| Lesbian Bondage Games|
I'm involved in the most passionate affair of my life. It takes place
every day at lunch. You see, my lover and I work together at the same
company and each day, we go over to her apartment for lunch. Instead
of eating lunch though, we make love. I can't think of anything I
like more than her tasty pussy and her luscious tits.
We do see each other after hours and on weekends, but for some
reason, the lunch time sex seems sweeter and more intense. I mean, on
a Saturday, we can spend hours and hours in bed, licking and sucking
each other until we can't move, and that is wonderful. But during the
week, when we only have an hour or so, it's like we're in heat the
minute we get in the door.
I get off just looking at Sylvia. At five-foot-ten, she's much taller
than I am, with long, rounded legs, wide hips and long blonde hair.
Her breasts are small, 34-B, and they look almost too small for the
rest of her body, but it doesn't matter. Her pussy is covered with
the same beautiful blond hair that cascades over her shoulders, and is
She's quite a contrast to me. I'm only five-foot-three and very
thin. My tits are tiny - in fact, I almost never wear a bra. My
brunette hair is cut short. My legs are very slim, my hips are
narrow, and my pussy is covered by a sparse carpet of black hair. I
sometimes think I must look like a boy from the rear, but Sylvia says
I'm the sexiest woman she's ever known.
Since she and I became lovers, our sex life has progressed from the
first, gentle touches, to some full-blown lovemaking that shakes the
rafters. As time went on, I began to think it couldn't get any better,
but then, without any warning, Sylvia would introduce something new
and I'd come even more, cream even louder, and love her more deeply.
I think last week was the crowning achievement of our relationship. In
fact, every time I think about what we did, I get wet.
It was Tuesday, about 11:30, and we were getting things put away
before going to her apartment. She turned to me with a shy smile on
her face and stared into my eyes. "I've got something special waiting
for you," she whispered, careful that no-one was near. I glanced
around and then looked at her. "What is it?"
"You'll just have to trust me, I think you're going to love it." With
that, she turned to finish her work, leaving
I have to tell you a story of what happened to me about three
nights ago, an event that will change my life forever.
First of all, I'm 26, 5'2, blond, and good looking. My
measurements are 36-23-35, and I workout everyday to keep my figure.
Men have always told me how much they like my body, and I have no
trouble attracting them. I love sex, and love to have it frequently.
In high school, I fucked about half my class, and dozens of others in
other grades, and a couple of teachers too.
After high school, I went to college and got my degree in nursing.
It was a lot of work, but it paid off and I did well. I didn't have
a lot of time for men then, and my sexual appetite reduced. I still
love sex, but now I go for quality, not quantity.
After collage, I worked as a nurse in a hospital for a while
before landing my present job at a medical clinic. The hours are
better, no late night duty, the work's not as heavy or demanding, and
the pay is good. This is where I met Lee, the man who has rearranged
my thoughts about sex.
Lee started here about a month ago. He's a doctor, about 29, over
6 feet tall, dark hair, and very handsome. He's everything a girl
could want, smart, funny, and a real hunk.
Anyway, we both work what they call the late shift, from one to
ten, when the clinic closes. Sometimes, things get hairy, but not
often. Past nine o'clock, the place usually gets pretty dead. If
they have a runny nose, or their back hurts, they wait till morning.
As a result, there aren't to many people working past eight.
About a week ago, we were alone at closing time. The other doctor
left early, and the senior nurse asked if I would help Lee close up.
Of course, I excepted. Who wouldn't want to be alone with a handsome
Sure enough, after we had locked the doors and shut the place
down, Lee started making passes and flirting. I responded
enthusiastically. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me so
passionately, my knees almost went out.
I was a goner. Within ten minutes, we were naked on an
examination table doing a 69, with me on top. His cock was just like
the rest of him, tall, strong and handsome. I hungerily sucked on it
as he licked my clit. In about five minutes, I felt myself about to
come and started to squirm my ass around and moan. He knew it and
really went to work on me. I
|A story of Light Bondage|
|The trip from Pittsburgh to London was a long one. I was so glad
that Terry understood and agreed that I should get some rest. I
had told him that I was anxious for our first real fuck but, I wanted a
chance to freshen up and I wanted to be wide-awake when we did
it. He showed me to my room, kissed me on the cheek and
departed wishing me a pleasant sleep.
I showered quickly, not lingering to play with my pussy and tits like
I usually do. I slipped into a thong panty and a tiny white tee shirt.
I want into the bedroom and climbed between the inviting sheets. I
think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I slept for what seemed like days, a restful sleep. When I awoke I
was refreshed and excited remembering where I was. Something
was odd though. I was on my back - unusual for me. My hands
were over my head and I couldn?t move them. I also felt cool air all
over my skin. I knew I didn?t have my top on, I wasn?t sure about my
panties. I couldn?t move my legs, which were spread apart.
It was then that I started to panic a bit. The room was almost pitch
black. I could make out a shadowy figure at the foot of the bed.
"Terry," I whispered. "shhh," was the only response. I still didn?t
know who was in the room.
I closed my eyes. Maybe this was a dream and I would wake up.
After all, how could this happen without my knowing it? How could
someone remove all my clothes and bind me to a bed without my
Before I could open my eyes I felt a warm mouth on my nipple.
Whoever this was didn?t touch me anywhere else, just on my one
nipple. His skillful lips sucked gently at my sensitive breast. I
gasped at the feeling, he continued to suck ever so gently.
I could feel the juices started to flow in my pussy, the internal walls
contracting involuntarily. He sucked on that one nipple for about
three or four minutes, rolling his tongue around my hard bullet.
Next he turned his attention to the other one, never touching me
anywhere else, never saying a word. He went to work sucking and
licking my other nipple for what seemed like forever. My vaginal
walls contracting and the juices in my pussy building.
I must have had a half dozen orgasms just with his tongue at my
tits. "Stop, I cannot take any more," I said. "ssshhh," was his only
Again, without touching my anywhere else his trailed his skillful
|Jen's Awakening, FFM, light bondage|
Jennifer?s first thought as she neared consciousness was she had the worst hangover in history. As her brain began to come on line, she tried to recall the events of the night before. Another Friday night out with the girls, the first two iced teas going down way too fast, a trip to the ladies room. The ladies room. Something happened in the ladies room. What was it? Recollections of a beautiful woman came to mind. Small, dark, a petite figure that left no doubt her large breasts were implants. Her comment that her husband ?would just love you.? A strange look.
Jennifer?s mouth felt dry and fuzzy. Her headache felt like her skull was being crushed. Still unable to open her eyes, she didn?t remember having THAT much to drink. Her friends had left about 9, but Jen had to use the restroom one more time before her long drive home. As she came out of the stall, the same woman was there again, washing her hands. ?I?m Chris, my husband, Doug and I would like to buy you a drink.? Jen?s head reeled, why would they do that? Why is she being ambushed in the restroom? Why is she drawn to Chris? Why doesn?t she just walk right out or tell her to shove off? Why is she agreeing? Why is Chris? hand on her ass as they leave the restroom?
Jennifer had never had bed spins in the morning, but something definitely wasn?t right. The bed was clearly moving. She went to put her hand against the wall, the surest cure for bed spins. She was startled awake when she noticed she could not move her hands. Drunk to the point of paralysis? Couldn?t be. She couldn?t move her legs either. Why wouldn?t the bed stop moving? She remembered dancing with Doug at the bar, his strong hands on her back, her ass. She should have been offended, but it felt so good. She needed him to touch her. As she sat between Doug and Chris in the booth she knew hands were on her knee, but she wasn?t sure if they were his or hers. Why didn?t this bother her?
She fought through the fog in her mind and realized she could move her fingers and toes, even her hands and feet, but her arms and legs were immobile, as if, it couldn?t be, as if she were tied to something. Screams filtered through her still-gray brain ?Fuck me, Doug, yeah fuck me, fuck me harder, pound my pussy.? The screaming was loud, very loud and she opened her eyes to mere slits. Chris? large breasts were dangling in Jennifer?s face. They swayed forcefully with every motion of her