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All afternoon, all I could think about was Brian and at first, I thought I would be relieved for school to finally end for the day in order to re-focus my sexual drive toward my two really sexy girlfriends.
I sat on our bed once the kids were asleep and looks through our private bathroom door toward the new door opened to Jill’s bedroom.
By the time I was done in the kitchen, it was already time for the supper banquet and so, I ate with my current family.
Hugo had kept me company while my submissives were doing their first public scene under the Jake’s discrete camera filming everything on my own memory card.
Sorry folks for having let you hang waiting for the conclusion of my swinger’s week for so long. It was fun, I had sex with many people and now, even with some women.
My hair was quickly dyed to have the exact same color as the twins and as soon as it was done, the three of us were summoned to Steven’s office, and stood naked in front of him.
And so, the place sucked. Richard, as always, seemed to fit in but I definitely wasn’t in my element.
School was barely over and Anna’s parent wouldn’t be home for another hour, leaving us plenty of time to play.
And so, in front of the camera, Suzy and I had the more boring sexual relation of our life, except perhaps for the excitement that Jill was watching us, filming.
After a long day at work, all I could think of was my sexy and beautiful wife Karen.
Even after 5 years of marriage, she was always able to surprise and challenge me, to push me further and deeper in love with her.
There was a knock on my door at 4h50, with Sue arriving a good ten minutes early to help.
Arriving early is rude, I already explained it. But in this case, Sue was officially coming by to help me prepare for a party, in which case arriving early is indicated.
So there I was, standing in front of a bed with 12 people currently having sexual activities. I wouldn’t say they were having sex, simply because a lot of the action didn’t seem to be directly sexual.
Tim and I rushed to my room and entered it while kissing passionately.
We were both seriously in the mood and caressing each other’s body.
Eventually, she signaled me to get out of the room; she left Simon there, but put a bathrobe on.
We went in the lobby, where she gave me instructions. She then called Jeff to join us.
Tiffany and I wished a good evening to Alexandra as we got off from the monorail and quickly reached a shower near our house.
Dorothy quickly enough found her way back to me after leaving Simon in the bath.
“Now little bitch, what are we going to do with you?”
When I was young, I believed that love was between a man and a woman, but as I grew up, I began to realize that it was a little more complex than this simple truth taught us by fairy tales.
This morning, I slowly opened the door to my master’s room: Often, he would sleep longer than I did, and I was forbidden to wake him up. But this time, he was already all dressed up formal, wearing a nice shirt and a nice tie. Read More…
Tiffany was the one who found me once they were done having sex. She was still partly covered in dried mud and I could see the mud imprints of Alexandra’s hands on her buttock and breasts.
After a few days, my labia was back to normal but to say that I was back to being a normal girl would have been exaggerated.
Getting Kylie sealed to me was most likely the most fun I’ve had since I entered college.
Seeing my naked roommate kneel before me in shame and humiliation only increased my attraction to her forbidden fruit.
While I was still considering the implications of possibly never having anyone truly love me, Julie had other things on her mind.
The next day, Simon and I talked. He agreed to become my master and treat me as his slave. He made me try some of the woman clothes he had, but none of the bra fitted, and none of the dresses or pants. Simon finally decided to keep me naked at all times.
Kylie was getting on my nerves and I seriously wanted to break her things in the apartment.
Sure, perhaps she was right, perhaps there were bad people in the Sacred Order Society. But this didn’t mean that it was wrong from the ground up.
From the outside, the little houses looked desperately tiny. At first, I had imagined a couple living in each of the metal containers and found them terribly inadequate.
I now had been officially initiated into the secret art of lesbian love-making but I still didn’t feel completely aware of what it was involving.
Jasmine had opened a door in my sexuality I wasn’t about to close. She had kissed me while I was having sex with her husband and she made me realize that I had been missing out on roughly half of the human population.
Over the next following days, routine slowly settled in. I had started watching the movies. The video games, however, were quite old.
I wasn’t always very open sexually speaking. I wasn’t particularly inhibited but I wasn’t always as outspoken as I am today.
I was still completely high from the sealing ceremony. It was exciting and I could clearly see that my place was in the sacred source society.
So, I am not really bisexual. I prefer men above women most of the time. Well, I also prefer Pedro above most men, but that’s another discussion.
Sylvana had opened up a hole in her barrier by kissing both of Linda and I.
To encourage her to open up some more, as soon as she returned to kiss me, I lead her by the hand back on the bed where we laid down.
I always loved being a pony girl for a long period of time.
It let me express my more animalistic desires and helps me be even more submissive.
Lindsey had barely recovered from her triple play when she learned she already had a new customer.
She had rested a little in the client’s bath after he was gone but she still felt a little overwhelmed by the few hours she had spent in his company.
The mirrored door opened, showing him with his bath robe. He ordered me to close my eyes, and I heard him entering slowly the water.
After my bath, I put on the evening dress I had bought for Patrick, making sure not to put any underwear.
I woke up before Patrick and promptly left the master bedroom, still naked.
I knew I could wear clothes, but I didn’t know where to get them and preferred to simply wander to one of the common bathrooms to empty my bladder.
Tim and I ran to his room. We both had experimentation we wanted to do and the sooner we could get it done the better it would be.
The taxi ride home wasn’t as expensive as I thought, and as soon as I was home, I installed myself on the sofa with plenty of ice to reduce the inflammation.
Supper was pleasant and both Patrick and Emily had made nice chit-chat with me as if I was truly a member of the family.