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STORY 51 - BEDTIME WITH THE MAFIA BOSS (II)
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DIRTY DREAMS STORY 60 - THEIR WANTED VICTIM (I)
The intake form is twelve pages long. It’s the kind of document that makes you feel like you’re buying a house rather than buying the most elaborate sexual experience money can rent. I fill it out at my kitchen table on a Tuesday night with a glass of wine and a pen that keeps running out of ink because apparently confessing your darkest fantasies to a professional service requires multiple writing instruments.Section 1: Hard Limits (acts that will NOT occur under any circumstances)I check the boxes. The list is extensive with over sixty items. The things I don’t want are easy. The things I do want take longer because the form asks me to be specific in a way I’ve never been specific with anyone. Not even with boyfriends or any of the anonymous internet forums where I’ve been reading about this service for two years before finally having the nerve to book.Section 7: Fantasy Narrative – Describe your ideal scenario in as much detail as possible. Include location preferences, duration
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 59 – THE SILVER FOX EFFECT (V)
He rolls me onto my stomach, lifts my hips, then slides a pillow beneath them – positioning me, adjusting the angle so expertly that I assume he knows exactly what this arrangement does to the geometry of penetration.When he's sure it's perfectly set, he enters me from behind. And the angle change is devastating. His curved cock hits a different, deeper spot from this direction, pressing the back wall instead of the front, with the head reaching a place that his fingers couldn’t touch.He pulls my hips back onto his cock with each thrust, and he uses his strength to seat me fully on each slow stroke.“I can go deeper from here,” he says with his hands on my hips – gripping, the veined forearms flexing. “Can you take it?”"Yes –"He drives deep. Past the comfortable depth and into the territory where pleasure and pressure merge.My fingers fist the expensive sheets and my mouth falls open but no sound comes out because he’s reached a depth that doesn’t translate to language.“There’s
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 59 – THE SILVER FOX EFFECT (IV)
He eats me with his mouth on my clit and his fingers on my g-spot, and the combination is being applied so much expertise that I can't dare to question his thirty years of practice.His tongue plays with me using broad strokes, then the pointed tip, then suction, then back to broad. He reads my responses to each variation and assembles a custom pattern. Within minutes he’s found the exact combination that works for my body, and he has created a pattern tailored to my specific clit alone.“Don’t hold back,” he says. His fingers curling inside me, his mouth lifting for a moment. “I want to hear everything you’re feeling.”I stop being quiet. The moans I’ve been half-suppressing pour out and Thomas absorbs them like data. My moan pitches higher when his tongue speeds up and he registers it and speeds up more.He plays my body the way I imagine he plays piano, and after multiple technical strokes, I cum on his tongue.My pussy clenches around his fingers and my clit pulses against his ton
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 59 – THE SILVER FOX EFFECT (III)
He kisses me in a way that screams patience. He doesn’t rush the kiss. Doesn’t push his tongue past my lips or escalate. He just kisses me slowly with his warm, full lips that still tastes like the wine we shared at dinner and something beneath it that’s just him.His hand moves from my jaw to the back of my neck, but he just leaves it there, like he’s going to take his time and wants me comfortable for the duration. Gradually, his mouth opens mine, then his tongue finds mine with a gentleness that builds heat rather than demanding it.His other hand finds the zipper of my dress and he pulls it down slowly, the teeth separating one by one. The sound is intimate in the quiet room, but my head is too clouded to think about it as the dress loosens around my shoulders.He doesn’t push it off – lets it fall at its own pace while he keeps kissing me. The fabric slides down my arms and catches at my hips. He hooks a thumb and nudges it past and the dress drops to the floor and leaves me stan
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 59 – THE SILVER FOX EFFECT (II)
He nods and then the doors close. The elevator continues upward carrying this man who just invited me to his penthouse for lamb, and I’m stuck standing in my hallway with a pulse rate that suggests I’ve been sprinting.Saturday. 7 PM.I’ve changed outfits four times. The final choice is a black dinner dress that is fitted enough to show my body without advertising it. It's low enough in the back to suggest what’s beneath without revealing it, and the heels add three inches and a sprinkle of confidence that's enough for me to keep me going.I ride the elevator to the top floor. The doors open directly into his apartment – of course they do, it’s a penthouse – and the space that greets me stops me in the doorway.It’s beautiful, and the first thing I note is that he’s collected the right things over decades. Dark wood floors. Bookshelves that hold actual read books – spines cracked, some in other languages. Textured art on the walls that are obviously originals and look like they were c
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 59 – THE SILVER FOX EFFECT (I)
I see him for the first time as he is stepping out of a black car in the parking garage wearing a suit that costs more than my rent.I’m sitting in my twelve-year-old Honda with a flat tire and a YouTube tutorial on my phone that’s buffering because the garage has no signal.My day has been the kind of day that makes you question every decision that led to this moment – including the decision to move into a building I can barely afford because the studio on the fourth floor had natural light and a bathtub, and I’m a sucker for bathtubs.He walks past my car. Stops. Backs up. Looks at the flat tire. Looks at me – mascara from this morning slightly smudged, work blouse untucked.“Need a hand?” he says.His voice is low and unhurried. It's also the kind of voice that makes you trust the person speaking it before you’ve processed what they’ve said.“I’m fine,” I lie. “I’m watching a tutorial.”“Your phone has no signal down here.” He’s already walking to my trunk. Opening it. Pulling out
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