screen, she noticed a blank
profile image and underneath it a red, flashing message you
have new mail. Sulking in a breath, she steeled herself
for whatever might lay beyond that flashing red message and
clicked it. The screen rapidly filled with a long list
of messages, most of them apparently read, but the top
one remained highlighted and presumably unread. Not wanting any evidence
of her discovery, Melissa decided not to open the message,
just to content herself with reading the introduction. Hi Chris,
Tom seventy one, I would love to switch with you.
Just look at my profile video and you'll see how
experienced I am. In the scene, Melissa managed to resist
her curiosity for a whole thirty seconds before clicking the
link for Red Curls eighty six profile. A series of
photos and videos appeared on the screen. Judging by the
mass of red curls on her head, her name was
well chosen. Unfortunately, she had no other hair to show
if she was natural or not. Maybe she was just
a mousey brown that had got born. She had managed
to string a whole three sentences together as a profile,
Melissa mused, obviously relying on the videos that taunted Melissa
as a way to attract mates. Unable to resist any longer,
she just had to click play. The screen flickered for
a moment before the video started. This was obviously a
homemade movie, she thought. A large bed dominated the screen.
It looked overly fluffy to Melissa, but that thought quickly
vanished as Red Curls eighty six walked into shot. Her
skin looked like porcelain white against her black lingerie. A
long robe framed her body as she moved around the screen.
She held her hands up. She held what seemed to
be manacles. She stared straight at the camera, beckoning someone
to come nearer. There was something darkly fascinating about the video,
something that seemed to draw Melissa in. There was an
air about it, attention, quite unlike the sensuality of the
last video she watched. She tried for a moment to
stop it playing, telling herself she didn't like this kind
of thing. She couldn't she was a good girl. Something
fascinated her about what was going to happen next. Suddenly,
the unmistakable view of a man's asked walked into shot
from behind the camera. Taking the manacles from bread curls
eighty six open hand, he attached one to a wrist
and then led her to the bed. She lay on
the bed as he threaded the chain of the manacles
through the metal bed frame and secured her other wrist
in the waiting manacle red curls eighty six. His body
rthed on the bed, pulling against her bondage, pushing her
legs down. Her body twisted in some act of denial
for the first time. The man turned side on and
Melissa got a full view of his throbbing erection, gasping
involuntarily at his size. Her pussy still throbbed from her
earlier orgasm, but damn it throbbed again. Her whole pussy
felt like it was suddenly electric. The man grabbed Red
Curls eighty six his ankle, but she kicked back Like
some naughty child who was refusing to go to bed.
She wrenched her ankle from his grip. Obviously displeased with her,
the man wrapped his arms around her legs before pushing
them back over her head. Suddenly, Red Curls eighty six
looked so vulnerable and prone. The man brought his hand
round in a swift dark The crack as his hand
spanked her ass clearly audible as it echoed around the
empty room. Melissa swore she could feel the sensation of
his hands spanking her intimately through her whole body. Her
pussy clutched aggressively for the sensation. Confusion veiled her mind.
This wasn't her. I'm sure she'd heard about things like this,
but it really wasn't for her. She only liked soft,
sensuous sex, didn't she. The man's hand connected once again
on the bare flesh of Red Curls eighty six is ass.
Melissa's pussy responded in perfect time throbbing angrily biting her lips,
she realized how dry they were, and from the sensation
moving down her thigh, how wet her pussy was. Red
Curls eighty six cried loudly at the stroke, before gyrating
her hips slowly. The pleasure she was enjoying quite obvious.
The man let Red Curls eighty six his legs, dropped
back to the bed and walked toward the camera, giving
Melissa a very close view of his erection as it
swayed in the air. Licking her lips and dark thoughts
invaded her mind. Images played inside her head, things that
she'd never imagined before. He grabbed the camera and moved
it to the foot of the bed, where the Red
had still writhed. Every now and then Melissa caught a
glimpse of her sparkling pussy, lips swollen and red. They
looked so hot, so sensitive, so inviting. Unbeknownst to her,
Melissa's hand had already moved between her thighs, and her
fingers were teasing her clips slowly as she watched every movement.
The man appeared back and shot again, holding another pair
of manacles, his voice dark and annoyed as he spoke,
if you're going to act like a brat, then I
will punish you like one. Grabbing a loose ankle, he
quickly fastened a manacle strap, lacing the chain through the
metal bed frame. He then attached the free manacle to
her other ankle. Red Curls eighty six's shaven pussy was
fully visible now it positively glowed from the spanking. The
glimmer of dampness shimmered over the sensual pink, producing a blindfold.
He fixed it around Red Curls eighty six his head
before kneeling on the bed. Alissa didn't know why she
hadn't noticed the strange leather eight before, but it had
always been there. She just hadn't noticed it until now
as he was reaching for it. The closest thing she
could describe it as was a miniature cut of nine
tails that she'd seen in pirate stories when she was
a kid. Whatever it was, the man stood with it
at the side of the bed, shaking its trans loose
for a moment before he bought it down against the
inside of the Redhead's sighs. Pink low spread over her
bale skin. Her body writhed damn it, Melissa could see
her pussy throbbing. Without thinking, Melissa parted her thighs and
brought her hand down as hard as she could. A
delicious sting spread through her body, quickly followed by a
warm glow that invaded every cell. She suddenly realized she
was panting quick, sharp gasps that seemed to fuel the
ache between her thighs, an ache quite different to anything
she had experienced before. Watching the continued flogging of Red
Curls eighty six's sighs, her fingers marking every crack with
her own intimate spanking, her pussy burning with desire, a
fire so furious she didn't know she could hold back
any longer. Suddenly, the man stood still as he studied
the writhing woman on the bed for the first time.
Red Curls eighty six spoke her voice, gentle and soft. Please, sir,
I'll be good, Please satisfy your little slut. The man
said nothing in response, just walking up to her, his
fingers caressing her jawline in what Melissa thought was one
of the most sensuous touches she had ever witnessed. Suddenly,
there was a noise from the bedroom. She could hear
Chris getting out of bed. Looking at the clock on
the screen, it was six a m. Dam how long
has she been watching this? Quickly deleting her history and
shutting the computer down, she pulled her pajamat bottoms back
into their normal position, grabbed a book from the side,
and sat down on the sofa quickly. She was still
furious with Chris for whatever the fuck he was up to,
probably meeting these women while he said he was out
working all day. I wonder he was too tired to
fuck Melissa. But right now, her mind was still shocked
by her reaction to the video and really couldn't think straight.
It was her day off. She needed to do grocery
shopping anyway, but more than anything, she needed to think.
Breakfast passed cordially. Chris was obviously aware that he had
rejected Melissa again last night and really didn't want to
speak about it. Melissa had a whole lot of other
things going on through her mind and didn't know where
to start. Eventually, Chris ling down and kissed her on
the forehead before saying goodbye. He was going to be
late tonight. She watched him leave and then breathed out
a deep sigh of relief. Making another coffee Despite not
feeling at all tired, she sat down at the kitchen table.
She just needed to get everything straight in her mind.
So was Chris meeting these women? Is that where he
was gone all day and working late after raising the
children and watching them become young adults. She had stayed
loyal to him all these years. That thought really did
make her blood boil. Through the harsh kiss of caffeine.
A plan formed in her mind. She needed to know
she could contact these women and ask, but would they
be honest? They were probably married themselves and didn't need
the hassle. Instead, she would have to join them, she decided,
a temptation for Chris maybe and to see what he does. Yes,
it could lead to the end of their marriage. But
if this was the way things were going, wasn't their
marriage over anyway? Happy with her logic, she looked through
her underwear collection. The years had not been favorable to
her on it. The only sexy lingerie she owned was
now sadly far too tight. That was easily remedied, though.
There was a laundry shop on her way to the
grocery store. If she was going to put photos up
on the Internet of herself. She was going to have
to disguise herself somehow. Maybe they had something in the
launderie shop that she could use. But then there was
another problem. She couldn't get them images of the manacles
out of her head, not the flogger. There was something
in her that was so deep unsatisfied and wanted to
experience these things. Where this had come from, she had
no idea, or maybe it had always been there, she
had just ignored it. She decided she needed to buy
a pair of manacles just to experience them on her own.
Maybe a risk at a time, or maybe just her ankles.
She was just so fascinated and it made her pussy
ache so much at the thought. Melissa returned to the PC.
This was obviously very new to her, so she needed
to find out more, like she did when they bought
their dishwasher. She trawled the reviews of manacles. Disappointingly, they
repeatedly mentioned chafing or discomfort, or poor quality that just broke.
One poor couple had found the manacles wouldn't unlock after
they'd use them. Melissa found herself wondering if they had
to call in a locksmith. A gentle giggle echoed from
her lips and a rye smile at the image of
the locksmith's face when he entered the bedroom. After what
seemed like hours and many cups of coffee, she eventually
found some positive reviews. Were it like handmade and quality
product always gave her an added reassurance when she was
buying anything. Most of the reviews seemed to point to
one website. Melissa typed it into her browser, Leatherdlights dot
co dot UK. Sure it was in England, maybe they
had a local stockist or they could ship. If she
was going to try this, she wanted the best she
could get. Damn. She didn't want something that were going
to snap the first time she used it, and she
certainly didn't want chafed wrists and ankles. The website flick
had opened, she expected a few items. She didn't expect
this amount. Her eyes, her mind were open and to
a whole new world, and all she could manage to
say was as silent wow. Lilac had always been a
favorite color of hers, so she elected for a lilac
suede lining. As she added leather wrist and ankle cuffs
to her cart along with some simple leather straps. She
continued praising the sight, quite frankly, getting excited by the
images playing through her mind. She hadn't realized it before,
but her sex life had been at the whim of
other people, and it felt so liberating to sucide on
something that was just for her. Melissa felt a glow
of pride as she added a flogger in blindfold as well,
selecting international delivery. Sure he was going to take a
few days, but that gave her time to put the
rest of her plan in motion her trip to the
grocery store. Her trip to the grocery store was unusually brief, However,
her trip to the lingery store took a lot longer.
She had to admit it was disappointing. Though she had
actually gone up two sizes since she last bought lingerie,
but that had been before the kids were born. On
a good day, Melissa might have hopefully called herself cavacious.
The problem was the curves all seemed to be in
the wrong places, she thought, as she looked in the
full length mirror at her naked form, an activity she
did only extremely reluctantly, pulling her chosen Lingerie out of
the shopping bags. She noticed how good it felt to
slip into the soft material, feeling it caress her body. Damn,
it felt so good to put lingerie on again. Forget
Chris and whatever stupid games he was playing. She felt
good and right now, that's all she wanted. She felt special.
With the rush of excitement still glowing over her, she
took out her phone and eventually managed to get a
position that showed her a new underwear without showing her face.
If this was going to work, she would eventually have
to find a wake or a mask to cover her identity,
but for now this would do. Returning to the PC,
the cold leather of the chair kissed teasingly along the
back of her naked thighs, the launchery doing nothing to
stop its temptation. She wriggled slightly in the seat as
the cold of the material caressed her faults or as
sheer underwear. She felt so naughty, so powerful. Opening up
Kinky Friend Founder again, she logged out his Chris, and
then pondered on the screen name she might use. She
couldn't say Melissa. Chris would figure that out for sure.
Remembering an old school friend a girl with attitude, somebody
you might describe as sassy. She entered Morag eighty six
into the box and uploaded her photos. The website seemed
to insist on a little text, even though she doubted
anyone would actually read it. When she had confirmed her details,
she searched for Christom seventy one, resisting the ears to
look at his photos for the moment, and just fueled
her anger further. She took a deep breath and clicked
send message to Chris Tom seventy one and started typing, Hi, Chris,
I knew here and I love your profile. I was
hoping you might show me the ropes. Pausing for a
moment and doubtful over whether she should even be doing this,
she eventually whispered, fuck it and press send. So as
Melissa open up a can of worm, says you're great
to the problem. Is there something else coming on? Well?
To find out, you're just going to have to tune
in next week. It's all so next week we can
find out what happens with Melissa's email message to Chris
and maybe discover what is actually happening out there until
next week when we can get wild in bed all
over again. This is devil in wild wishing you salacious dreams.
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