My boyfriend decided to have a night owl party with his friends. He took advantage of his parents' trip and arranged for everyone to bring their computers and play games all night. Coincidentally, it was the weekend I was there too. He asked if it was okay, and I promptly said no. I knew his friends and always enjoyed watching them having fun.
We entered the specialty together; she's a little younger than me—24, I'm 26. She's not exactly my body type: lightly tanned white skin, small breasts, but with hips that stand out discreetly. Her butt isn't bad at all; you can tell she used to work out. I think it was her smile, her personality, that started to catch my attention.Ever since we met, I've been teasing her, always jokingly, never to make her feel bad. It's my way of getting attention. She always fought back, then started getting closer (although I suspected she really wanted to be close to me rather than actually face me).
Our relationship has always been a deep and relentless exploration of the world of BDSM, an intricate dance where I, as Master, proudly observe the mastery with which she, my Dominant, commands not only me, but now also a new submissive we've decided to incorporate into our unique dynamic. This is no mere fantasy; it's a lifestyle, a carefully constructed universe where dark desires and limits are tested with watchmaker precision. In this ecosystem of pleasure and pain, we find a young woman in her early twenties, with ebony hair and green eyes that blended fear and excitement in an irresistible combination. Though inexperienced, she displayed a curiosity bordering on addiction, a thirst for submission she could barely conceal. She was ready to surrender herself to the commands of my partner, this goddess of cruel wisdom whom I so admired.
I'm a teacher, 28 years old, married for 8 years. My husband is a good man and we get along very well, including in sex. I can say that every other day we have sex and it's truly crazy, he satisfies me completely.A few days ago, we were invited to a 15th birthday party for one of my students. At the party, I ran into a friend who's also a teacher, and we sat at the same table. After a while, another friend from college arrived. They were all accompanied by their respective husbands.
My name is Sachi, I'm 20 years old. I lost my mother a year ago. Now, the only family I have is my stepfather, Abner. To me, he's my father; he's always been with me since I was a child. My father, my first parent, died when I was still a baby in a car accident. Later, my mother married Abner.
In the morning I went to the beauty salon. Everything complete. Hair, nail waxing. I left there with the feeling of giving my body to Gustavo to devour me. Even with her all trimmed.I was at the supermarket doing the shopping to be able to prepare that dinner. Guess who I met in the cold cuts section
It was raining, raining heavily. The car's engine was starting to sputter as we climbed Serra do Mar. It didn't even feel like my wife and I had taken a dip in the sea under the blazing sun that morning.
To begin with, my stories are real. They happened to me, and I enjoy the thrill of writing and remembering the details. Don't expect fantastical or "happy" endings, because this is what actually happened to me, and unfortunately, reality doesn't always turn out the way we want it to. Sometimes I get frustrated comments from people who expected more from a story, but I'd be lying and not being honest with my writing if I started being more "creative" in my stories just to please the reader.