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Holly and I met ten years ago, and have managed to keep our friendship going despite life’s many changes. Although we only see each other a few times a year, we began a strong e-mail relationship about a year ago, and that has been our primary means of communication.

In the last six months, those messages have become decidedly more sexual, as we began to discuss our mutual fantasies. I confessed a desire to dominate someone, while Holly had admitted to being excited by both sides of the master/servant equation. We even joked about who would master whom; playing out roles on the net, constantly teasing each other, but never following through. (more…)

  I had just finished a week long merger.  I was as stressed as I could be.  My entire body ached, so when, Richard, my partner at the firm had mentioned going to the masseuse, I asked if I could tag along.  I didn’t have any plans that evening and I really needed to relax.  He told me to be open minded about the whole thing, since they usually got ‘really’ friendly with you.  I laughed.  He was joking, right?  I made a mental note to make sure I was going to be ‘paired’ with another female.  I preferred the feminine touch.  Richard popped into my office about ten after five and said he’d meet me in the parking lot and we’d take his car.  Traffic is horrible and since I didn’t know where this place was, we both agreed one car would be best.  I packed up everything I’d need.  Being a lawyer, I’ve learned to keep an extra pair of everything in the office, many long nights and rumpled suits later have taught me that.  (more…)

To Dean it was just another adventure. His wealthy parents had died in a car crash a few years back. Dean was happy to let his older brother run the family business. He lived quite happily off his share of the dividends and interest from the family fortune. He was twenty-five and didn’t have any plans of settling down soon. Why should he? He was rich. He could do whatever he wanted and if he fell, well, money has a way of making sure you always land on your feet. Dean was a cat man and he knew it, in fact he reveled in it. (more…)

“How fucking dare you!!” she cried out as she raised the whip to flog him repeatedly. “You know you are not permitted to touch My cock at any time without permission!” The beautiful male slave cowered as the whip made contact with his tight naked ass, leaving yet another angry red welt. His ass was red, inflamed and criss-crossed with the marks of the stinging whip. He was being punished because she had came into the house quietly while he had been playing with his cock without her permission earlier in the day. He had been caught only seconds away from his first orgasm in almost a week. (more…)

 Ed stood in the lobby of his apartment building slowly going through his mail. He flipped through the stack slowly, looking up between each piece to see if she was coming.  She was 5F; at least that was her apartment number.  He stalled with his mail to see if she would come in according to schedule. That she lived in 5F was perfect; it was perfect because her apartment was directly across the courtyard from his.
 Ed looked up one last time and in she strolled.  The setting sun streamed through door giving her full figured, perfect size 18 body a complete halo.  In her starched white nurses’ uniform, her luxurious auburn hair flowing over her shoulders, Ms. 5F looked like an angel.  Unconsciously, Ed licked his lips.  He pretended to look at his mail as he waited for her to stand close.  As she opened her box, he inhaled deeply to catch a whiff of her intoxicating perfume.
 She retrieved her mail, turned, and smiled.  (more…)