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A Confession

By: Shyguy1369



Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and fantasy and should not be considered factual.

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The scene is that of someone dreaming, is it a good dream or a nightmare? It shows a priest standing in front of a nun with his pants down. She is a striking beauty, that if not for her habit you would never think her a nun. She has reddish brown hair and great breasts, about a 36C. She seems a little bit set back by this priest who stands in front of her. He isn't much to look at, but is still a man who seems to command some sort of respect... just not at the moment.

Nun: (innocently) ...but Father, that's not the host.

Priest: No, but it does taste better.

The nun takes his cock into her mouth and he shivers with the shear pleasure. She sucks him into her mouth and begins bobbing up and down on his cock.

Nun: Mmmmm sure does.

She then goes back to sucking and using her hand to help get him close to climax. The priest groans and moans as the nun picks up the pace and then he grabs her head. He holds her in place as he thrusts his cock into her mouth and shoots his sperm right down her throat. She swallows his cum, not missing a single drop.

Suddenly the nun wakes from her dream and notices sweat pouring from her forehead. Her panties are very wet and she is almost embarrassed to get up. She finds her clothes and dresses quickly. She heads down to the cathedral and goes right up to the priest. Oddly enough, the same priest she just had a nasty dream about.

Nun: Father, I would like to make a confession please.

Priest: Sure sister, allow me to just step into the confessional then.

The priest enters the confessional and the nun follows him into the confession side. He slides the partition aside and does the sign of the cross.

Nun: Forgive me Father for I have sinned.

Priest: What have you done my child?

Nun: It's not what I have done, but what I wish to do.

Priest: And what is it you wish to do?

Nun: You see Father, my thoughts, they are dirty thoughts. But they are by the Demon himself. These thoughts, they come to me at night while I lay in bed you see... and they umm ...they make me do damned things.

Priest: I see. What kinds of things do they make you do?

Nun: Well first, I remove my shirt Father. Then I begin to run my hands all over my body.

Priest: Hmmm, yes, that does sound dirty, but I am not quite sure.

Nun: Well... here, let me show you what I mean.

The Priest and Nun both exit the confessional and she stands their a little hesitant at first. Looking around at the empty church, and knowing the doors have yet to be unlocked to the public she begins to remove her shirt. She is not wearing a bra and she begins to run her hand up her chest, stopping at her breasts, and then back down. The Priest, at an almost loss of words stares at her gorgeous breasts.

Priest: Mmmm that looks very interesting... but I am still not sure. (Hesitantly) Perhaps, I ...um should try?

The Nun smiles a sly smile and then looks up to the Priest.

Nun: Place your hands here Father... on my chest.

The Priest gently places his hands on her chest and takes a breast in his hand. The Nun let's out a soft moan as the Priest caresses her breast.

Nun: Yes. Yes. That's right.

Priest: Actually this feels really good.

The Priest then begins to massage her breasts with his hands.

Nun: Mmm, yes it does.

She places her hands on top of his and begins moving with him as they travel down her chest and stomach, and then trace their way back up to her breasts. With a slight crack in his voice...

Priest: What else happens my child?

Nun: See, one hand stays up here like this...

She keeps one of his hands on her breasts and begins to slowly guide the other lower.

Nun: And the other slowly slips down and under my pants.

She slides his hand down her abs and into her pants. Both she and he moan as his hand makes its way to her mound.

Priest: This does feel real nice.

He allows her to guide his hand right to her mound and he begins a gently rubbing over her slit.

Priest: Is it anything like this?

Nun: Yesss... but if I may, it does feel better when you do it.

Priest: Yes, I think it does too. And I DO want you to feel good.

Letting out another moan.

Nun: I do Father... I do.

Priest: Good my child. Is there anything else that happens in these thoughts of yours that you want to tell me about?

Nun: Yes, but I feel it is bad... not mentionable.

Priest: My child, you will be only cleansed of your 'sins' if you confess them.

His fingers find her already immensely stimulated clit and sends shivers of pleasure through her. She moans out loud.

Nun: Well, in these thoughts I do something terribly bad.

She falls to her knees as the Priests hand slips from her pants and run along back up to her breasts. He once again begins massaging and fondling them, pinching the nipples gently and hard and then back to gentle again.

Priest: You can tell me anything. I am here for you to confess.

Nun: We're not gonna get in trouble, are we Father?

Priest: Of course not my child.

Nun: Can I show you something Father, what I do in these thoughts?

Priest: Yes you can my child, anything.

She leans forward and unbuckles his black belt and reaches in and pulls out his cock. She looks up very innocently into his face to see if he would stop her. But as he looks down with an expression of pure lust, she knows it is ok to proceed. He is tweaking her nipples as she holds his cock firmly in her hands. She then flicks her tongue across the tip of it a few times to gauge a reaction. The Priest moans in pleasure as her tongue touches the head of his cock.

Nun: I am sorry Father, but these thoughts are too hard to fight.

He gently lifts her chin with a single finger and looks upon his gentle face.

Priest: Then don't fight them let them out and we will take care of them together.

She places his hard cock in her mouth and lets out a little moan. She then, in one breath, takes him deep into her throat. He moans in pure pleasure as he feels his cock hitting the back of her throat. His hands leave her breasts and instinctively go to the back of her head. Holding her there as she continues to suck on his cock.

Priest: Yes my child.

He let's out between moans.

Priest: Let's face these demon thoughts together.

She continues to suck on his cock, pulling him out to the tip of her mouth and then taking him back deep. All the while he is moaning more audibly and his breathing quickens. The pressure begins to well up in his balls, but he is not sure if he is ready to cum yet, so he gives her warning.

Priest: Oh my, if you don't stop, I am going to cum!!

She pulls his pulsating member out of her mouth and circles the tip with her tongue, squeezing the base so as to stop the flow of semen.

Nun: Father, I also see something else in these thoughts.

Trying to catch his breath from the amazing blowjob he just received.

Priest: What is that my child? I am here for you to tell me.

She slowly gets to her feet with the help of the Priest. As she stands she begins taking her pants down. He watches in amazement as her shaven pussy is revealed to him for the first time. She moves in towards him stepping out of her pants and thong and leans him back on to a pew. He lays back and helps her to steady herself as she climbs above him and holds her dripping pussy just above his hard cock. He waits in anticipation as her beautiful naked body now hovers over him.

Priest: I can tell you that these thoughts of yours are feeling really good my child.

She lowers herself down onto his cock slowly. His cock sits just inside her tight hot pussy. He moans aloud and feels her juices leaking out and down around his cock. He allows her to slide onto him in her own pace as he once again massages her breasts.

Nun: Father... This feels goooooood.

Priest: Yes it does. It feels really good... don't stop. It is good to show me everything.

She pushes down hard on his cock and it breaks her hymen and she feels him deep inside her. After some adjustment, she begins to bounce up and down on his cock. He rises to meet her thrusts pushing as deep as he can go; both moaning out in pleasure and ecstasy.

Nun: Mmmm now that feels better Father.

She begins to pick up the pace and enjoys the feeling of him entering her over and over.

Priest: Yes, it does feel real good.

He meets each thrust down of hers with an upward thrust of his own. Once again the swelling of an impending orgasm grips him, but she suddenly stops and stands up.

Nun: Father?

Priest: Yes my child?

Nun: Take me from behind.

With no hesitation he stands up and positions her so that she can use the pew for support when she bends over. He then lines his cock up with her pussy as she begins rubbing her clit in anticipation. He looks to her face one more time before thrusting back inside her warm, wet and tight pussy. He only goes part way in at first, but she thrust backwards and moans as she make sure his cock is buried to the hilt inside of her. He feels the tightness of her pussy muscles gripping his cock. He pulls out slowly and then drives back in hard.

Nun: Mmmm continue Father, p-please.

Her begging causes him to moan and he places his hands on her hips and begins to pump in and out of her, starting slowly and then picking the pace up. She grabs his hands and pulls them to her breasts as she moans loudly with pleasure, thrusting back in time with his forward thrusts into her. He begins pinching her nipples as she lets out moans and screams of utter pleasure. He is moaning as well thrusting in and out of her pussy.

Nun: Fuck me hard Father!!!

She manages to say in between moans and screams of ecstasy. He continues to pump in and out of her, trying as hard as he can to go deeper each time. Her words send him into overdrive.

Priest: Yes my child... I am fucking you.

Nun: Mmmmm I want to feel you cum inside me Father... Cum inside me!!!

Priest: Yes my child, I feel it too...

Pumping harder and faster his balls well up with pressure and in a few short strokes...

Priest: I AM CUMMMINNGG!!!

He shoots rope after long rope of sperm deep inside her as her pussy pulsates from his orgasm. She screams out in orgasm as she finishes in pleasure with him. They sink to the pew together both spent and in orgasmic bliss.

Priest: My child, when you have these thoughts do not feel bad. Come to me and we will work together to fight the demons. We will demonstrate everything so we know how to counter them.

Nun: I think I may have to return to 'confess' my sins tomorrow Father.

Priest: Come everyday my child.

She smiles... a seductive sly smile.

Nun: Mmm I think I may.

He smiles a content smile of satisfaction and then kisses her gently on the lips.

Priest: I will be ready for you.

A Confession



I have a confession to make. There is a woman I am obsessed with, and she has no idea. And she can never know, ever, because if she did, it would destroy both me and her. In fact, both of our careers might be in jeopardy by me just having this conversation with you. 

I know, I know, you are always very tight lipped about this sort of thing. That I think is why I have always considered you a friend. But this, all of this, must be forgotten the moment we leave this place. No, promise me.

Ok. Let me start from the beginning. First, I was hired on at Strapp & Rose as a lowly copy writer, churning out your basic legal type stuff for the partners and the junior partners. I was hired right out of school, not because of any legal experience but because I "showed potential". That was a year ago. My old roommate swears it must have been the suit, but I bought the thing at J C Penny's for two hundred bucks, so that wasn't it. 

I like to think that I genuinely had something that they wanted, some unseen talent or hidden skill that they knew they could claw out of me. Maybe I was just cheap labor.

I worked in the front office, sectioned off like all of the other drones in a cubicle the size of a cheap hotel bathroom. Rarely, if ever, did I get to go past the velvet curtains and into the back office where all of the real magic happened. But I did my job faithfully, naively thinking that if I put in enough time and showed enough dedication, I might get noticed and get promoted someday. Hell, if I hadn't been typing legal jargon all day, I would have forgotten that I worked in a law office. 

When I started, I joined a group of people that was already pretty tight. These five people spent nine hours a day and most Friday nights together, so when I came in I was the alien, the weird foreigner. I was obviously not part of their clan, and they let me know it from the minute I walked in.

So I did my work, writing out legal copy and ignoring the incessant chatter and horseplay between the other five people in my department. Most nights I stayed late, knowing that once everyone from the front office was gone was when I would get a lot of extra work done. It was on one of these nights, I think in November, that I met her. 

I knew who she was immediately from the pictures on the wall of the hallway leading back to the partner's offices. She was Edie Rose, partner and half of the name on the sign out front. She was tall, almost Amazonian it seemed like then, with dark toned legs that shot from her torso and made her long wool skirt look ashamed. She had amazon-green eyes and jet black hair tied back in a tight spiral on the back of her head.

I immediately imagined her in a tight black leather dominatrix outfit, giving a firm lashing to her newest boy-toy who I secretly wished would be me. As she walked by my cubicle, she turned her kryptonite-green eyes on me and asked "what are you doing here so late? The office is closed, you should go home." With that, she shifted her mile-long legs and quickly disappeared.

That night, lying in bed in my small apartment across town, I found myself becoming aroused at the thought of my new boss. I imagined her calling me into her lush corner office and firmly telling me to sit down. She comes around the corner of her desk, slowly unbuttoning her designer blouse revealing her beautiful, round breasts. 

In my dream, she kneels down in front of me, slowly unzips my trousers, pulls out my dick, looks up at me with her fierce green eyes, and puts me between her soft, red lips. While I fantasize about my boss going down on me, I discover I have grown hard and begin to stroke myself. 

Edie Rose slowly stands up in front of me and coyly wipes her mouth with the back of her perfectly manicured hand. With her intense gaze locked on mine, she hikes her skirt up her tanned thighs, and quickly slides her thong down to her feet. Her gaze still locked with mine, she says "take off your pants".

With my pants around my ankles and my white-knuckled hands squeezing the edge of the chair, Edie Rose straddles me, her wool skirt pulled up above her black leggings. She firmly grabs my cock and begins to slide down onto me, making soft noises as her dark eyes flutter. She is wet inside and warm. 

She starts slow, moving up and down and occasionally looking me in the eyes before lifting her head and biting her bottom lip. I know that I can't try to kiss her; you don't try to kiss a woman like Edie Rose. Bravely, (still dreaming, of course) I release my grip on the chair and move my hands onto her smooth thighs, feeling the strong muscles under her warm skin push her up and down on me.

As she quickens her pace, her back arches and her breasts heave against my face. She grabs a hold of the top of the chair to support her strengthening gyrations. She tips her head back and parts her dark red lips, letting out a deep, sensuous moan. Edie Rose's perfect nails dig into my thigh as she grinds against me. As her breathing grows faster so do her gyrations and her fingers lace themselves into my hair and yank my head back hard. 

She holds my head back; and as she starts to tremble, she looks down at me with her fierce green eyes, her open mouth letting out the hot gasps of air of a woman in the throws of an orgasm. I come as well, exploding inside of the terrifying Edie Rose.

Coming out of my fantasy world, I realize I actually came on the inside of my boxer shorts. Slightly embarrassed, I cleaned myself up and put on a clean pair of underwear. 

What's that? Yeah, I think you better order another round. This story could take a while. Better make this one a double. 

So, for a few days afterward, I couldn't look anyone in the eye. I felt like they all knew I was having fantasies about Edie Rose, and were secretly snickering behind my back. This was ridiculous, of course. The other people in my department treated me with the same indifference as they always did and rest of the office treated me like the nobody I was. Luckily, I never ran into Edie Rose. I can only imagine that if I had, I probably would have tucked tail and ran the other way. And I would have, too, if I knew then what I was going to be getting myself into next.

As the weeks went by, the monotony of my job continued, and my fantasies about Edie Rose grew more intense. I sometimes watched her from my cubicle as she verbally assaulted an intern or put uppity junior partners in their place. Each and every time I watched her force her potent will on someone below her, it made my fantasies about her dominating me even stronger. 

I found myself on several occasions sitting at my small desk getting hard while watching her and having to take a trip to the men's room. After one of these frequent trips to the semi-private bathroom on the first floor, I opened the door to find Samantha, the ring leader and queen bitch of the group from my department standing outside with her arms crossed and her head tilted angrily to the left.

"Hey Jack. Some of the other CW's have noticed you seem to be frequenting the bathroom in Reception. Is there something wrong with the bathroom on our floor? Are you too good to go where the rest of us go?" Samantha snapped disdainfully at me. Samantha was a pear-shaped twenty-something big mouthed troll with apparently nothing better to do than invade other people's privacy and generally make everyone as miserable as her. She also had a really irritating habit of abbreviating everything. 

So I gave her my best "can't-be-bothered" look and said, "What are you talking about, Samantha?"

"Are you slow or something?" She snapped back. "I asked you if you think you are better than the rest of us up in the M.O. (Main Office)? I mean, you obviously can't use the same bathroom as us, you never try to go to lunch with us, and I have never once heard you express any interest in our scrap-booking circle on Friday nights. So I will ask you again, and I am not letting you out of this doorway until I get an answer. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN THE REST OF US?"

"You want an answer Samantha? Ok, here is your answer. Yes, I do think I am better than you and the rest of the writers. Why? Because I do my job, I do it well and I do it the right way the first time. I stay late or come in early to make sure a project gets done on time. I don't suck up, I don't gossip behind peoples back, and I don't take the time out of my work day to discuss the new stickers I just added to my adolescent scrap book. And you want to know why I have not tried to spend time with your repugnant little swarm? It's because I can barely stand to be in the same room as you as it is. So no, I will not be joining any of your extracurricular activities."

Samantha at this point seemed about to blow her top. Her face was bright red and her jaw was clenched in sheer unbridled anger. No one had pissed her off like this in a long time. I had to keep going.

"Now let me ask you a question, Samantha. Do you believe that you deserve to work here? No, seriously. I want an honest answer. Do you think you deserve your salary when you probably put in maybe twenty hours of actual honest work per week? And, more importantly, Samantha, are you so naïve to think that our boss and the partners of this law firm are oblivious to your serious lack of productivity? 

You and your little flock spend the better part of each day debating how much fatter Helen from accounting has gotten since last Christmas, and yet miraculously you still have a job. Some simple words of advice, Samantha: Come to work on time, shut up, and do your job. We can all be captivated by your latest eating-disorder gossip when we walk out the front door. Now, if you will excuse me."

As I tried to push my way past Samantha and into the hallway, she finally found her voice and began to retort.

"Now wait just one G.D. minute, you S.O.B...."

And just as she was about to tell me how big of an asshole I was, the women's bathroom door swung open and out stepped the endlessly long legs of Edie Rose. The look on her face told us both she was not amused at the moment, and cut Samantha off in mid-curse.

"Samantha, I believe Marcus was looking for you upstairs. Something about needing some copies made. I suggest you find him and see to whatever he needs."

"Oh, yes, of course Ms. Rose, right away." Samantha said, her eyes brushing the ground as she scampered away.

"And you. I don't think I know you." Said Edie Rose, turning her emerald eyes on me. 

"Um, no m'am. I'm Jack Gordon, I'm a copy writer. I've just been here about six months. It's nice to finally meet you, Ms. Rose."

"Hmm, yes, I am sure it is. Listen, Mr. Gordon, I have a special project I need completed by the end of the day, and I think you might be the man for the job. Think you are up for it?"

Both of us still standing in the restroom hallway, Edie Rose stared down at me with a stoic look of indifference.

"Well, of course Ms. Rose. I would be happy to. What is it you need done?"

"So eager to please." She said with a small smirk. "Come to my office in one half hour, and I will give you the assignment then." She said as she began to walk away.

"Oh, and by the way Mr. Gordon, I heard your conversation with Ms. Moore just outside the bathroom door. I'm glad to see one of her co-workers finally had the balls to put the little piglet in her place. I like a man who can take control."

I watched her turn and walk away, her hips swishing back and forth under her wool skirt. I became a little aroused again, but thought better of it and marched back to my desk feeling quite proud of myself. Back at my cubicle the other group was nowhere in site. Probably off somewhere doing actual work or holed up in the break room talking about me. Not that it mattered. I had bigger things to worry about, like having to actually step into the private office of Edie Rose, the object of my fantasies these last few months. 

I wondered what special project she could have in mind for me, someone who hadn't even been at the firm for a full year yet. I sat at my desk tapping my pencil against the computer screen lost in thought until I realized I had five minutes until I had to be in her office. 

I stood up and immediately began to sweat. On my way to Edie Rose's office, I stopped at the water fountain and splashed my face with cold water, which did little to ease my anxiety. 

For the first time, I walked through the smoky glass and steel door that lead to the private partner's offices. Stopping in the large hallway to figure out where to go, I spotted it immediately. Down a long corridor was the same stainless steel and glass door as up front, only this one had a perfect full length etching of a rose in the glass. That had to be it. 

Taking a deep breath, I walked to the door quickly. She "Liked a man who could take control" I remembered her saying, which made me puff up my chest and knock a little louder than I maybe should have.

"Please, come in Mr. Gordon," I heard her say from the back of the office. "The door is open."

I stepped into a finely appointed room with polished hardwood floors, a high, exposed beam ceiling, and rather expensive looking pieces of modern art hanging from the walls. Edie Rose sat partially hidden behind her large oak desk, her exquisite torso turned at an angle as she typed something into her computer. Without looking at me she said "Please, Mr. Gordon, sit down."

I approached her desk and sat tentatively on one of the lush leather chairs that sat facing their master. "Now, Mr. Gordon." She said, taking off her reading glasses and turning her eyes to meet mine.

"I can imagine you are wondering what sort of project a partner could have for a wet behind the ears copy writer." She got out of her chair, and began to walk around the corner of the desk. Nervously, I stood up as well, using the solid desk as support.


She turned her head to the ground for a moment and said "In truth, Mr. Gordon, the project I have for you is me. I liked how you handled yourself with Ms. Moore earlier. Your fiercely sharp tongue and dominant powerful ego are qualities I like to see in men, and if they are good enough, it turns me on. So in short, Mr. Gordon, your project is to dominate me. I want you to take me any way you want, tell me to do anything you want me to do to you; the more depraved, the better. And I know neither one of us will be satisfied until you have turned me into your submissive little kitten."

I stared at Edie Rose, to stunned to speak, my face pale white from lack of blood. She walked up to me and stared at me with her intense green eyes and with one hand unzipped my pants and began to massage my already stiffening package.

I began to speak, which was probably a mistake. "oh, wow, Ms. Rose, I don't know the first thing about dominating a woman. I'm hardly the aggressive type."

"I beg to differ, Mr. Gordon." She said, still massaging my cock, her red lips dangerously close to my ear. "I think you know exactly how to dominate a woman, even one that intimidates you, only you don't think you can. Maybe you just need something to wake you up." 

With that, she quickly pulls her hand from my pants and slaps me full force with her palm. "There, how was that?"

At that moment, something primal took hold of me. A force I could not explain made me grab Edie Rose by the arms and push her against the wall. I pinned her hands above her head as I savagely grabbed, kissed and bit her neck and breasts. I ran a hand under her skirt, grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her knees.

Roughly I massaged her pussy and clit, and feeling her get wet I pushed a finger inside of her, which caused Edie Rose to let out a soft gasp. Still pinning her against the wall, I kissed her hard, biting her lip and tongue as I mashed my mouth into hers. Edie Rose began to moan steadily, her pussy grinding against my hand as I fingered her, now with two fingers inside of her.

Pulling myself away from her for a moment, my fierce gaze locked with hers, both of us panting for air, I tell her "I want you to put my cock in your mouth. And I want you to take it all the way in to the back of your throat. Now, on your knees."

With that, Edie Rose grinned lasciviously, slid her thong the rest of the way off of her legs, and knelt down in front of me. With much eagerness she undid my belt and pulled my pants down to my knees, my hard cock right in front of her face ready and waiting. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth and began to slide my cock over her tongue and into her mouth. She closed her soft, red lips around my shaft and began to slide her head back and forth along my cock.

I laced my fingers in her hair and grabbed the back of her head. Gently at first I began pushing her further and further down onto my cock, her head bobbing back and forth as my cock went deeper into her throat. She looked up at me with her green eyes with a look that said "more, please, more."

My hand firmly gripping her head, I pushed her mouth all the way down the length of my cock, and Edie Rose began to moan again as she slurped and sucked down my full length. Her tongue was busy inside her mouth, flicking around on the shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth. She played with herself as she devoured me, teasing her clit and sliding fingers into her wet and waiting pussy. Her moans grew louder as her lips slid up and down my cock.

I tugged her hair and pulled her warm mouth off of my cock. I looked down at her for a moment then said "Now, grab the edge of your desk and bend over." Which she did, quickly standing up on those long legs, she walked over to her desk, hiked her skirt up above her ass, and bent over grabbing onto the edge of the desk. She turned her head and shot me a look that said "now what?" 

I slid my pants the rest of the way off of my legs and walked over to her exposed back side. Just for fun, I opened my hand and slapped her ass hard, leaving a nice red welt. "That was for earlier."

All she did was moan and wiggle her ass at me, so I smacked her ass again, this time on the other side. "Oooh.... What was that one for?" She cooed. 

"That one was because you like it."

With that, I ran my hand up her thigh to her warm and wet pussy, and began to play with her. As I rubbed her clit, I teased the soft outside of her ass, putting soft pressure on that other forbidden hole. This made Edie Rose moan loudly, and she began to grind her ass against my hand, telling me she wanted more. After teasing her a little, I grabbed my cock and rubbed it against the soft opening of her pussy, and with no warning began to push myself inside of Edie Rose. 

This sudden penetration caused Edie Rose to gasp and moan loudly, her back arching and flexing as I pushed deeper inside of her. I smacked her ass hard again and grabbed hold of her hips as I pushed myself the rest of the way inside her. She let out a quick high pitched gasp as my cock filled her up completely. Holding her hips, I slide in and out of her, slowly at first, but building steadily faster and faster. Edie Rose bucks hard against me, her back arching as she grinds against my thrusts.

With one hand, I go back to her ass, and as I slide in and out of Edie Rose I begin to play with her ass some more. At first I just rub my finger against it, but she seems to want more so I slowly and gently push my finger inside. This causes her to squeal and gasp as a new wave of pleasure shoots through her body. I thrust harder in and out of her, and Edie Rose begins to shake as her body begins an orgasm. 

"Oh, fuck, harder" she cries, and I can't help but try. Grabbing her hip with one hand, I ram myself into her with as much force as I can.

Feeling another primal urge come over me, I reach forward and grab Edie Rose by the throat, stand her up, and move her back up against the wall. My hand still around her neck, I tear off her blouse and bra, letting out her beautiful round breasts. I force her to bend again, this time against the wall, I push my cock back inside of her. With one hand I find her ass again, she seems to like that, and I slide a finger in as far up as it will go. 




A Confession



Again she gasps and moans at the sudden but welcome intrusion. With my other hand, I hold and fondle her breasts, mashing them around in my palm.

Edie Rose begins to tremble and squeal as the beginnings of an orgasm wash over her. She pushes herself against my cock, driving me deeper inside of her. Her body shakes more and her back arches, and as I push harder and harder into her, she grinds harder against me, and suddenly Edie Rose has a tremendous orgasm. 

She screams and gasps as wave after wave of pleasure shoot through her. Finding it hard to move, she slows down a bit and I follow suit, grinding myself against her with my cock deep inside.

I pull my cock out slowly, and Edie Rose turns around and kneels back down in front of me almost instinctually. Without me telling her to, she grabs my cock and begins to lick and suck on it, pulling all of her come off of my shaft. She builds speed, sliding her lips up and down my cock. I grab her hair again as I feel the tremors of my own orgasm beginning. 

Her mouth is moving up and down my cock quickly now, her eyes looking up at me tell me everything I want to know. I pull her hair hard now as I begin to come. With a loud, guttural groan, a fierce orgasm plows into me, and I come hard, unloading everything into Edie Rose's mouth.

She pulls away from me, with that same devilish grin on her face, closes her eyes and quickly swallows. She licks the small beads of come still on my cock and enjoys every last drop. When she is done, she coyly wipes her mouth with the back of her perfectly manicured hand, grinning at the corner of her mouth. She stands up, puts her hand on my chest, kisses my cheek, and walks over to a closet hidden in the near wall.

"I have a private shower. I hope you will take advantage of it. You look a bit, well, disheveled. Clean up, and take the rest of the day off. If anyone asks, tell them you were sent home by me to work on a special project. No one will object." She tells me as she pulls a new lace bra and cream blouse from the closet. She is quite for a moment as she dresses, then walks over to me as I am gathering up my clothes.

"Now, Mr. Gordon, I hope you understand that I will be calling you up for special projects on a regular basis. Is that clear?"

"Of course Ms. Rose. I look forward to working with you again."

"The feeling is mutual, of course." She says, grabbing me by my tie and pulling my face against hers. She waits for a second, and then bites my lip hard, drawing a little blood, then kisses me softly. And with that she turns and begins to walk toward the door. 

I drag my things to the shower, stopping at the entrance to watch her leave. Edie Rose opens the heavy steel door, steps through, and is gone.

So you understand now why this must stay so quite. I still work at the firm, and if anyone found out about our "arrangement", well it would be then end of both of us. She still calls me with regular "special projects", some of which keep me after hours. And each one cannot start at all until Edie Rose slaps me across the face. So it makes me wonder sometimes; who actually dominates who?



A Confession



Eddie and I were talking on my deck, in the orange glow of sunset. My girlfriend Liz had gone up to bed with a snootfull; three glasses of wine and she was done. The other guests at my Memorial Day cookout had gone, and I wondered why Eddie was still here. I soon knew. He wanted to confess something. It was a strange story.

"You know I'm bisexual," he said, a statement intended as a question.

"No. I didn't know."

He lifted his beer to his chin but didn't drink. He looked off to the western sky at the sinking sun. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts or mustering his courage.

"About a year now, just about a year." He took a long swig from the bottle, put it down, and shifted his thin, wiry frame in his chair. He had been a long-distance runner in college.

"So you weren't always bisexual," I said.

"No, no. I was married for eight years. You know that. I was in a serious relationship and almost married her, too, but it didn't work out."

"Right, I remember her. That was Britney, wasn't it?" I said. "Hot chick."

Eddie laughed. "Yeah, Britney was hot. I could tell you stories about her. I'd love to be with her again. Maybe make it work next time. But I want to tell you what happened to me, how I became bi."

I wasn't sure I wanted to hear it. I'd rather hear more about Britney, but I supposed he was going to tell me.

"I didn't choose to be bisexual. Having sex with men never entered my mind when I was married, or when I was with Britney." He ran a hand over his head. He wore his hair high and tight. "Never entered my mind. My best friend and I . . . he seduced me, if you can believe it."

"Your friend—"

He cut me off. "I'm not going to tell you his name. You may know him."

"Okay." He didn't speak for a couple of moments. In the twilight birds were chattering and flittering about the trees in my yard, competing for spots to settle for the night. Eddie frowned and seemed deep in thought.

I said, "Are you sure you want to talk about it?"

Eddie smiled and looked up toward the darkening sky. "Yeah. I need to tell somebody, and I know I can trust you. We've been friends a long time. So yes, I'm sure." He looked at me. "If you don't mind."

"I don't mind. You ready for another beer?" He nodded and I got up and went to the cooler on the other side of the deck and fished two bottles of Foster's out of the watery ice. I handed Eddie one and took my seat opposite him.

"Go on," I said, and drank from my bottle. The beer was so cold it gave me a head freeze.

"It started normally enough, you know how guys talk about sex and women. My friend, when we'd talk on the phone, he'd always shift the conversation to sex— who he was having sex with at the time. It was always a woman. I knew a few of them. Some of his stories seemed unbelievable, but he was my best friend, he still is, and I believed him. I wanted to believe him, to tell you the truth."

"So he wasn't making it up. They weren't fantasies?"

"Oh, he could have made things up, I guess. I don't think so."

"Well, some guys put a spin on things. Stories about fishing and sex, you have to take them with more than a grain of salt," I said.

"The thing is, his stories excited me. It was a few months after Britney and I broke it off, and I wasn't seeing anybody." Eddie took a long drink, put his bottle on the table, and lit a Marlboro. He offered the

box to me and said, "You want one?"

I hadn't smoked in years, but smelling the smoke and seeing the familiar red and white box made me want one. "Sure." I took a cigarette out of the box and he reached across the table and fired his lighter. I inhaled and felt an instant dizzy rush.

"One of his stories aroused me a lot," he said. "He was talking about Sally, the ex-wife of a guy we both knew socially. He had always lusted after her, and about a year after the divorce he ran into her. He said he took her out a couple times."

I smoked the Marlboro and listened as he described how his friend started to date Sally and wondered when he would get to the part about his bisexual conversion. I got interested again when got to Sally on the balcony.

"His apartment had a balcony. There were sliding doors in the living room and bedroom that opened on it. He lived on the fourth floor in the rear of the building and the balcony faced the wooded area beyond," he said. He dropped his cigarette into an empty beer bottle. "It's very private. He told me he fucked her on the balcony."

"Outside? That's pretty cool," I said. I thought about Liz and I doing it on my deck.

"He said he bent her over the railing and fucked her ass." Eddie looked at me, expecting a reaction, I imagined. He grinned; maybe he did read something in my face.

He said, "The way my friend described it, I could see it in my mind. I was on that balcony a hundred times. It excited me to hear it. I guess he knew it excited me. Next time we talked he told it again, only with more detail, and I told him it made my dick hard."

"He tells you a hot story about Sally. Fucking her in the ass. Do you know her?" I said.

"Not really. I mean, I had seen her with her husband at a picnic, I think it was. I know what she looks like. I might have chatted with her. When he talked about her I remembered how she looked. Thin, blonde, big tits, and a nice ass."

"You could visualize her bending over the railing?"

"Exactly." He drank and looked thoughtful a moment. He leaned forward with his elbows on the table. "I have to explain something."

I nodded.

"I've known this guy since college. He was best man at my wedding. He's a great guy, very caring. When he had to put his mom in a nursing home when she got Alzheimer's he was devastated. He visits her almost daily. I want you to understand that over the years I got attached to him."

"Yeah, I can see that. He's your best friend and a good guy. Go on."

"We do care about each other. If love begins with lust, maybe lust begins with love. I guess that can happen. What eventually happened between us wasn't only sex, there was affection."

"Sex with a woman you care about is always much better," I said. "Guess that applies to guys, too. I never thought about it."

His eyes looked like he was nearly drunk, and they got teary as he continued speaking. "I agree. If you care, it's better. So, as I was saying, one time I was at his place for dinner. He's a good cook. He never married, did I tell you that? Anyway, after dinner he opened another bottle of wine and soon he started talking about Sally again. I know he knew I liked the story. That's when I started thinkin about me out there on the balcony. Me. He had me turned on."

"Wow. So what did you do?" I said, very interested by then.

"We talked some more and he suggested we take our drinks and go sit out on the balcony. It was dark. While we sat there talking I was looking at the railing and imagining myself bent over it, what it would be like. It was pretty warm and humid; the bugs were making a lot of noise with their mating sounds. "

Eddie paused, drank some more beer and lit another cigarette.

"He said it was so hot we ought to take off our clothes. I felt weird, but excited, too. When I saw his cock, I got aroused and couldn't take my eyes off it."

"You both got naked?" I said.

"Yeah. I said, 'Your cock's huge,' and he said, 'You want to touch it?' I was so nervous and excited I couldn't speak. He does have a big cock. It's long and it gets thicker at the base."

Too much info. "So, what did you do?"

He blushed. "I'm embarrassed, but I've come this far, I may as well tell you everything." He took another drink and dragged on his cigarette.

"We sat there naked and drank some more. Neither of us said anything. I couldn't stop thinking about his cock, couldn't stop looking at it. Finally I turned to him and said I wanted to touch it. I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my hand. I had never touched a man before. I can't describe the incredible sensation it gave me. Next thing I knew I had it in my mouth. I sucked him and he came in my mouth."

Really too much information. "Were you drunk?"

"Yeah, some. I wasn't shit-faced."

"So, you got a little high and sucked a cock. That doesn't make you bisexual—or gay," I said. "It's was more like experimenting. Shit happens."

"There's more," Eddie said, looking down. "Want to hear the rest?"

"Sure. Go ahead." It was dark now and the birds had quieted down, almost as if they were listening to his story, too.

"We did that a couple more times that summer. Just blowjobs. We didn't talk about it, I guess we just let it happen. I guess it was in August that he had people over for dinner. I was there. He flirted with one of the women and when everyone left he said how much he wanted to fuck her. We took a bottle of wine and glasses out to the balcony."

Eddie stood and walked to the other side of the deck. He turned to face me and leaned on the railing. "It's a wooden railing just like this," he said, patting the top rail. "Anyway that night we stripped. I knelt in front of him and began to suck him. I guess he had planned it, because he had a jar of Albolene.

"What's that?" I said.

"Cold cream. He put cold cream on his cock. He's says it's great for ass fucking."

I made a mental note to remember Albolene—in case Liz ever offered me her heinie.

"I knew what was coming, I didn't have to ask. I was probably more excited at that point than I had ever been in my life. I didn't resist, I wanted it. I put my hands on the rail and waited. He spread my legs gently and massaged my ass with the cream. We didn't speak. I could barely breathe I was so turned on. He put a finger in my ass and moved it in and out to loosen me up. Then he pushed his cock into me."

"Man, just like that? Did it hurt?" I said.

"It did, but not too much. I leaned over the railing, just as I imagined Sally had leaned over it. By the time he was all the way in I lost my mind, couldn't think of anything but his cock in my ass. I got off, and shot a huge wad into the dark."

"No rubber?" I said.

Eddie returned to his chair. "No. I know he's safe."

"It's quite a story."

"Did it turn you on?"

I had to think about it. "Maybe, a little," I said.

"Well, you ever want to do anything . . . "

I considered the offer. It didn't do anything for me. "No, I don't think I'll ever want to do anything. I don't lean that way," I said.

"Okay. Just thought I'd ask." He finished his beer and stood.

"You still having sex with your friend?" I said.

"No. Only the times I told you. When I try to bring it up he won't talk about it."

"Well, whether you're bisexual or not, I don't know. I guess it depends on what you do in the future. You been with other guys?"

"No. I think about it, but he's the only one I want. I suppose I have a crush on him."

I heard noise in the kitchen. Liz was up.

"I better go," Eddie said. "Thanks for listening."

"Yeah, no problem. Take it easy," I said. We shook hands; he looked sad as he went down the steps

and disappeared in the darkness. I felt something for him, pity I suppose. Liz came out on the deck. She was wearing a T-shirt and panties and I stopped thinking about him.

"What are you doing?" she said.

"Eddie just left. We were talking."

"Oh. It's cooled off some," she said, and kissed the top of my head.

"Yeah." I thought about bending her over the railing.

"What were you talking about so long?" she said.

"You know, guy stuff. You know anything about cold cream, stuff named Albolene?"

"Yes, it's cold cream. Why?"

"Supposed to be good for anal sex," I said.

She squinted at me. "Forget about it, that's exit only. Is that what you guys were talking about?"

"Eddie was, yeah."

I stood and took her in my arms. We kissed.

She mussed my hair and said, "No way, José . So get it out of your head right now."

"We could do it regular," I said.

"Not out here. Let's go up to bed."

"That's my girl."



A Confession for My Darling Slut



As your mistress I owe you no explanation. I owe you no confession. I am, however, so very proud of you and how far you have come, I feel as though you have earned a bit of relief.

I read your confession over repeatedly. I was so very pleased. You truly have given yourself to me. You have come to understand that giving me your complete trust and compliance has allowed you to express a side of your personality that you might not have discovered otherwise. I am proud to have been able to give you that freedom. I am so very pleased that you have discovered that your complete obedience has allowed you to find that your boundaries are not quite where you thought they were. 

Last night after your service I lied beside you. I heard your tears in the dark. I know precisely how you are feeling today. You had set a firm boundary in your mind and your heart and I pressed you across it. I feared all evening you would end this with a simple word and yet you took all I had to give you. This morning you are feeling regret and sadness. You are feeling these things only because I am allowing you. Because I am taking you further.

Everything last night had a purpose. I had to break you loose. I had to drive you past where you thought you would ever go. First with instructions you felt you could not cross, then by rewarding you, you came to accept.

Last weekend, after you read me your confession and then serviced me too splendidly, I instructed you I needed a weekend. You expressed the difficulty it would be arranging it but you complied. You did everything that needed to be done in the face of so many obstacles, real and imaginary. You gave me yourself for the weekend. You arrived last night as instructed. Clean, shaved, prepared, and naked beneath the coat I had sent you home in that first night. You entered the room without a word and did as you were told.

You gave me your pussy. I love to eat your pussy and hear your cries as you come. My slave deserves her rewards. You took my fingers and came for me again. Finally, bent over, you took my strap on dick. You took it in your pussy and then spread wide and gave me your ass. Do you remember how difficult that had been at first? You have come so very far.

You had been so compliant I considered foregoing the restraints. I thought they might not be necessary. I also thought about how much you love them. How you love to be subjected to my every whim when you have no escape. I restrained you for your own pleasure. Your mistress is always thinking of you.

I felt in your confession your trust. I believe you do trust that I am always thinking of you. I believe you try to trust me completely. I know you lay beside me questioning that trust. My sweet, sweet slut, I will prove myself to you shortly and your trust will be total.

You had experienced the table only once. I had only let you experience it once. I wanted you to be comfortable in it but not completely aware of it. I did not blindfold you while I bound you. I wanted you to be able to see the cuffs locked in place. I wanted to watch your face and that is why I had my slave do it for me.

I know when you are excited. I watched the anticipation in your eyes. You try to do as you are told and hide it from me but I know. I am your mistress; I am supposed to know these things. You rested your knees on the supports and laid your belly upon the table. Your breasts hang deliciously through the cutouts. My slave strapped your ankles in place. He strapped your wrists in place and then adjusted the braces so that your arms were extended just where they should be. I wanted you restrained but comfortable. He pulled the lever and you lurched forward as the table laid flat. He adjusted the leg rests and stirrups until your legs were spread wide for me.

You love to be spread wide for me. You love to be my slut. I love to see it open like that for me and I will admit it was hard even for me to resist your delicious lips and clitty. I contented myself with your tits. I teased and pinched your tits until I knew you wanted it. I love the way you get excited when I tease your nipples. I love to put you on the edge. It was time.

I kneeled in front of you. I kissed your red lips. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Mistress." Your eyes expressed the truth of those words.

"Completely?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You have been such a good slut. You have been so completely obedient."

"Thank you, mistress." You knew you had spoken unnecessarily and the crop fell on your ass with a delicious slap. I nearly licked my lips looking at you bent over, strapped down, spread open. It was time. 

"So you like it when I teach you new things?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You eat a good pussy. Do you like to eat my pussy, slut?"

"Yes Mistress." My pussy was dripping just thinking about it.

"You like my tongue in your cunt, too, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress."

"You are such a good little dyke. Are you a dyke now slut?"

"Yes, mistress. I am a good dyke." I delighted at getting to spank your beautiful round ass. I let the crop fall twice.

"Liar."

"No mistress. I am your dyke."

Again, I slapped your ass. "You lie. I know it. You want dick."

"No mistress. I want your pussy."

"Don't lie to your mistress." Slap! "I know you leave me and run home and suck cock. I know you let him fuck that pussy of yours."

"Yes mistress. I let him fuck me. You tell me to fuck him. I fuck him like you say. I suck him like you say." Oh, the confusion in your voice. You were questioning me. I was pressing your last boundary. You make me so hot, you sweet little slut.

"So you still want dick?"

"Yes mistress. I still want my husband's dick." Sadness in your confession. The last boundary. You didn't want to take a dick. You confessed to cheating on him but it wasn't cheating, was it? You had never taken a dick.

"Are you my slut?"

"Yes mistress, I am your slut."

"Do you trust your mistress?"

"Yes mistress, I trust you." Your neck was tired and your head hung loose from your shoulders. Your arms were stretched above your head and you gripped the leather straps that held you in place. Your pussy was spread wide open. You had to trust me, and yet I was about to betray you.

"I really didn't expect to have to take another slave on so soon. I had planned to take things slowly with you. You have come so far so quickly though." I walked around you, stroking your arms and back. You are such a beautiful slut. I am lucky. I pulled on the blindfold. "Let me introduce you to, Cock." You heard and felt him standing beside me. I could tell because you turned your head. 

"I really have no need for a male slave. They are a bit of a bore." I kept walking around you. You couldn't tell because you were blind but I had Cock on a lead. He was naked except the cock ring I used to keep his dick ready, the ball gag I used to keep him quiet, and the collar I used to attach the leash. I was reasonably pleased at how he looked and how he behaved, but like I said, I had no use for him. Cock is for you. "I don't even really think of him as a slave. He is more of a tool, like my strap on, something to be used. Grunt for the lady, will you please, Cock?" I slapped his ass and he grunted. Your body tightened. You knew it was for real.

"Do you want to try my Cock, Slut?"

"No mistress." I expected that. You were spanked anyway.

"What?"

"Mistress, please." Another slap.

"You said you trusted your mistress." I slapped your ass again, just for fun.

"I do trust you."

This time the crop swung from my ankle upwards, under the table, and fell upon your lusciously large and natural tit. You jumped a little, it was unexpected.

"But you don't want my cock?"

"No mistress." And you knew it was coming. Again the crop sung up and struck your tit. Balls out now. I had to break you. I took a fistful of your hair and pulled your face up. You felt my breath on your ear.

"Do you trust me?" I whispered.

"Yes, Mistress." I thought you were crying.

"Do you want my cock?"

"No mistress." The crop fell again on your hard nipple. I slapped it again for good measure.

It went on longer. Three times, maybe four. I looked under the table to see the light pink stripes across your tits. 

"My sweet little slut, I guess it is time that I release you. I will be sad but I will find another slut. She probably won't have these sweet tits though." I paused.

"No Mistress..." Yes! "I will be your slut."

"And you will take my Cock?"

"Yes Mistress, I will take your cock."

"Go ahead Cock." He was hard as a fucking rock. I have to admit, I was impressed. "Fuck the shit out of my little slut."

You took it so well. He fucked you forever. I barked orders and pinched your nipples. I wanted to unbind your eyes so you could watch how I fingered myself but that can be next time. You were quiet far too long and I had to coax you out of your little pout. "Come for me Slut! Take that cock and come hard for your mistress." I was so pleased when you complied.

I have to admit I have my kinks. Some are a little too hard for me to resist. When Cock pulled out of you I ate the cum out of your sweet little pussy. Your mistress has her weaknesses too, and this is just such a dirty little slut thing to do. My Mistress made me do it. It was my boundary. I still eat a cream pie any time I can. You, my sweet little slut, are going to give me a cream pie a lot.

You just walked in and told me we have to talk. I expected this all day. I told you I need 30 minutes. You are going to tell me I went too far and that you have to go home and you have to admit everything to your little husband and that it is over. You had your boundary and it was too much for you to cross.

Change of plan. I am going to let you read this while I go get Cock. He's been waiting for us locked naked in the other room. He is just too easy a mark. Men are such boring submissives. They will do anything to get laid.

I'm not going to let you go. You will insist and I resist. You will insist further and I will let you go. You gave yourself to me. I have dressed in my full on uniform. I have pulled my hair back. I am going to lie here in bed while you try to leave. I will touch myself casually. In the end you will want me. In the end you will give yourself to me. 

Later I will show you your trust was not misplaced. Later though. You will have to be punished first for trying to leave me. You will have to take Cock again just for good measure.

Fuck, I am horny again. Are you going to be a good slut for me?

All my love,

Your Mistress.



A Confession of a Sex Addict



I watched him stride in, and I automatically knew that he was coming to talk about sex simply by the way he carried himself. It was just the general procedure with these type of men, seemingly confident, so secure in their walk, in their talk. 

Then they just broke down, right in front of my eyes, as if it had been swelling inside of their heart for so long, that finally it just exploded out of their mouths. All of the shit hit the fan after that, seeing as how when they finally collapsed, they rarely went to their next schedule appointment. It was sort of an ego type of excuse, but it was always something like, I was sick, I had to work, or some other excuse. 

I never cared seeing as they were never permanent really. I only had one patient that had been a weekly thing for two years, and that was devastatingly long. She always had problems to discuss or whatever, never wanted to really confront what her real problem was, that she was a slut, and always would be a slut. 

There was no point in denying it any longer or trying to excuse herself, but anyway, back to the current patient. It was his first time, and so, he was very aware of himself sitting on the sofa across from my comfortable chair. So, watching him, I expected the first visit to be something along the lines of small talk with a few hints as to his problems. 

After we both broke down the barriers of our relationship, I looked at his sheet, to see what his dilemma was exactly. It was written down in the plain cursive as excessive sexual desire. I called it, I thought to myself with an arched brow as I told him to start by telling me what happened today, any thoughts that he had about his troubles. I did not say the words sexual desire or any of that, I always let the patients go ahead and let me know if they wanted to. He began with describing his day. 

Now for some, this was done with a simple, oh it was fine, this and this happened, but not Craig Gallent, as was his name. He wanted to tell me in specific detail, including times and listed events, which was why he began with morning sex from his wife. Missionary style, 15 minutes of her moaning had been enough to wake him up, and then a shrug of his shoulders, before he moved on, saying, because he was never satisfied with her sex. Boring, he called it. I scribbled down a few notes, interrupting with a simple question. 

"Do you ever have problems with erection?" I asked plainly.

He smiled crookedly and shook his head, very nonchalantly, which would have left any other women thinking he was a pompous prick, but I simply just nodded and to go on, very bored myself if every one of his sexual encounters was going to be described like that one, quick and simple. 

So, he went on to talk about his day at work, talking about a girl that was too beautiful, and ultimately, out of his league, for some reason. I did not really understand why he would think anyone was out of his league. 

Other than being slightly overweight due to the gut hanging over his pants a few inches, he was relatively good looking. Jet black hair, tall stature, broad shoulders and a husky build, with crystal blue eyes, he looked like a professional lawyer or something. 

From the way he spoke of work, it was some sort of firm, possibly accounting, maybe even a doctor himself, but I would have received a note if he was, a referral of some sort from his hospital. I let him continue talking though, not wanting to say he was handsome and should not worry about that, even though that might have been something I would have said before I became a shrink. 

I now knew that people did not really want to hear that, and those that did, were only looking for approval and acceptance. I was just wondering why he wanted to cure his sexual addiction when if the sex was like that with his wife, he should just try to spice things up. That was when he told me about his other lover. 

He talked in a throaty deep boive."She has very nice beasts. I mean, the ones where you just see them hanging out of a shirt and automatically want to suck on the nipples to see if there as real as they look. I can usually tell though, but anyway, she's quite pretty, though not as good looking as Alicia. I usually give her a call while I'm at work to see if she would be up for something later, but today I had to come here, so of course our meeting was cut short. Long enough for an insane blow job. She's really good at those, almost better than sex. Haha, almost. I'm supposed to see her after I'm done here, but I got paged by the lady at home while I was waiting to see you, so I'm pretty sure that I can't do that tonight." 

I nodded along, staying objective throughout his whole description. I never really said much, just guided the conversation when I could. Mostly, people just wanted to talk anyway, and Craig had no problems in doing so, so I just listened and pointed out this or that throughout the rest of our questions and answer. I poised this question to him, wondering out of curiosity what exactly made him think he had a problem with his sexual activity. 

"How many times do you have intercourse per day?" I asked. 

He sighed and laid down on his back as he shrugged and tried to find a good answer. "Depends on the day I suppose. Throughout the week, I only get to see one of three women, so about 3 to 5 times per day, but on the weekends, you know, it just skyrockets from there, probably to about 10 to even 20 times per day one time. Possibly 19 seeing as it was within one night, and it all ran into morning." 

I jotted down his answers, and I was curious, thinking that he had to have a reason why he wasn't satisfied, he had to have a little inkling as to why. He lost his virginity when he was 14, a little young for his generation, but nevertheless, not very definitive. 

He told me about his first few girlfriends, the one he lost it to having been his cousin, but through marriage. That was a little shocker, but he meant to do that I was sure. He added 'through marriage' with a laugh, thus knowing that I might be a little thrown off. This was the South, I thought in my head, but as if that was not enough, he got very serious as he told me a little secret, something I was sure no one else knew about. 

"My first sexual dream HAD BEEN about my sister though, so I don't really know if I'm completely against incest. It is just one of those sexual experiences that you want to have under your belt before you get a certain age. I am well over that age," he explained. 

He was 45, so he was not dead yet. I said again, in my usual medical indifference, "Well, did you ever tell her about your fantasy?"

"No I never knew my sister. I just met her once when I was really little. I always have wanted to meet her, now that we're older, just to see if she turned out all right," he responded.

This hit home with me. I spoke a little bit interested now, offering some of myself with my words, "Well, it's relatively hard to find your family when you're adopted. And I'm not just saying that because I have heard that it is, I'm adopted and I've tried finding my family several times. If they didn't want to be found at the time they were given up, then of course, you can't really go farther from there unless you hire an investigator of some sort, one that won't try to steal your money."

She shook her head, sighing as she let herself smile somewhat and continue, "It's a tricky business, but you know, if that was your first sexual image, then maybe you've been building up to that, needing to know what it was all about. I'm just going to let you know that sometimes when you're younger, things are a little confusing and it might not have exactly been so much as sexual as sensual." 

"She was my half sister, different mothers, so I don't really know what her mother wanted for it. My dad never wanted another family," he set up another question for me to ask. 

"Did your Dad have a lot of affairs when you were growing up?" I asked again, taking on my tone of indifference. I was actual a little bite more interested than before.

He went on to explain. "Yes, actually. My mother and him had an understanding that they were just married for me and my older sister, and once I was out of the house, they divorced. They were always seeing different people, bringing them into the house as guests, landscapers, this or that, to throw us off. I knew though. It was kind of hard not to because they were just so obvious. I mean, they would not even have uniforms on half of the time, or any equipment with them, and their cars were always regular Fords or Jeeps, never worker's trucks or anything. It was just smeared on that they were who they were, and I dealt with it. I guess I did not understand until high school what they were really doing." 

That explained a lot now. His parents were sex addicts, and he saw all of their little escapades and understood them. No wonder, he was the way he was. I lifted a brow and questioned, "How long have you been married to your wife?" 

"For about 15 years now." He let out a sigh, then raised his hands as he started to go back to the 'boring sex' mention. "It's not just the sex that's boring. She's just not very exciting herself. She's 46, and our relationship has just matured to a normal dinner around a normal table with the normal television programs, and when we have sex, I am left wondering what somebody else would have done with the time and effort I put into having sex with my wife."

"Tell me about the best sexual experience you've ever had, one where you were completely satisfied with yourself and the partner." I knew it sounded legit from my mouth, but it was completely for my own benefit, I was actually getting aroused by some of his stories. 

"Okay. Do we have THAT long?" He laughed shaking his head to ensure I knew that was a joke, a very obvious and bad joke. I studied him as he spoke, his actions, how tense he was, how serious he was about the descriptions and such. I knew he was not lying. I knew that he was being sincere. He was a very serious man when he was not out to make himself seem bigger than he really was. 

Sighing, he went on. "It was with this girl named Lydia. She was such a darling. This was when I was, hmm, I think teaching my last year at the high school where we used to live. She was 18 to my 37. I was teaching AP American History, and she was this overachiever type of student. She was constantly asking about extra credit and tutoring, which I did not give. I told her to go to the National Honors Society. I even recommended a student, who I knew was very intelligent because well, I had been intimate with her as well, but Lydia, she always wanted more. She was never satisfied with her grade, much like I am about sex."

He shifted in his couch, getting more comfortable. "She was always trying to improve her score, and I would just give her an A sometimes so I would not have to deal with her later. BUT, she still came to me and asked about something. I did not know what to do, so I said that I would go over the essay with her if she would like after school. She said she had volleyball practice and then a game, but I was always at the school until late because me and my wife were always having problems back then. Something about me not making enough money for the family." 

Again, he moved, as if adjusting himself because of the exciting fantasy he laid out and continued on, "So, I said that would be reason enough for me to stay late into the night, even if it would be stuck in my portable in the B.F.E. part of campus with nothing to do but grade papers and listen to the radio. She agreed, seeing as how we were about to have a test that needed to ACE to finish the semester with an A. So, we went our separate ways, and I finished grading all my papers, even started up a new lesson plan, while listening to the radio.

He sighs, reaching to scratch and talking still about his fantasy, "I decided to go and watch a little bit of the Varsity volleyball game which was in the gym right next to my classroom. So, I went and stood in the door. I had remembered volleyball from high school, but not to be a pervert or anything, I did not know that their uniforms had changed so much. There was Lydia. She was an outside hitter. Her spandex shorts were curved right up into the crack of butt. About that time I was making sure that it was okay to be staring at her, but I knew she was 18 from the cards I made them fill out at the beginning of the semester, her birthday had actually just passed." 

He turned back to me for a glance, but I pretended to be writing something down on my little pad, thinking these images over in my head.

He continued on, after a pause, "I watched her play for a good half hour. The way she run, and her attacks were so accurate. She was so in control of herself, very confident, like she was pretty much in my class, except for when she thought nothing was ever good enough. I noticed how her breasts roamed around underneath her shirt as she ran and jumped, walked around the court like she owned it. I guess that's how she had to be."

He paused and took a breath, before continuing. "She always wore jeans due to our strict dress code, so seeing that much skin of her legs was mind-blowing. She had very tan legs, all lean muscle which made her skin stretch tight against her muscles when they flexed. At one point, she crouched, and her butt was bent out to where the I started to think about having anal sex with her. I was sure that it would be very tight, as she did not seem to be very easy around the guys in the class. She was a popular girl, of course, but I never did catch her talking about sex or dates to anyone."

There was another pause, and then he started once more, "I walked back to the classroom and then to the back of the portable to have a smoke. I knew I would need it, as I was just so incredibly turned on, like I had not been for awhile. My dick was the reason I left the game early. I was having trouble hiding my erection, so I stood and smoked, thought about football, thought about baseball, thought about golf. It finally went down before I heard the knock on the classroom door. I entered from the back, nearer to where I was, and then headed through the classroom to the front, where I unlocked it and opened it for her. She was still in her uniform but she had put on track points. That was very disappointing. I didn't really say much to her except for asking her about if they won or not. She said that she came right after, she didn't even stop to change out of her shorts or socks, which I instinctively looked at to see. Yep, she was wearing her socks and sandals."

I could not believe the things he was telling me, someone who could get him into so much trouble if I weren't liable for being under oath. 

Still I listened to him talk as he said, "We started talking about her essay, but that was not really the problem. She thought that she just was not prepared for the mid-term. I explained to her about what it was going to be on, the layout, and everything, but every time,I looked up at her, she was staring at my eyes and not the paper. It made me smile every time. Anyway, we finished talking about the test, and I was thinking that that was all. I had to get home, and I really didn't think I could take another minute of her leaning over, so that I could see right down through her open collar to her breasts which were trapped in a sports bra, also to my disappointment."

His explanations grew more throaty, as he went on, "She gathered up her books and stood up with me, her ass going right into my crotch as I turned with her. I hadn't meant for that to happen, but I'm glad that it did now that I know what was to happen from that. She giggled and blushed, and I just shook my head with a slight chuckle, cause I was young and didn't care about anything like that. Then, she dropped a piece of paper or something, never really figured out what it was, but I don't think it was really anything cause she got down on her knees and looked up at me as she put whatever it was away. She asked if I thought she was a good student. I shrugged and said that she was, but she just needed to work harder at some things. She wanted to know if there was something specific, and I accidentally spoke my thoughts, which was, 'my cock, for one.' She blushed ever harder, but I was not apologizing and she was not backing away. She was actually continuing to look up at me with her big green eyes, so I just reached out and touched her face, which was glowing from the sweat of earlier. She was really pretty right then, but it could have been that I knew I was about to get some action from a girl half my age."

He told of the most explicit images with such a nonchalence, speaking of things like this, "I brought her up by my hand on the back of her neck and pressed her real close to me until our lips met gingerly, then more hungrily from my tongue entering into her mouth. She put her hands on my waist and I grabbed her ass with my free hand, wrapped my hand in her hair with the other, kissing her harder and more sexually since I slipped my hand under her track pants, then the spandex shorts and thong so I could grip her little ass. She moved away from the kiss and started to suck on my ear, which only turned me on more. My dick was hard as a rock from groping her butt and feeling her wet tongue over the sensitive skin of neck and hair. She was really feisty, biting and sucking hard on me. I got her down on her knees a few seconds later. I undid my slacks and she went straight to sucking on the head of my cock. She licked down the shaft and back up, before I pulled her by the arm with me as I sat down in my chair. She got on her knees in front of me and gripped the base of my cock in her hand. She kissed the tip and played with the slit with the end of her tongue, flicking and running the middle of her tongue along. My hand had been on her head, stroking her hair, then the side of her face. I slowly started to push her head down on it when she wrapped her lips around it. To my surprise, she was rather experienced in cocksucking cause she did not gag at all because she went straight to deepthroating all 8 inches. I grabbed up her hair and pushed it all the way down. She bobbed really nice, good rhythm, just like I was fucking a pussy."

My eyebrows raised as he said pussy, having always hated that word. I had been getting a little hot when he started describing the way he touched her hair and face, and then the blow jobs. I loved giving blow jobs, so I always wanted to know more about how other girls did them to their lovers or whatever. I looked at the clock, seeing that they only had about 20 minutes. He had been right, they were not going to have a lot of extra time to talk about the sex with her. I guessed that was a good thing, seeing as how when my pussy got wet, there was no going dry until it was satisfied, and unfortunately, all I had was my fingers. I was in the transition of moving from one city to another. My attention went back to him as he switched to the next action. 

He continued, "I really needed to cum after that because I had been holding back the whole time. I really wasn't sure if I wanted to fuck a student, but I figured that I was already in it, so I might as well go for the whole nine if I was going to get into trouble for fucking her. I pulled her off, saliva around her mouth that she licked off while looking up at me. I told her she was a good cocksucker, that no one had ever gotten me to almost cum from a blow job, but that I was ready to bust. She then told me she was on birth control. So, I had my green light. I sat back and said she could stand up, cause I wanted her to strip. She got embarrassed, which was probably the only thing that bothers me about younger girls, you know. They're too afraid to show themselves to a man they haven't been dating or know really well. I started telling how hot she was, wanted her to strip for me so I could see it all. She asked if I had liked ever since she started my class, and I told her I had thought about her a couple of times. That of course got her to smile and relax. She took off her shirt and pushed down her track pants. She said that I should watch their practices cause she only wore her sports bra and spandex shorts during them. She also had very nice breasts. They were larger than that lover of mine I was telling you about before. Hers were perkier then too. They had to be 36d's, and I knew they were natural because what high school girl gets plastic surgery."




A Confession of a Sex Addict



He was considerbaly shifting now as he began to sum up the sexual story, "Her stomach was flat, probably the most fit fuck I ever had too. I told her to turn around before she took anything else off. She did so really fast, so I had to tell her to do it again, but I was getting more serious now. I was treating her more like a lover than a student at that point, which for me, is getting very serious about who is in control of the intercourse. She turned around and I stood up, placing my hands on her hips. I jutted my hips so that my dick was pressed firm against the crack of her ass that was so firm when she clenched at the feel of it against her. I stroked up and down her arms, then over to her breasts, grabbing them into handfuls roughly."

"She winced, but I did not really slow down. I asked her if her breasts were really that sensitive. She nodded, and I reached underneath her bra to where I could hold them in my hands, pressing them together and back against herself. I twisted her tits between my pointer and thumb. I told her to turn on the radio. She did so, and I told her to change it to the party station. I demanded that she dance against me after finding out that she loved the song they were playing. Her butt shook against my bare cock, riding up and down on it as I kissed her neck, played with her nipples and breasts, sucked on her ear, getting her as hot as possible," he said stopping for a moment and shooting me a look. 

He began again, "She moaned that she wanted to fuck me after I pulled off her bra and leaned over her shoulder to lift up her breast for me to suck on her hardened tit. I bit and sucked on the round pink flesh for a moment before letting my stomach push into her lower back to get her to bend her ass out over the desk. I pulled down her shorts, letting my hands trail down her thighs and calves, and then back up, over her ass. I smacked it hard, and she let out a whimper while asking me not to be so rough. I chuckled as I leaned down onto her, whispering into her hear that if I wanted her to talk I would have asked her to, and also pointed out to her that she was about to fuck her History teacher to get a better grade in his class. Haha."

He chuckled, lifting a finger to wag as he spoke, "And I said to her, 'I was going to tell the football team whether you were good or not, so unless you want to be called a dead fuck, I'd suggest you fuck me better than any of those high school boys, got it?' She said, yes, but that wasn't good enough. I needed for her to say 'Yes, sir.' So, I smacked her ass and told her what she was going to call me whatever I told her to call me from now on, and for now, that was Sir. She said, 'Yes, Sir', so I massaged her ass and hips, brought my hands in between her legs."

I should have stopped him, but I was too infatuated by the story now. I knew it was pure invention, just becaue it was so detailed and obviously wrong for so many reasons. Alas, I just continued to listen to his tail. 

He cleared his throat and then told me, "She spread them as I reached down and felt along her wet pussy lips, which were tightly shut together, I spread them, finding her clitoris and slit to be saturated with her juices. I rubbed over her clit, pressing into it and pinching tenderly before moving my finger to her hole. I tested how tight she was by slipping in my middle finger, which went in pretty easily. She moaned. I leaned down to the side of her face as I pushed in my pointer with my middle rather roughly, which made her gasp and moan. I whispered, 'You ever been fucked, baby?' She said a couple times, so I said, 'You're going to be Sir's slut tonight, understand?' She said 'Yes, Sir' just like I wanted her to." 

"I leaned back and brought my hand to her lower back, pushed down to her her ass to bend out more. I steadied my dick into her sopping wet vagina and thrusted. I grabbed onto her hips and brought her down onto it, making her go the pace I wanted to go, which was fast and hard. She moaned tumultuously, shaking and convulsing as I pummeled the piece deep into her cunt. I fucked her at that pace for a good 10 minutes, and then started spanking her ass, cause she was slowing up in her breathing and moaning. 'C'mon, slut, fuck me back,' I said," he said, smirking and rubbing his chin.

"She picked her pace, never stopped going for another half hour. She made pussy ride me as best she could. She called me Daddy and Sir, and Mister Gallent. I loved it, just kept slamming it hard into that sweet little pussy. My balls were slapping against the bottom of her ass, which was shaking up and down as her body humped to the push and pull of my hands. I was feeling on her tits towards the end, grabbing her tits and pulling on 'em. She loved that," he mused, bringing his hands behind his head.

Shfiting his legs, he got more comfortable and then I watched his hand scratch himself, as he went on, "I let go of her hip about when I felt the cum start to surge to the base of my dick, and I snatched her up by her hair and pulled her head back so that her back arched and her stomach went into the table. She screamed and I grunted as I slammed it over and over into her, shouting to her, 'That's how Baby likes it, yea, uh huh. Baby, fuck me, slut.' I emptied my nuts into that bitch, which she later told me was the first time she had ever let any guy ever do that to her. I knew she was a slut. She sucked my dick after that, and I fingered her pussy until she made me stop. 'Said it was gettin' raw. I don't know now if that was actual the best sexual experience of my life, but I would say it was the most unsuspected." 

I was in shock. I could feel the cum dripping out my pussy from listening to his descriptions. I had never been so turned on from someone's dissertation of lust until this one. I was definitely flushed in the face when he looked at me. He perused over me in a way that made me slightly uncomfortable because he knew what I was thinking. 

"Time's up," I said as the alarm went off in a gentle tone. Standing, I crossed the room to shake his hand which was slightly moist. He smirked and picked up his jacket, walking to the door.

"See ya next week, doc," he winked and sauntered out, his shoulders swaying back and forth. 

I needed to do something and quick.



A Confession of Mine



This isn't a story of fantasy or sex. Sorry. This is what the title implies. Never wrote anything before, let alone something of this nature. Here goes nothing.

I'm a man of 38. A man who has hidden a part of himself from everyone for a great number of those 38 years. I'm not a writer. Not a man who knows how to put his thoughts to print. At least not in any reader friendly sort of way.

But thats my brain. Screaming out thoughts and ideas in no clear order at all. Running off in wild tangents that only I can process or make sense of. So I'm just going to do the best I can to get it all out. I'm doing it here, on this site, because I don't expect the people here to judge me. Nor do I expect words of advice. People here will read and move on. 

This is just me saying, this is who I am. This is how I feel. Maybe someone out there will read this. While the details won't be the same, maybe the feelings will. They will know someone out there feels like they do. Know that they are not alone.

So here goes. Hold nothing back.

I love to wear woman's underwear. Have as long as I can remember. Lingerie, simple pair of panties and matching bra, doesn't matter. I could wear them all day if possible. I love the feel of it on my body, the different fabrics and the way it feels on my skin. The tightness of it and the way it hugs my body. I love the level of excitement I reach just from wearing it. And just to throw it out there, no i'm not passable. I'm tall and thin and look like a man. No amount of makeup or a wig would change that. I look like a man wearing lingerie.

It's my secret life. Thats the problem though. It's MY secret. Now don't get me wrong. I don't feel trapped. Don't wan't to yell it out to the world and feel free. I want it a secret. It would destroy my life if it got out. No one knows...

Well, maybe thats not entirely true. Now that I'm older and look back on things, I realize my mom might have known something early on. Because it started in my youth and when your young and this is what your exploring, what's available? My mom's underwear drawer. Despite the fear of being caught, I did it anyways. But you know when your young and doing something you know you shouldn't. You think your clever. You'll put everything back exactly the way it was and no one will be the wiser. The problem with that is, your young and your stupid. Parents always notice when something is off. I myself am a father of two, so I speak from experience. So while as a kid I believed I got away with dressing all the times I did, the adult me understands that she probably noticed. To her credit, she's never once said a word or looked at me funny all these years. If what I believe is true than I love her all the more for that.

So anyways, as I was saying. No one knows and that's the way I want it. Ehh, well about 99% want it. I do want to share it with someone. Just one person. 

I've had lots of relationships, but never with someone I felt I could let my secret out to. There's too much fear. Fear of rejection, of shattered feelings and emotions. To look into the eye of the woman you love and see: horror, disgust, hate. You name it. I couldn't take that chance. So no matter how happy I was at any time with someone, part of me was still unfulfilled. I could never be 100% me, always holding something back. I won't say that this is the only reason my relationships fail. There's more than that. But those are different stories for a different time and place. This is about my love of crossdressing.

I could never let anyone I dated completely in. I'd be withdrawn without even meaning to be. I couldn't help it. I've had absolutely incredible sex lives with some women I've dated. But I still couldn't let them into that part of me. How could I? I believe they could sense something, even tho they couldn't even begin to comprehend that I was holding that secret from them. So they fail. They fail cause right from the first minute I'm not trusting enough of them.

But I want to. Someone at least. Someone completely. Someone I love, who loves me. Someone who loves that part of me. Someone to explore that side of me. More importantly, to really enjoy that side of me. Almost as bad as telling the woman I love would be to tell her and have her just humor me with it, but get nothing out of it themselves. I want her to have the same excitement about it that I do. Oh the fantasties I've had in my mind about that special woman. I dream of her taking me to our bed and just...

Ok. Let me stop there for a moment and explain more about me. I said I'd confess about myself and I will. I do not like men. I don't find them attractive. I've never felt an emotional attachment to any man. Would never date or kiss one. Nothing that could be perceived as romantic. That's just me. I harbor no ill against those who do. Good on you. Do what makes you happy. Just like I do. But back in the far gone glory days of AOL and their chat rooms, which was what, almost 20 years ago already, I decided to explore myself and what I might like. Across a span of not quite a year, I met some people, hooked up a few times and found that even though I did not like men, I quite enjoyed the cock that dangled between their legs. But I couldn't of cared less about the person it was attached to. Not that they weren't nice guys. Just that they weren't what I was interested in.

I loved the feel of it between my lips and in my mouth. Performing an act that I loved so much being done to me. Just plain old me though. I never dressed up for it. Exploring more, on 3 occasions I allowed it to go farther than in my mouth and let myself be entered anally. Once was ok. Once was awful. And once was incredible. But I learned I enjoyed it and the feeling of it. Not for nothing I learned I liked cum as well. Ehh, maybe not so much the taste of it. I have swallowed a few times anyways. But I liked seeing it. On my hands, my face or my body. Like a job well done to me.

But it's been years now since I enjoyed those particular antics. But I would do it again if the situation arose. I'm just not going to go trolling for it to happen. I've outgrown that. I did my experimenting. And really, it was all just about getting off anyways. Just about the orgasm and not the emotion.

Sorry for the little side, but it brings me back to where I left off earlier. I want my partner to make love to me. Doesn't matter that it would be a toy. I want that experience. I want her to want to make me hers. Oh to be dressed up and the woman I love take me. That would be epic. To have that level of connection and understanding with someone. I can dream of it. Picture it. But I can't imagine it ever really happening. But it would be amazing. 

I've experimented often in my relationships. Not much besides what I've been describing have I not tried, within reason. I'm obviously willing to be very open. So if I had that sort of secureness with someone that strong. That trust that binds two people. This amazing woman whom I'd share my secret with, I'd even let them invite someone into our bed. If she wanted to see that side of me with a man. Knew she be excited about it. Yeah, I'd be open to that as well.

Uhh. I just want to find someone to build a life with. Some woman out there who will love me for who and what I am. Someone who will enjoy the same. Someone who I can share my secret with and have her relish it. Dream of one day shopping at a lingerie store with her and us sharing the secret that we were shopping for both of us. Dare to dream. My brains a world all it's own.

Anyways, I'd be naive to think a life like this doesn't exist for people out there. I know it does. But where do I find it? 

Sure your reading this right now thinking, "um, the internet?". Sure, well probably. But the internet is a world of no secrets. Everyone knows everything about everyone it seems. I can't put my name or my face out there. I have to much to lose. There are things I won't risk. Like my kids. Besides, I love my privacy and want to keep it. I'm one of the 107 people in the world who's never belonged to myspace, facebook or twitter and I have no intention of ever joining up.

I live in a city in western New York that is literally the smallest definition of the word city. So no nightlife if I was even willing to risk it. I don't even have the money to maybe find a place to travel to where I might be able to anonamously be free for a time. But this would amount to just hooking up and while that would be fine, like a said, I'm looking for a life, not a moment.

So here I am with just my draining hope. Getting older. Wasting time away. Feeling my ultimate happiness slipping away. 

Yes. I know I'm whining. But it's the truth as I see it. When the only person you can tell your troubles to is yourself, you only have yourself for advice. Never been very good in the advice department.

Tomorrow I could walk out my door and meet someone great and be very happy with her. I realize happiness can exist in many different ways. But there would always be that nagging feeling of unfulfillment within me, even if she never knew it herself. Thats not fair to anyone. 

My story goes, I own some clothing articles, dress up, meet someone. Throw out what I own, destroying all evidence of that part of me. Relationship comes to unfortunate end. Purchase new outfits. Rinse and repeat. 

I'm to old now to claim I want something other than what I really want. And what I want is what you've read. Don't think I can be satisfied until it does. 

But until the day comes and I meet someone that over time I grow to trust 100% and she is the one to blurt out that she would love to dress me as a woman during sex and make me the woman during same, then I will remain as I've always been. A coward.

On a good day I'm lonely and unsatisfied. On a bad day, I'm ashamed, scared and empty.

Ahh, maybe I'll find a happy place someday. But the more time goes by, the less likely it seems. I have no one to blame but myself.

So as I sit here typing, wearing black bra, panties and nylons, I just want to say thanks for reading. Sorry for mistakes. Terrified of putting this down and submitting it. But I think it'll help me just to get it out there. 

I am what I am and maybe someday...



A Confession to His Slut Wife



I gave my cock the same assignment I gave you. He was supposed to write up his confession. I'm sorry to say that he failed miserably. It wasn't his fault; he is just not a writer. I punished him. I have decided an interview will work much better.

Cock is strapped to the table. You are familiar with the table. It adjusted to his height quite nicely. I have to admit, I am better with sluts than I am with slaves, it's the dyke in me. I am too masochistic with slaves. I don't use the leather straps for Cock, I use rope. His ass is in the air, just like yours. His nipples are clamped, but with small metal clamps, not the nice ones I use on your lovely tits. I keep his cock in a ring; it keeps him hard and keeps him from cuming. Anyway, you will see.

I left him waiting there. I would like to say it was some sort of evil plan, some sort of punishment, but that wasn't it. You wanted to talk. The talk went just like I thought. I went and got in my bed and sat there rubbing my clitty while you tried to tell me it was over. I just told you okay. I had made you go all morning naked and there you stood in front of me while I played with myself. I told you, you could go, but you didn't want to. It was one of those times when your mistress must bring the reward along with the punishment. 

I went to you and took you in my arms. "You don't want to stop, do you?"

"No..." I let the formalities go. I held you against me. A mistress shouldn't admit these things but I held your naked body and I knew I couldn't stop.

"Are you still my slut?"

"Yes, Mistress." You smiled a little.

"Can you come with me? I want you to be silent and do nothing but watch until I tell you. Can you do that?"

"Yes mistress."

"After last night I think I can trust you." I took you by the hand and led you into the back room I reserve for slaves. He couldn't see you but you could see his ass up in the air. You nearly spoke but caught yourself. You will be well rewarded for that.

Me: Tell me why you are here, Cock.

Cock: I displeased you, Mistress.

Me: Not why you are on the table, tell me why you are my cock slave?

Cock: Because I am bad and didn't treat your slut properly. [Displeased with his answer he gets the crop on his ass.]

Me: Let's go back further. Tell me why you thought my slut needed a Mistress.

C: It was, like, a year ago. We were in Vegas on vacation and we went to see a dance show. One of the acts, they had this really hot girl, she was all done up with the leather and boots and she tied up this other girl. It was all a dance but I could tell it was the part of the show she liked the best.

M: Was that all.

C: No. I wanted to find out, so when we got back to the room we rented one of those Porn movies on the TV. It was all bondage and stuff.

M: Bondage and stuff? [I slapped the crop against his ball sack. I wanted a better answer]

C: They had these girls and they had them tied up. They spanked them and fucked them. They had one suspended and one guy fucked her while another guy made her suck his dick.

M: That's better. And she liked it.

C: Yeah. She got off so many times. She was even playing with herself.

M: So you decided to make her your sub.

C: Yeah, I tried.

M: But you are a pussy. [I slapped his ass, just because I was bored. I watched your reaction]

C: Yes, mistress.

M: [another firm slap] Tell me.

C: I was too much of a pussy to make her my slut.

M: That's better. [I rubbed his ass where I slapped it.] So tell me, how did I get involved.

C: I tried to be her master but I will admit, I was a pussy. [His head hung low and he mumbled a bit so I tugged his cock to keep him alert] When you had me listen to her confession she was dead on right about it. I just couldn't punish her.

M: So you did some research.

C: Yeah, I was on this fetish website. It had an article on how to be a Dom.

M: So tell me about the website. Did it get you hard?

C: Yes mistress it made me hard.

M: So you wanted to be a Dom?

C: I thought I did.

M: [I stopped stroking his cock. I had the lube ready on the ground between his legs. I slipped my finger into it.] But you aren't Dom are you?

C: No mistress.

M: You like to take it like a good slave.

C: Yes Mistress. I like to take it. [I slipped my finger into his ass. He is getting good at taking it. He took it in one stroke.]

M: Like that?

C: Yes Mistress. Like that.

M: [working his ass slowly.] You haven't told me how I got involved.

C: You... You... Um.... You wrote the article. [He was a bit distracted.]

M: How did you know?

C: The pics

M: How did you know it was me?

C: the tattoo... the.. uhhhhng [I had sped up.] The tattoo on your ankle.

M: So you emailed me?

C: Yes Mistress. [He was close to coming. I could keep him here for a long time, I knew, but I need to get this finished. I moved over in front of him and sat on the floor in front of his face like I do to you. I just let him look at my pussy.]

M: Tell me more so I can go back to fucking your little ass.

C: Yes Mistress! I emailed you and asked if it was you. You said no but a couple emails later you asked why I was on there. I told you what I wanted to do. I told you how I needed tips on how to be a Dom.

M: Go on... what did I say.

C: You said it didn't work like that. You said that you didn't think I would make a very good Dom from what you knew about me.

M: How did you react?

C: I begged.

M: You begged like a little pussy didn't you?

C: Yes mistress... I was a little pussy.

M: What happened next?

C: You set up girls' night out and made her your slave.

M: [Yes, he took the crop for that.] Slut! She is a slut. [I slapped his ass again.]

C: Yes, you made her your slut.

M: And you knew.

C: Yes. You called and asked me if you could.

M: You dirty little perv. You gave me your wife to be my slut.

C: Yes, Mistress. She is your slut.

M: And I thanked you by sending my slut to fuck you.

C: Yes Mistress.

M: You liked it.

C: Yes Mistress.

M: You disgust me.

C: Yes Mistress. I know.

M: Did it stop there? [Okay, I was getting in to it. Slaves have their place. I started rubbing myself]

C: No Mistress. 

M: What else doesn't she know?

C: That I watched sometimes.

M: You watched me punish my little slut?

C: Yes Mistress.

M: Tell me what you liked best.

C: I liked to watch her please you.

M: You liked to watch your wife eat pussy?

C: Yes, Mistress.

M: You are sick.

C: Yes, Mistress.

I went over to where you sat in a chair. You had the start of tears in your eyes but I couldn't tell what you were thinking. I took you outside of the room.

"I have to be punished." You said simply, going to your knees in front of me. I sat down beside you.

"Why, my sweet little slut?" I stroked your hair.

"I didn't trust you mistress."

"You know better now, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress."

"So, you both must be punished."

"Yes, Mistress, I think so."

"Come..." I took her by her hand.

M: You are a dirty little pervert and you need to be punished.

C: Yes, Mistress...

M: Open. [He opened his mouth and I placed the rubber ball into it. I strapped it around the back of his neck and handed him the small bell. It served as a safe word for a gagged slave. He knew better than to drop the bell.] 

I handed you the large crop. It had a wider paddle at the end. It was longer. It could be swung harder without real pain. 

M: You will take 10

I walked back behind him so that he still didn't know you were there. You swung at his ass and it slapped. You were holding back and I slapped your own ass with my crop. I gave you a look. You understood.

I watched you deliver the next nine and my pussy dripped. I know it confused the shit out of him but I'm pretty sure he figured it out. I told you to lick his wounds. I loved the look in your eye. You did as you were told.

I told you to lick his ass. You were a good little slut. He moaned like crazy.

I told you to lick his balls. He absolutely purred. It was all too much of a love fest for me. I told you to fuck his ass. Now we were talking. Damn, girl, you got into it. I would have told you to fuck it harder but I didn't need to. I gave you the toy with the good handle and you went crazy. He went crazy. 

I got bored.

I have you both now. I am going to have to get creative. 



A Confession to My Husband



My Darling Husband,

This is the confession I am dying to make. I won't. I will probably show this to one person and then destroy it forever, but that one person won't be you. I don't know if this would hurt you, excite you, or just send you running. 

I love you deeply. You are the most caring, generous considerate man in the world. You care for me and our family like no other man ever could. You are a gentle and considerate lover who pleases me endlessly. I could never imagine my life without you. Of course, now that I have discovered this other side of myself, I can't imagine my life without both of you. This is why I must keep this a secret. You know how I am though. The secret is killing me.

I'm sure you remember the night a few months ago when we experimented. We took a try at dominance and submission. I know it excited you. I didn't think it would excite me as much as it did. Truthfully, I didn't want to try it. I think of myself as very conventional and the thought of playing d/s just seemed kinky and pervy. I felt that way right up until I walked out and you started your inspection.

You started so well. You looked me up and down. You complimented me and I loved it. You corrected me... and yes, surprisingly, I loved that too. You commanded me. You told me what to do. You put me on my knees and told me to suck you. You were direct, you were gruff, you were even vulgar. I was shocked and horrified to feel the excitement of being your slave.

You tried so hard, but in the end, you relented. The first time I gagged on your dick you pulled it back out. I wanted you to force me to finish you, but you didn't. I don't know if you felt guilty or if it was just too weird for you, but you stopped. We made love. You were even softer than normal. The frustration nearly killed me. I had discovered something I wasn't comfortable with. Of course, that's what submission is about, discovering your comfort zone and leaving it just for a moment, maybe not for everyone, but that's what it is for me.

Now all of this would have just gone away. The next night you went down on me and rocked my world like you always do. It was almost enough to chase these thoughts out of my head. Another week or two and it would have just drifted away and I might never have thought about it again. If it hadn't been for Deanna's Birthday and girls' night out, it would have been like the costumes we tried once and never brought out again. Fucking Deanna though, you know how she is.

We were just sitting there. Her other friends had gone home but she wasn't ready to call it a night. It was late but not crazy late so I sat there talking to her. No one else was really around. It didn't take long with her. Talk always turns to sex. I don't know why I told her the story but I did. 

I should have been suspicious of her reaction. I guess I expected her to be as shocked at my reaction as I was. She turned things around on me. She was so subtle. She just sat there smoking and asking me questions. I should have picked up the glint in her eye but I was drinking. I had drank just enough that I got honest, too honest. She asked what I liked about it. She asked what disappointed me. She asked why I stopped. She asked why you stopped. You know I always suspected she wasn't very happy about sex with Brian, and I guess I just thought she was getting a thrill out of it. I kept going.

And then she leaned in towards me. It was awkward and just a little too intimate. Her voice stayed slow, steady. She had a confidence I had never heard from her before. "This place sucks. Come on. Let's go."

I thought I was going home. I really did. She wanted me to give her a ride home. I was a little worried about how much I'd drank but I'd stopped when the other girls left. It was okay I figured. We got in the car and I took her home. Come inside she told me. No, it's late, I responded. Please, she pleaded. Another time I begged. No, you are coming in, she ordered. I did.

She made us two glasses of wine. It wasn't the best wine but I didn't plan to drink it really. Brian was on the couch. Now that I look back on it, I can see it. He wasn't watching TV. He wasn't reading. He was just sitting there. My brain ran a quick rewind. We had walked in. She had walked up to him, run her hand over his shoulder. 

"Say, hi to Linda." She had told him.

"Hi, Linda."

I can see it now. I sure didn't see it then.

She sipped her wine quietly. She was just looking at me. Its not that she was checking me out, I know now she was sizing me up, thinking up her approach. How direct was she going to be able to be? How subtle would she have to be? I will admit, I was weirded out. I was ready to leave. She is a wonderful mistress. She could tell. 

"I have a confession." She told me. "I really want you to just stay a little while. I want you to watch. I have a feeling you will want to leave and you can if you have to..." then she paused. She waited just looking at me. "But I really think you will be happy if you stay."

What happened next is kind of a blur. I remember parts vividly but not what happened before or after. I will remember different pieces of that night at different times. She has asked me at times to be specific and regrettably I don't remember it well enough. This, of course, brings disappointment. I don't like to displease me mistress. Wait. I'm jumping ahead.

I remember she had Brian join us in the kitchen. I remember he was buck ass naked. I remember thinking he was pretty good looking naked and that I was embarrassed to see him like that. She told him the story I had told her. I know that she did it to excite him and that she punished him by slapping his ass with a long thin spatula when he started to get an erection. I know that when he was fully erect she teased him, talking very dirty to him about it and about fucking it. She was right. I was so embarrassed I wanted to leave. She was right. It excited me. It wasn't watching him that excited me. It wasn't her jerking him off but not letting him cum. It was the way she handled him, the way she dominated him. I was discovering my inner submissive. 

Again, it's fuzzy but eventually we ended up in their bedroom. I sat in a chair as I was instructed, and watched. She sucked his dick but didn't let him cum. He would beg her and she would put him off. You know I'm not bi, not in the least, but she did eventually get undressed. She instructed him to please her and I watched. I was greedy. I wanted her to cum. I wanted to watch her cum. Fuck, I wanted to cum myself. When she finally did I thought I was going to as well. I pressed my legs together. I moved my thighs hoping it would give me some sort of pressure where I needed it. I just couldn't make it happen.

I watched her ride him, desperate to touch myself. She was watching me. I would like to say I was too embarrassed to touch myself but that wasn't it at all. I know now how seduced I was. I didn't touch myself because she didn't tell me I was allowed to.

I really don't know how long they fucked. I really don't know how long I had been there. I know she was sitting cross legged on the bed while he lied there. She stroked his cock like it was a pet kitten. I would have thought she had forgotten me if she didn't keep looking at me. It was forever when she finally addressed me directly.

"Was that weird?"

"Yes." I mumbled.

"But it was good."

I remember my answer bursting from me, like when you are underwater almost too long and you finally release the breath you've been holding, "Yes."

I would have thought directness at this point would have sent me running. That's not how it works though. "I think I would like to take you on as my little slave slut. Would you like me to?"

I would have thought I would need to think before responding to that question. Again, that's not how it works. "Yes."

Naked, she left the bed. She is a tall woman, taller than I. She has a strong build, very athletic. Standing in front of me I admired her large breasts. Augmented, sure, but they were lovely. I was jealous. I think she was heavier than I expected. A little broader across the ass than I would have pictured, but she was a beautiful woman. I wouldn't give up my blonde hair, ever, but her long straight dark hair fit her. She came towards me. I thought for sure she was going to kiss me and that it would send me running, I had kissed a girl before and I didn't like it, but she stopped. She dropped to her knees. I couldn't move. She took my hands in hers. I remember thinking how similar they felt to yours.

"This is how it works." She instructed. "Submission is all the time, not just in the bedroom. In private you will address me as mistress unless instructed otherwise. If there is anyone else in the room with the exception of my slave boy, you will not refer to me by anything, not even my name. Do you agree?"

She looked up at me directly with perfect confidence. "Yes."

"Yes, Mistress." She corrected.

"Yes Mistress." I complied.

"You will speak only when spoken to, or be punished. You will do specifically what I tell you, or be punished. If you don't understand the instructions, you will do your best. If you are wrong, of course, you will be punished. You're purpose is to please me. I am not here to please you. Do you understand?"

It was automatic. I believe now I was meant for this. "Yes, Mistress."

"Now, undress for me."

I was hungry to comply. I had gotten so excited all night I was so ready to finally feel the orgasm that was built up in me. I was afraid of her touch but I really didn't care. I was more afraid that she would have Brian touch me, but that wasn't my decision. It didn't matter. It was beautiful, it was frightening. I undressed hurriedly and stood naked before my mistress who still sat kneeling on the floor.

I was embarrassed. I felt fat. I felt pale. I felt like my body looked ugly and awkward compared to hers. I stood in silence. I thought I should sit down but she hadn't told me to, had she?

"You are such a beautiful little slut!" she praised. I was shocked with the tone in her voice. Rather than cool and confident she was excited. She doted on me. "I wish my tits looked that good. Brain, look at my new slut, isn't she beautiful?!" She stood and moved around me. She touched me, her hands ran over my arm, over my shoulders. She stroked my nipple only briefly and it caused a lightning bolt to shoot through my body. I wondered if sparks had flown out of my pussy. She sat in the chair now, just looking at me. I grinned. "Slave, fetch me the black rain coat."

"Yes, Mistress." He moved almost silently.

"Now, my little slut," Cold and commanding again, "I know your pussy aches, doesn't it."

Trembling now, "Yes it does, Mistress."

Handing me a black trench coat style jacket she continued her instructions. "I want you to go home and fuck your husband till he can't get hard again. Just keep fucking him till he is spent. I don't care if it takes you all night."

"Yes mistress." Oops. I had smiled greedily when she had told me this.

"You will get more instructions later but for now, know you aren't to look me in the eye unless told. Keep your eyes to the floor like a good slave. Do you understand, Slut?"

"Yes, Mistress." My name would be slut.

At home I did what she told me to. You still talk about that night, how I came home wearing only a coat. How you were upset when you saw. How you only got more upset until I took you there on the living room floor. We set our record that night with 6, the last one coming when the sun was starting to slip in the window.

I'm sure you know now it didn't stop that night, that things had only started.

The next week was hard for me. She called me that next morning. The night before, submission had been easy. I was horny. I was a little slut excited to do what I was told. When she called the next morning and asked how her new little slut was, I giggled. I called her Dee'. When she told me she was disappointed I think I just shrugged it off. She had assigned me punishment. I was to go to the adult store on the way home and pick up a riding crop. I of course just blew it off. The next morning she called again. I was having a rough morning. Your daughter had fought me tooth and nail and your son had done nothing but cry. I told her I couldn't play along, I wasn't in the mood. She didn't call again for another day. Finally I thought I was done with all this silliness. That's when she sent me the email.

Submission was about sex, true, but it was about so much more. She told me about how it was something I needed to embrace and take seriously. She told me how she knew me and loved me as a friend. She told me how much fun it would be. It was really too much for the morning and I replied I guess this just isn't really for me. I really didn't think about it further. I was tired and cranky and irritated.

But it didn't go away. It was as if having her walk away made me need it more. By Friday it was all I could think about. I called her.

"Hello?" "Mistress?" I was unsure, if I was calling her, how did I address her.

"I thought we had decided against that." Her voice was not the cool confidence it had been. It was cold and distant.

"I can't stop thinking about it."

"You will have to me punished." One sentence in that voice, her mistress voice, and I felt it all over again. It was like she was talking directly to my pussy.

"Yes, Mistress. I know."

"Oh, my poor sweet little slut. You are so new. I had really hoped to break you in so much more slowly."

My heart raced. "Yes, mistress, I know."

"You have so much to learn. You have displeased me."

"Yes Mistress, I will please you." As I said it, the images raced through my mind. What would she have me do? How would she have me please her? I will admit. It was all about sex and all of it excited me. I was her slut. It didn't matter what she wanted me to do. I would do it. I was a good slut, I would show her.

I am contradicting myself. I am sitting here making my confession and telling you that this is all about sex and that it just isn't about sex at the same time. I wish I could reconcile that in my own head. I can think about that morning when I thought about all the different ways she could punish me. You know me better than anyone. You know I have never thought about having sex with a woman. It doesn't excite me in any way. Yet there I was, my panties soaking wet thinking about having to go down on Deanna, having to please her. I don't understand it myself. I guess that is part of my confession. I confess I don't understand why I am excited by this but confess that it totally excites me.

I really can't get out of the office at lunch. It is a frustrating little part of my job. I was, however between a rock and a hard place. I had reached out to her and asked her to take me back. She was quite clear about my punishment. I was to be at her house at noon. It was ten o'clock, only two hours away. She had assured me I would be back to work. It stressed me, the thought of being late. The stress was exciting in its own way. Luckily she lived close to my office.

(I've spent two days describing my punishment in every detail but it is as long as everything I have written above. I don't want my confession to just become a dirty story so I have cut this down as much as possible.)

I arrived at her house. A post-it note instructed me to come inside to the bedroom. I did as instructed. I walked in to find her sitting in the small arm chair. She was dressed in the full dominatrix regalia. I have described to you how Deanna struck me as more beautiful naked than I had ever seen her. Sitting in front of me, she was simply sexy. I had never seen her wear make-up like this and it made her strikingly beautiful. She stood and came to me. In knee length high heel boots she stood as tall as you do. She wore garters and stockings. She wore a corset. She didn't wear panties. I tried not to look at her bare shaved pussy. I was almost certain I knew what pleasing her would mean.

Standing close to me she addressed me in that voice. Fuck, I wonder, does this all just come down to that voice. "Take off your clothes; I want to see my hot little slut."

I did as I was told. I was just wearing jeans and a tee and I stripped down quickly. Again, standing naked with her there made me feel fat and ugly and awkward. I held my arms around myself in modestly and it drew a short quick slap to my ass. She had used a riding crop like the one she had told me to get. I felt the sting. It was sharper than a spanking with a hand.

"You are so fucking hot!" she praised me. I liked it. 

Then she touched me. Her hands moved over my body. She was firm. She slapped my ass. She tugged at my nipples and my knees nearly buckled. I closed my eyes. Looking back on it, I was not comfortable with her touch but it was not as disturbing as I might have thought. "If only we had more time." She told me. "As I told you, I wanted to break you in slowly. I am so sorry that you have to be punished." She stood right in front of me. I kept my eyes down. I was staring straight into her cleavage.

"I am very sorry mistress."

Fuck, I know. I said I would keep this short. Okay. She moved me to the bed. She had me get on my hands and knees. She slapped my ass again and I remember thinking the spanking would be my punishment. 

Then she came around the bed and leaned in to my ear. She whispered at me. My safe word was "asparagus." And she asked me not to use it.

She lubed my pussy. She lubed my ass. I think I cried. She worked me over with her fingers. It felt like hours. I was mortified. I was delirious. I came so hard I did cry. I know I have told you I don't like it in my ass. I know you have never even asked for it. Maybe that's why. She didn't ask. She just took me. 

She left me panting on the bed, my ass still up in the air. I wasn't moving until she told me to. My pussy was a quivering mess. My clit was still warm from her touch; I felt the lube clinging to my ass. I wanted her to come back and do it more.

She came back wrapped in a towel, she had undressed. "You can get dressed, my sweet slut."

Did I mention I wanted her back inside me again?

I got dressed. I had to hurry but I would be on time. I was at the door when she came to me again, sans towel now. "Are you going to behave?"

Concentrating on the ground, "Yes, Mistress."

"I would like that. I would much rather reward than punish." She kissed me. It was long and slow. It was far more firm than I ever imagined it would be. It was totally lesbian and creepy. It was disturbing. Of course I didn't stop either. I kissed her back and touched her naked back. I didn't want to leave but I wanted to run away. I didn't want to touch a naked woman but I wanted her to be inside me again. 

I drove back to work wondering when she would call again. I wondered if I should call her. I was more prepared now. Even if she called in the morning, I would be ready. I would address my mistress properly.

I know this is insane. I am sitting here confessing to my affair. I don't feel like it was an affair. I hope you don't hate me.

I guess I never thought about it like that. I mean, that very weekend when she called with instructions they were about you. She gave me 30 minutes to suck you off. I told her you don't usually cum for me. She hoped you would because she didn't want to punish me. 

Yes, she punished me that week. It wasn't as severe as the last time. My punishment was to sit naked at the foot of the bed and watch her. She had her slave there and she sucked his dick. She showed me how to deep throat him. She showed me how to work his balls. She showed me that trick where I turn my hand around your shaft. She showed me how to blow you.

Her instructions so often involved you that I think I just kinda thought of you as a part of this the whole time. Remember when we went to dinner with them and I took you off into the bathroom and did you. That was on her instruction.




A Confession to My Husband



I know I am just justifying myself. I would suppose a new blow job technique doesn't make up for the afternoons I told you I was going to the movies when really I was going over to her house. So yes, I confess. It doesn't happen every time, but I have gone down on her. It was a distressing punishment at first but eventually I learned to please my mistress. I learned why you like eating me out like you do. There is something special about making a woman come. It is more of an accomplishment I guess. It's like discovering a mystery.

I still don't think of myself as bisexual. I don't get excited at the idea of having sex with a woman. 

I confess again. I am lying. I do get excited about sex with my mistress. I want her to please me. I want to please her.

I guess I am done. I don't really know what more I can confess. I am sorry. I really hope you don't hate me. I hope you can understand a little. I read through this myself and I have to admit, I don't think I explained myself very well. Maybe I will think of some other, better way to explain this some day and then actually share this with you.

All my love for you,

Always,

Your Wife.