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I'm traveling and spending a few days in Tucson. On Sunday morning I was at a cafe on 4th Ave in the old downtown area. This part of town has undergone a rebirth/revitalization in recent years. There are lots of cafes, restaurants, bars and shops. It's all very eclectic. Whenever I'm in Tucson I always try to stop by. At about 11:00 AM I was having a coffee at the B Line cafe. It was warm but very windy and not many people on the street. I saw a very average looking couple in their mid 30's walking down the street. They were average attractive, height and weight proportionate. The man was wearing jeans and a loose shirt. The woman was wearing a mid-drift top and the smallest of skirts. The waist line of the skirt was very low, the hem of the skirt was incredibly short. I would guess the skirt was about 12 inches from waist line to hem. The waist line was tight around her lower abdomen, the skirt was very loose and made of a very light material. He outfit was obviously inappropriate for anywhere but the beach. They were holding hands and walking slowly. The women was holding the hem of her skirt with the fingertips of her right hand to keep it from blowing in the wind. Her hand was directly in front of her lady-bits, the rest of the skirt was flipping around in the wind. The man had a satisfied grin, the woman looked very nervous. As they approached I made eye contact with the woman. She quickly looked down and away. She appeared to be embarrassed and distressed. Her total appearance was very arousing. As they walked past me I had a very nice view of her butt as her skirt flipped up around. She may have been wearing a thong but I didn't see any evidence of it. The couple walked down 4th ave several blocks then up the other side. I didn't see them again. What a lovely sight! I found it extremely erotic! I've written a similar forced exhibition scene into one of my stories published here on Lush. The character in my story shows a great deal more than the woman I saw in person but no matter, it was still a treat. I thought about going back to 4th ave next Sunday to see if the couple comes back but I'm leaving town tomorrow. If anyone is in Tucson and not doing anything on Sunday morning you might go have a coffee at one cafes on 4th. Hope for a windy day.
Normal is a setting on your clothes dryer. It doesn't really apply to sex between two (or more) consenting adults.
It appears the server won't allow me to post an internet address link. If you do a web search for bondage jewellery you'll find lots of sources. The company I was going to suggest was fetjewller.
You might consider getting a bondage pendent similar to those found here,
Have your Master's initials engraved on the back. Give it to your Master and invite him to choose a place on your body to be pierced. Wear it for for him proudly.
Does not interest me in the least. As a matter of fact I don't even want a woman to leave the door to the bathroom open when she's taking care of business.
Just wondering how many women get tattoo remorse after a period of time. I know tattoos are a very personal thing and some people find them very attractive. The reality is that people change over time and a tattoo that seemed like good idea may not seem like such a good idea a few years later.I got a tattoo when I was 19 and had it removed when I was 29. I can tell you from first hand experience that getting a tattoo removed is a lot more painful and expensive than having one put on.
SDIMDMFirst off, let me say that I have very limited experience so take my advice with a grain of salt. My thinking is that each chapter does not have to have a heavy sex scene. Of course there should be some erotic overtones but this can be in the form of the characters fantasizing or thinking about an erotic experience. The characters worrying about a future event also adds suspense. I think it's best if a chapter ends leaving the reader wondering about what is going to happen next. For me, having a written story outline keeps me on track. The outline does not necessarily have to be in chapters. Sometimes when writing it becomes obvious when it is a good time to break for a new chapter. Hope this helps.Kahiltna
I must have some inner conflict going on. I'm not attracted to women who appear really young. A woman with a baby face and a slim body doesn't to anything for me. I like women with a nice figure. Curves are very sexy. However ANY pubic hair is too much. I like the look and feel of completely shaved, smooth as silk.
I prefer third person. It seems more descriptive to me. First person doesn't seem as believable for some reason. There is no right way or wrong way, to each his own.
Mistress J and Brenda lay soaking in the oversize bath tub. Mistress J leaned against the back of the tub. Brenda lay between her legs, her back against Mistress J’s big tits. Mistress J used a washcloth to gently stroke and soak Brenda’s shoulders, neck and tits. She could feel Mistress J’s pussy against the small of her back. Brenda thought she could feel her clit piercing touching her...
Added 02 Jul 2013 | Category BDSM
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Mistress J led Brenda back into the Great Room then down a hallway. She stopped outside a set of double doors. She opened the door and entered. The walls were painted dark gray. The room was illuminated by indirect, subtle lighting. Looking around the room, Brenda could see bondage equipment. There was a St Andrew’s Cross, a two level spanking bench covered in padded red leather, a pillory...
Added 01 Jul 2013 | Category BDSM
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Saturday Evening By 7:30 they had finished their room service dinner. Brenda was sitting at the table naked. At her Master's direction, she had taken a bath, put on her makeup and fixed her hair. Brenda didn't eat much. She couldn't stop thinking about what might happen tonight. They were going home tomorrow so she knew that whatever happened she would be wearing the white dress. Now she...
Added 30 Jun 2013 | Category BDSM
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Saturday Morning “Good Morning, slave.” Her Master’s voice woke Brenda from a deep slumber. It took her a minute to remember where she was. It started coming back to her, naked in a king size bed with her Master, Las Vegas, Caesar’s Palace, dinner, show, playing craps. Her eyes popped open when she thought of how she had exposed herself in the casino and the hallway. When she thought...
Added 29 Jun 2013 | Category BDSM
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Friday Evening Brenda held her Master's arm as they walked through the casino. She noticed people looking at them. She felt wonderful wearing her new clothes. The tight dress over the garter belt and stockings made her feel sophisticated, feminine and sexy all at the same time. She imagined men looking at her back-seam stockings and it made her sway her hips a little more while she walked....
Added 28 Jun 2013 | Category BDSM
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Monday, 12 days later It was almost two weeks later and Brenda kept daydreaming about Mistress J. She wondered if she would ever get a chance to see slavesuzi’s video. She really wanted to. Brenda was distracted from any thought of Mistress J when she received a text. “Slave, we’re going to Las Vegas on Friday, returning on the Sunday afternoon. Meet me at the American Airlines...
Added 27 Jun 2013 | Category BDSM
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Wednesday, early afternoon Brenda had been running errands most of the morning. After dropping the kids at school she went to her aerobics class at the health club. Then it was off the dry cleaner, followed by what was supposed to be a quick stop at the library where she did volunteer work. That stop turned into a nearly hour long meeting. Her last stop was the supermarket before heading...
Added 26 Jun 2013 | Category BDSM
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One As she waited in her car, Brenda couldn’t believe she was here again. Her short, shallow breathing and rapid heartbeat gave away her apprehension. My God , she thought. I’m a happily married wife and mother, why can’t I stop doing this. Brenda was the stereotype soccer mom. She was 33 years old and married for ten years. She was living in the suburbs with a nine year old son...
Added 21 Jun 2013 | Category BDSM
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Two Brenda watched in the mirror as her Master stepped out of his patrol car. He was an imposing figure in his uniform; 6'2", 210 lbs, wide shoulders and narrow waist and as always, the mirrored sunglasses. He carried a small black bag with him, the bag he always brought to their meetings. Even though Brenda was never sure what would be in the bag, she knew from past experience the...
Added 22 Jun 2013 | Category BDSM
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Three Brenda stayed on the bench staring at the horse. She couldn't stop thinking about what had just transpired. This was by far the cruelest Master had ever treated her. Even thought she was sexually satisfied, she was alarmed at how far he went. Brenda was genuinely afraid when Master took out his knife to cut off her bra and panties, She was sure he would never do anything to harm...
Added 23 Jun 2013 | Category BDSM
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