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Blog #2: My Straight G/f
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Blog #2: My Straight G/f Blog #2 Chapter 1.) I moved to Missouri in '08 and started working at a place in the middle of Joplin. There was a gal who worked there, Becki (again, last names will be omitted to protect the naughty), who was just the cutest little thing! 4'10" of redheaded spitfire! We became fast friends, and, one evening after work, she was kind enough to show Me around all the local adult entertainment stores. I bought some man-on-man, she said she wanted to borrow them, and the subject of each of our sexuality came up. She is very straight, and I am very pansexual. It also came up that I thought she was cute, and would be there for her if she ever changed her mind. Days went by, we worked together, life went on. I made copies of those videos. There was some room left at the end of one blank, so I threw in a favorite mostly-girl orgy to fill up the time. I gave the tapes to her at work one day. Time passed. Some days later, about an hour after I'd gotten off of work (I lived in Neosho, we worked in Joplin, and she lived in Webb City), I get a text from her saying, "This video is wow." So, I'm glad she's enjoying the man-on-man action, and go on about My day. She texts again, "You should come over here and do what you want to me." OH, THAT VIDEO!! I had completely forgotten! I asked her if she was drunk, and she confirmed that she was, in fact drunk. I lol'd and told her not to tempt Me. She texted back that she was serious. Well, I know how these things play out, and I was not in the mood to coddle some shy, meek newbie. I told her I just got back from Joplin, and was not about to drive back through it to Webb City just to have the straight drunk girl chicken out. She insisted that she would not. Of course, I knew that she would. Duh, she's straight. Drunk and aroused, yes, but straight. I finally agreed just to shut her up, and packed a toy bag (for the 0.01% chance that she really was THAT drunk), and started driving. I was half way there when she texted Me to bring toys. I told her it was taken care of. So, I get there and she's in a black lace nightie and very, very drunk. I hesitated, unwilling to press My advantage. We talked for a while, then she just traipsed into the bedroom and turned on the video. I am polite, but not a fool. I followed. ... Blog #2, Chapter 2.) I started giving her a back massage, and she was purring and moaning within a few seconds. I have a reputation to consider, so I tried to be firm and go at a leisurely pace and build it up over a long period of time like I always try to do, but she was quite insistent! Shortly, I moved my work area to her breasts, which soon had her thrashing. Now, as much as I'd hate to be accused of not being thorough, I will never be accused of being a Tease! The poor darling was nearly in pain, so I moved south. I can't begin to explain why women so frequently turn on Me, but she was quite insistent with the undulation of her hips that I fill her up, and polite clitoral play be damned! Sighing, I inserted a toy appropriate to what My fingers had discovered I had room for. Okay, perhaps a tad bigger, but I do so enjoy inserting large objects into hungry little kittens like hers... Anyway, she shifted to accommodate Me, and, starting with slow, deep, deliberate thrusts inside complementing My tongue on the outside, I followed her moans to a quicker and quicker pace, until she was being buffeted about so wildly, I had to replace my tongue with my fingers. It went on and on, and she took it all. After about an hour, I could hear that she was parched, and I would normally have taken a break to get her some water, but I didn't dare break the spell with this skittish little straight girl, so I kept on. I sympathized, but kept on Another 30 minutes in, We had somehow shifted to the side of the bed and I was pounding her off of it. Her poor head would've been hitting the floor if she'd been any taller! I wanted to make a few short jokes, but thought that might not be appreciated at that exact moment. When she was spent, limp and hoarse, I pulled her back onto the bed, straightened her nightie and sheets, cleaned up the mess I'd made, turned down the lights, kissed her forehead and said, "Good night, princess", locked the door and left. Once again I thought to Myself, "No one appreciates my chivalry". Then again, I had just taken advantage of a drunk, straight woman who would probably be tender for a few days of soaking in the tub. Blog #2, Chapter 3.) The next day, I heard nothing from Becki. Assuming she would be somewhat chagrined (whether or not she remembered, she would be too tender to think nothing had happened), I made no contact. After several hours, I started to worry. She wasn't bleeding, that I know of, when I left, but I was certainly lively enough for that to be a possibility. Some girls might think something amiss if that had been the case. Either way, the soreness was likely to be internal bruising. I, personally, F#%ING LOVE to be pounded that way after an orgasm, but she was pretty vanilla... Anyway, I finally texted, "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?" After quite some time she said I hadn't hurt her. Perhaps I should've, but I didn't know that our little trifle was a State Secret... suffice it to say that the younger boys We worked with gave her a lot of sh!t for it. It was actually just a little razzing, but she was so hypersensitive about it, it egged them on. I took her out to dinner a few times, and once or twice We went to see the younger boys in their band and joined the mosh pit to cheer them on. She never texted me to come back over, but she did tell Me We were going on vacation together and for Me to find the hotel room. I only say that because it was very singular. A few days before We were set to leave, she was talking about drinking and told Me to promise not to mess with her. Now, at this point I'd like to remind you that a.) She has never had a better, more selfless lover than I, b.) she continued to see Me outside of work, and c.) she demanded that We spend 2 nights in the same hotel room. I didn't feel that I could honestly make her that promise, so I said, "I promise I will never do anything to you that you don't want Me to do to you." The day came, and We packed up and headed out for a 5 hour drive to Jacksonville, AR. Blog #2, Chapter 4.) I want to rewind just a bit to give you a little history. The timeline of this blog will be slightly skewed, but the jist will come to you just the same. Some events, or time periods, overlap. As an Aquarius, a Fixed sign, I have always been stubborn. I have even been accused of being a Dominatrix by most of my family. As far as I understood it at the time, if ANYONE in my family was dominant and controlling, it's My Mother! She's not just any Domme, she's The Grande Domme! I was so tired of defending it, that, one day, some years back, I agreed, "Yes, okay, I'm a Dominatrix." and set about looking into it. Turns out, the role actually DOES suit Me quite well, with a few small variations! And I had, in many ways, been practicing it in My personal life. Well, I jumped right in and set out to find Me a little submissive! I screened a few, even took on a few for a short while, but nothing seemed to really click the way I wanted it to. I lived the lifestyle when I could, but mostly held vanilla relationships day to day. Then one day I found this adorable little subbie that so pleased me in almost all of the right ways; I was quite taken with him (sorry, no first OR last for this one. He may run in these circles and I don't want to out anyone, just tell a fun story. If you need to call him something for your OCD brain, L/let's call him "c"). At c's initial and public screening, he was polite, intelligent, interested and eager. At his second and private screening, he was every Domme's dream. Scratch that. Every woman's dream, any kind of woman. He was intent, perceptive, attentive, and learned each of My desires almost simultaneously with me having them!! He was highly<b> skilled </font></b>in many areas of service, and eager to learn more. I was so pleased with his performance that I took him to meet The Grande Domme, and, of course, She adored him as well. I won't frighten you with the blood-soaked details, but I will tell you IT WAS GOOD. Every few weeks for months it was good. Now, I told you that so that I could tell you this: ... Blog #2, Chapter 5.) You may think you know where this is heading after reading post number 3, but you would probably be wrong. The drive with Becki to Arkansas was hellish. She was pure redhead, and I was just not feeling it. I wanted it to be over almost the same time We crossed the state border. I didn't know how We would survive 2 nights together with her G^# d^(% mother f$%^&*# incessant b!#@&ing. And it kept getting worse. 3 days later, We somehow made it back to Neosho without murdering each other. I was loathe to spend another second with her, but she wanted Me to highlight her hair, which I had promised to do. She got her stuff and I was online chatting with c, that little subbie boy I told y'all about. She came over, and sat at My desk while I concentrated on pulling her hair through those d@$% holes without pulling her hair out. I guess we got to talking... I was 75% done when I looked at My computer, and Becki had been chatting with My little subbie boy as if she were Me!! She had told him to come over and to bring beer! I didn't think he knew, yet, that I disliked beer, so the only way he could possibly have known it wasn't Me was a subtle tone/language difference. I know I wouldn't have noticed. Anyway, he had said that he was on his way! After a 5 hour drive, I hadn't showered or unpacked or straightened up! I IM'd for him to bring wine coolers as well (it happened that he had had his IMs sent to his phone), rushed with her hair, and jumped into the shower while she picked up. He arrived, and served Us drinks, bussed, and made limited polite conversation while We drank and talked about work and life... until her speech began to slur. . . . . . . . . .  . . . . . . . . . . At that point, her hair had been rinsed and was almost dry, so I told her how very<b> skilled </font></b>c was at hair brushing, and I suggested that she should let c brush her hair. She agreed . There was a twin bed and a King bed in My studio, and they were doing hair on the little bed. I lay down on the big bed and pretended to sleep, while c smoothly segued to massage, and the massage became a seduction so very imperceptibly that she herself could not tell you when it changed. I could hear it all, but, if I looked, she'd know I was awake and watching. Soon, though, I could tell by her muffled moans that she had her face in the pillow and that the seduction was successful. I silently got a toy out of My toy box and tip-toed over to c, covertly handing him the tool. Then I scurried quietly back to the bed to resume My sleep-like position. When I was settled, I heard a mild choking gasp, then the volume (and, eventually, avidity) of her moans increase seemingly infinitely. My darling boy kept going on her so long, I actually did fall asleep in spite of the excitement! At some unknown hour, he gently woke Me with soaked hands, and let Me know he was going. I smiled and drifted blissfully back off to sleep, thinking what a good boy c was. ... to be continued ... |
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