Poppy's Secret Confession {Wild Steamy Diary} のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

The next day, I awoke to a gray-sky morning. I showered and prepared myself for the coming day, but even though my breakfast tray was there as I exited the bathroom, I didn't see any sign of Him.I picked up my phone and dialed David. However, the phone rang and rang but no answer.I remained on the floor, just in case he called back, for almost an hour. When he hadn't called and Asher was nowhere to be found, I decided to keep myself busy until when my husband would call or Asher would be back.Finding the poetry book I had gotten from the library yesterday, I sat in a large, high-backed chair in the hotel, nude like I usually do at home, and read.Just as I opened the first page, my phone rang; I looked at the screen and gulped down a large amount of saliva. It was David.I put on a cheerful appearance and my smile broadened."Hello sweetheart"David's voice came from the other side."Hi hubby, how was your night? I couldn't sleep because you were not by my side," I muttered, and I

I actually needed it even though I was eager to explore. Mechanically, I walked toward the woman, at a total loss as to what I would say. Halfway there, the woman looked up and saw me approaching. Perhaps it was the terrified look on my face or some hint of attraction, but she locked her eyes on me, watching until I stopped right next to her."Yes?" the woman said to me after a minute of silence.I fumbled with the words he had given me."I am in training. I need... I'm here to find someone to help... He sent me to ask if you would help in my training." I stammered and looked down after I finally got the words out, waiting. I felt the woman looking at me over with an almost hungry gaze. Finally, she replied."You are very attractive, damn this curvy body. What's your name?" she said with a sidelong glance."Poppy, ma'am," I said respectively, knowing we were both in the same age bracket."Beautiful and courteous." The woman rose. "Lead the way, Poppy."I walked in front of the woman,

I paused mid-breath. He told her? If he told her, wouldn't I have to submit? I knew he would never let me come to harm. We agreed I wouldn't even get a scratch. Maybe he would enjoy watching them. Maybe this was another way to heighten my fantasies. Or was I being tested? If this was going to please Him, I would want to submit. I tried to relax. Bending forward again, I rested my face on the floor. If he wanted to see how I would react, he had better prepare himself. I planned to outdo myself."You’re going to fuck me?" I asked the blonde in a pretended innocent voice."You know it, little slut. I'm going to ream out that ass." The blonde shot back. She was really getting into this too.Again, I pushed my ass back toward the blonde and her fake cock."Do me good," I gritted my teeth to the blonde.Between the blonde's thrusts and me shoving back, the head of the toy pushed through easily. I wanted it. All negative thoughts of my experiences with anal sex had been pushed far from my mi

It was a Thursday afternoon, and I could feel the skimpy, sexy underwear Asher had given me hugging my skin beneath my clothes. The delicate lace thong and matching bra were a constant reminder of his instructions, to always wear them, to be ready for him. He'd whispered to me earlier that week, his voice low and teasing, "Today is going to be special, baby. Something you've been dreaming about." For the past two days, my mind has been racing with possibilities. What did he have planned again? I loved these stolen afternoons in the privacy of the motel room, away from the world, where I could surrender completely to the submissive roles he guided me into. The way he took control, the new experiences he introduced... it all thrilled me in ways I never expected, that even when my marriage is falling apart I just want Asher to use me.We'd been developing the pictures from our sessions about every two weeks at the campus photo lab. Asher was the photographer for sports events on campus,

It was one of our staff's welcome lunch parties on Friday.By the end of lunch, which we lingered over, he was also smiling constantly at me and giving me the little touches. I was thrilled, god, I'd missed his touch! Yeah, I've been on my period, and we couldn't have our regular Tuesday and Thursday meetups. Without planning it for even a moment, I found myself saying, "Asher, I've got about six flavors of ice cream at home in my freezer. How about if we head back there for dessert?" I teased, my eyes glinting with mischief.He gave me a long look, and a slowly widening smile. It said 'I know just what you're really asking me, and I'm going to take you up on it!' “I know exactly what kind of dessert you’re offering, Poppy,” he said quietly, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “And I want it. God help me, I want it because I've missed it. Damn, that period ruined the week.”I smiled and exposed my thigh a little.I had walked downtown, so Asher drove us to my house. On the