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Dina’s Day

StoryTeller — Fri, 14 May 2010 19:06:15 +0000

She was tired…eyes burning from cigarette smoke…neck sore from the continuous propping of an insistant phone. She guided the big car through the rush hour traffic like an automaton…thoughts whirling with the events and decisions of the day.

As she entered the beachhouse she noticed an envelope on the floor under the seldom used mail slot, and as she picked it up all thoughts of her day disappeared like smoke from a chimney. She drew a nail across the seal and withdrew a single sheet of expensive bond…unsigned, but it never was. That was part of the excitement…never being [read more...]

Dave into Becky

StoryTeller — Wed, 12 May 2010 15:14:37 +0000

Linda desired sex, often pleading with Dave for attention, however Dave seemed distant and disinterested. Linda began to wonder if she was no longer attractive or desirable. Dave would virtually ignore her unless she spent great amounts of time applying uncomfortable amounts of makeup, wore false eyelashes, kept her nails so long that simple tasks were difficult, and wore only the highest heels and shortest skirts. He demanded that she wear her hair unfashionably long. In essence, her husband demanded that she look like a hooker all of the time or he simply would not acknowledge her existence. She was [read more...]

Dax and His Adventures with Hypnosex

StoryTeller — Sun, 09 May 2010 14:55:11 +0000

CHAPTER 1

Dax was a rather normal, over-sexed man in his early forties. He never really had difficulty finding women interested in tripping the light fantastic. He stood about six feet tall and carried his two hundreds pounds quite well on his strong frame. Dax had a good manner about him and was often teased about how he resembled Indiana Jones in both his appearance and his demeanor. Dax was married to a knock-out of a woman. Mary was rather quiet and reserved, but used her outstanding body like a whore in the bedroom.

Dax had several encounters over the [read more...]

Dare and Evon – 2

StoryTeller — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 16:28:46 +0000

It was after midday when Evon woke. Dare was already awake and looking at him.

“Good morning,” Evon yawned.

“It’s afternoon.”

“How long have you been awake?” Evon smiled, lifting a hand to touch Dare’s cheek.

“Not long. Maybe ten minutes,” Dare said, toying with a dark curl which had fallen across Evon’s forehead.

“And what were you thinking as you lay here looking at me?”

“About what you did to me, and why I let you do it.”

“Because you had agreed to obey my every command, of course.”

Dare shook his head. “There was more to it than [read more...]

Dare and Evon – 1

StoryTeller — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 14:36:38 +0000

Dare was suspending a crystal ball in midair when the soft stir of another mind touched his. He lowered the ball to the floor, reached out into — nowhere — for a large mirror, and suspended it in front of him. He stared at his image for a moment — shoulder-length blond curls, golden eyes like a cat’s, looks which pleased most who looked on him — and concentrated on changing it to the image of his foster father.

The mirror fogged for an instant, then another image appeared there, that of a tall blond warrior twice Dare’s age, eyes [read more...]

Dani – Created in Her Image

StoryTeller — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 15:34:56 +0000

I was not aware that my girlfriend had begun studying hypnosis, nor that she harbored ambitions of petticoating me. But I soon discovered that the combination of the two was dangerous to my masculinity. One afternoon I was sitting in my living room, listening to the stereo through a pair of headphones. It was a warm, sultry day, and after a while I drifted off to sleep. (Much of what follows my girlfriend–now my mistress– explained to me later.

Seeing that I had dozed off, Jennifer saw her chance. She replaced my music tape with one she had prepared in [read more...]

Drunk and Horny 3

StoryTeller — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 18:37:51 +0000

My cock fills your pussy. I begin with strong, steady strokes. Each is from the very tip of my head and as deeply as I can. We spare no time with gentle prod- ding. My hips swivel and rock, your body grinds sensu- ously against mine. Sweat trickles down across my chest. Muscles heaving. Your hands hold the sides of the seat. Occasionally I see you hold a breast or pinch a nipple – this makes me ever more excited.

You feel my balls slap against your ass and it excites you too. I slow my pace now, move my [read more...]

Drunk and Horny 2

StoryTeller — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 18:35:39 +0000

I turn off the lights and the car, turn down the police radio. I pick up a fresh breathalyser from the box on the passenger side floor. I open my door and step around to the back of the car. I tear open the plastic bag and then open your door.

“Please come to the edge of the seat here please.”

You slide over, this time not caring when the your dress rides up over the tops of your stockings, garter straps just barely in view. You place one foot on either side of me and slip to the edge [read more...]

Drunk and Horny 1

StoryTeller — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 18:34:00 +0000

Drunk & Horny…weaving homeward after work….

The lights don’t get your attention, but the siren finally does, you pull over to the side of the road barely missing a sign post. A quick look into your side view mirror (tall officer approaching, gun holster at one hip, dark sunglasses, medals lined across one breast, confident stride in tight pants and high boots, traffic book in one hand, the other hovering near the pistol grip) and you flip down the visor to adjust your hair in the mirror.

The window glides down, I lean in checking to make sure your hands [read more...]

Control of Women

StoryTeller — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 14:51:56 +0000

Chapter One

My girlfriends and I have a most unusual relationship for most people. They are my sexual slaves. It happened not too long ago. In fact, they didn’t know that I even existed a month ago. I decided that I had enough of “normal” relationships, and that I wanted to be in control. Total control. I don’t mean that they run around like zombies. It means simply that they will do anything that I ask. Anything, and anywhere, with me or with anyone that I choose. One of my favorite girls is Leslie, and I met her at Heidelberg [read more...]