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It was at this point that he would usually make his excuses and leave. I had become used to it, he would arrive at my flat at the allotted time, pleasantries would be exchanged and then at some unseen cue we would begin our sex play. Never more than two hours, we had that down to a fine art as much as the techniques we used on each other. He lay next to me, both of us in that state of post coital exhilaration, our bodies wet and used, toys cast aside at the end of the bed. I threw my arm across his chest, a gesture of connection, but never anymore the warm cuddles of the past. I yearned for… Read more

When she and I entered the room he was naked as instructed and sitting on a leather lounger. He looked us both up and down, taking in our outfits. I noticed he had put the cock ring on, a new one that held his cock and balls tightly. I wore a latex dress with red stockings and shiny black high heeled boots. She wore leather with thigh high boots laced all the way down the back. We walked around him letting him take in the details, the way the dress clung to my curves. The invitation of the zip that ran all the way down the front and her exquisite body only partially covered by the l… Read more

I was moved over to a bed-like area, raised a couple of feet above the floor, about 6ft square, padded and covered with shiny black latex, large mirrors on two sides and on the ceiling above. ‘On your knees at the edge’ I positioned myself on all fours, exposing my reddened arse, thighs and soaking wet pussy to the view of the others. ‘Now you can taste her’ I felt small soft hands caressing my sensitised skin, gentle stroking that made every nerve ending scream with sensation. Then pressure on the butt plug, moving it around. I could have ha… Read more

It was at this point that he would usually make his excuses and leave. I had become used to it, he would arrive at my flat at the allotted time, pleasantries would be exchanged and then at some unseen cue we would begin our sex play. Never more than two hours, we had that down to a fine art as much as the techniques we used on each other. He lay next to me, both of us in that state of post coital exhilaration, our bodies wet and used, toys cast aside at the end of the bed. I threw my arm across his chest, a gesture of connection, but never anymore the warm cuddles of the past. I yearned for… Read more