He's pushing my limits, testing me. He likes many of the same things I do -- being watched, pleasure mixed with pain, messy, wet encounters in the backseat of the car.
He takes these ideals one step further.
"Would you let someone watch us, in the same room?"
"Someone like who, exactly? It's not like your wife is up for a viewing."
"What if I could find someone? What if I already have?"
I admit my intrigue.
"For example...?"
"Well," he says, "Maybe I already know of some guys in this area who work from home and would be willing to let us use his bed for the price of watching."
I'm quiet for a minute. Still under his gaze.
"I don't know."
"Yes you do." He leans forward, brushing his lips in my ear. "You want him to watch you get fucked like a dirty cum slut. You want him to want you, just as much as I want you. But he can't have you, can he? Because for that time, you'll be mine."
From devoted girlfriend to loving wife. From nagging spouse to mother of his child. From disenchanted woman to a glorfied mistress. These are my stories of elicit rendevous, stolen moments, slippery encounters and sex and sex and sex. I am a mistress, an adulterer, someone's lover and secret.
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- Forever Mistress
- Forever looking for that next great ....
4 comments:
Does sound tempting!
I've never done anything like that and I sometimes wonder if push came to shove if I'd really want to go through with it.
That's what I'm wondering about myself. Maybe I've seen too many LifeTime movies about the crazy guy who likes to lock women in his bedroom closet. I have a very active imagination.
I think perhaps you and I are fucking the same man ;-)
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It's all about control, isn't it? This fantasy life we've created. Who has control? Who wants it? And how to take it? And it's so erotic, it makes me crazy!
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