A Better Man Than I

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It only took Casey a few minutes to fall asleep after her head hit her pillow. As she lay there, thoughts swirled through her head. Today had been a long, intense day. It had been fun though, both Derek and Jordan had been satisfying, and she still had to meet up with Jordan tomorrow. She had no idea what he was going to want from her in exchange for leaving. If it was just sex, things would be fine, but Casey felt that it would be more than that. She'd prefer to get the trickster to leave willingly over threatening him. Casey sank deeper into her covers and pulled the blankets tightly over her. The trickster magic on her was definitely weaker now than before, and it didn't stop her from getting some rest. The strange dream she had before still stayed with her. She hadn't ever had a dream that had felt so real before in her life. The effect from his magic was strange, and she wondered if she'd have more dreams. Moments after her head hit the pillow; there was a knocki...

MARIA Maria sat on her bed, staring off into the distance. Her arms and chest still stung from all the scrubbing she did, scrubbing off the clumps of semen sprayed on her by Shekar and his friends. She now had the smell of lavender about her, but that did not help forget what happened. What really happened up there? She wondered. The more she thought of it, the more she felt aroused. The men left some while ago. Maria heard their laughs and taunts from the confines of her room, which she had not left for the past four hours. She had become a prisoner in her own home. Some modicum of relief came to her with the return of her husband. He had turned a blind eye to Shekar's actions in the past, but he certainly wouldn't do the same now. Would he? Maria locked the door and made her husband sit on the bed. "Ichaya, there's something I have to tell you... about Shekar," she said in a hushed tone. "God. Not again with this Shekar business," Jude said with tire...

My folks got divorced when I was 19 - they were both at fault, really. Dad was a run-around, mom was a bit of a - well, let's be honest, she was kind of bitchy. From about the age of 12, I had realized that they were a bad couple, a mismatch, and I got a lot of heat from them both when I dared to voice that opinion to an uncle at a family reunion. I suppose it embarrassed them for me to say that, but it embarrassed me to be out at dinner and watch my mom start bitching at my dad because he let his eyes linger on the waitress for too long. They were better off apart, is my point. I knew it, my younger brother knew it, the entire family knew it. They had only gotten married because my dad, 21 at the time, wanted to hook up with his 17-year old neighbor. And honestly, I can't blame him - I've seen pictures of my mom when she was a teenager, and she was pretty hot. Not 'holy crap I have an instant hard-on' hot, but definitely a looker. I never really thought of her th...

I slammed the hilt of my sword against the door, forcing it open. The shouting and cheering from behind me poured into the room. I kicked it closed and jammed the cutlass against it. I wasn't going to share this booty with those knaves. She crouched in the corner of the cabin, her arms across her chest, one hand clutching the lace at her décolletage. Beneath the blue gown, her knees drew up protectively. "Ye think ye could hide from Black Jack?" "Don't touch me!" she hissed. "My father will have you hung!" "Many have tried, wench. All have failed. The sea protects her own!" "Tell that to my poor, drowned crew!" "A harsh mistress, she takes what she wants. As do I." She became more nervous as I drew closer. "I have jewels. My father will pay my ransom," she cried. "And more!" Those last words were almost thrown my way as she suddenly darted forward on her knees, trying to scramble past me. Beneath ...

Lucy sat nervously in the corner seat, she could not believe she was here. It had been a little over two months since the massage, that day when her whole world was changed. She had spent the night in a rage, working out what she would get devoicing Stuart, the video of him and Caroline alone would be enough. She was preparing to rubbish Caroline to their friends, tell them all about the sordid behaviour that she got up to. But after a night's sleep she woke with much of the rage gone, she had dreamt of Hiro fucking her, and it was not an unpleasant dream. In the dream she had been committed to losing her anal cherry with him, wanted him. That dream and his feeling from the night before did not sit right together, she decided to take a couple of days and think. After about three days Lucy had accepted that she was not the repressed proper housewife that she thought, at least not sexually, there had been too many things about that day that she liked, but she was also sure she was ...

As a divorced woman in her 40's, I knew I would have to be proactive to find men. I had maintained a better than the average figure, am 5'8", and my best asset is my breasts. I enjoy displaying them when possible and have found men attracted to me merely because of their size. After my divorce, I had several of the husbands of mutual friends approach me seeking sex. I turned all of them down. Their wives supported me in the bad times, and I wasn't going to let my sexual wants ruin our friendships. I dated a few men, had sex with all of them but found them lacking in what I wanted. I ended each of the relationships myself. Through a period of trial and error, I have the developed what I feel is my best approach to find my sexual pleasure. I hope you find my method works for you. Good luck. I started frequenting lounges and bars in various hotels in my city. I would go in after work, during "Happy Hour' and sit at the bar to scoop out the possibilities. Most m...