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Authors: Karen Knightley
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to make him ejaculate, and especially the humiliating aspect of it.
I left Nate’s feeling strangely about the encounter, and not only because Nate was just a weirdo masochist. But the idea that Nate tolerated me doing pretty much anything, while asking nothing from me, seemed to provoke my intellect. What really makes something unacceptable to society…to me?
**
I also relapsed with Dwayne, suffering through a bizarre 30-minute apology phone call, in which Dwayne declared he was ready to get “serious” with me and change his womanizing ways. I pretended to believe him, as usual. And let him take me to dinner and pour on the smooth talk. He brought me back to my place, eager for me to please him. The only thing about Dwayne is that he was such a predictable lover, even if he was good.
After tasting his cock and teasing him for a good fifteen minutes, he was ready for more doggy style.
“On your knees, baby!” he sung out, naked from head to toe and ready to finish up. So I decided to blow his mind, as well as his body, and give him something brand new, since this still was the Mission of Yes. I just decided to make it a Mission of Yes for them too.
“You stay on your knees,” I said. “I want to get some lube…” I said, getting off the bed and telling Dwayne to remain in place.
“Better hurry up! I’m ready to explode with or without you.”
I waited until he turned his head back to the front and then snuck up behind him. I quickly inserted my latex-covered, lubed up finger into his asshole and found his prostate.
Hearing Dwayne scream like a baby was hilarious, but I couldn’t stop to laugh. Time was limited and I only had a few seconds to finish him off. I rubbed his prostate massage just as hard as he knew how to fire up my G-spot. Dwayne flipped out at first, but the longer he realized I wasn’t going to stop, the more he realized he liked it.
“Oh my shittt…wh-what are you doing to me?”
“Want me to stop?” I asked, still milking his prostate and feeling his whole body shudder.
“N-N-Noooo! Keep…going! Whatever the hell you’re doing…I like it!” he said, as his whole body rocked back and forth and shook in orgasmic terror.
Making Dwayne come like a bitch was pretty amazing, and it almost made me feel good about myself again. But as much fun as it was visiting old lovers and taking two steps back, something just wasn’t right.
I wasn’t progressive. I was regressing. And who else but Brody, the sex teacher extraordinaire, to remind me of this.
I met Brody in his private office at work, after he agreed to give me five minutes of his time.
He seemed miffed that I even dared to come to see him, since he officially ended our fling. “I told you it was over. What do you want from me?”
“You know, technically, this was all your fault.”
“Me? Why?”
“Because, you ruined my perfectly good relationship.”
“No, I didn’t,” he said sorely. “I offered you opportunity. You took it. It was all your doing. And subconsciously, it’s what you wanted anyway. You just needed a reason, an excuse, to cheat on your great guy. Because you don’t stability. You don’t want normal, do you?”
I pondered the thought and Brody expounded further. “Your decisions have changed you forever, Regina. You can no longer look at life the same way and expect to make the same decisions. Your corruption, your loss of innocence has changed the very essence of the person that you are.”
“Fine. If you say so.” I smiled and begin touching his hand. “Now…I want you to do that again. What you did back in my apartment. Want to invade my place again and take me by force?”
He laughed weakly. “You know, I’m really not feeling it anymore.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Before, it was like I had no interest in you at all. Then you became unattainable.
I left Nate’s feeling strangely about the encounter, and not only because Nate was just a weirdo masochist. But the idea that Nate tolerated me doing pretty much anything, while asking nothing from me, seemed to provoke my intellect. What really makes something unacceptable to society…to me?
**
I also relapsed with Dwayne, suffering through a bizarre 30-minute apology phone call, in which Dwayne declared he was ready to get “serious” with me and change his womanizing ways. I pretended to believe him, as usual. And let him take me to dinner and pour on the smooth talk. He brought me back to my place, eager for me to please him. The only thing about Dwayne is that he was such a predictable lover, even if he was good.
After tasting his cock and teasing him for a good fifteen minutes, he was ready for more doggy style.
“On your knees, baby!” he sung out, naked from head to toe and ready to finish up. So I decided to blow his mind, as well as his body, and give him something brand new, since this still was the Mission of Yes. I just decided to make it a Mission of Yes for them too.
“You stay on your knees,” I said. “I want to get some lube…” I said, getting off the bed and telling Dwayne to remain in place.
“Better hurry up! I’m ready to explode with or without you.”
I waited until he turned his head back to the front and then snuck up behind him. I quickly inserted my latex-covered, lubed up finger into his asshole and found his prostate.
Hearing Dwayne scream like a baby was hilarious, but I couldn’t stop to laugh. Time was limited and I only had a few seconds to finish him off. I rubbed his prostate massage just as hard as he knew how to fire up my G-spot. Dwayne flipped out at first, but the longer he realized I wasn’t going to stop, the more he realized he liked it.
“Oh my shittt…wh-what are you doing to me?”
“Want me to stop?” I asked, still milking his prostate and feeling his whole body shudder.
“N-N-Noooo! Keep…going! Whatever the hell you’re doing…I like it!” he said, as his whole body rocked back and forth and shook in orgasmic terror.
Making Dwayne come like a bitch was pretty amazing, and it almost made me feel good about myself again. But as much fun as it was visiting old lovers and taking two steps back, something just wasn’t right.
I wasn’t progressive. I was regressing. And who else but Brody, the sex teacher extraordinaire, to remind me of this.
I met Brody in his private office at work, after he agreed to give me five minutes of his time.
He seemed miffed that I even dared to come to see him, since he officially ended our fling. “I told you it was over. What do you want from me?”
“You know, technically, this was all your fault.”
“Me? Why?”
“Because, you ruined my perfectly good relationship.”
“No, I didn’t,” he said sorely. “I offered you opportunity. You took it. It was all your doing. And subconsciously, it’s what you wanted anyway. You just needed a reason, an excuse, to cheat on your great guy. Because you don’t stability. You don’t want normal, do you?”
I pondered the thought and Brody expounded further. “Your decisions have changed you forever, Regina. You can no longer look at life the same way and expect to make the same decisions. Your corruption, your loss of innocence has changed the very essence of the person that you are.”
“Fine. If you say so.” I smiled and begin touching his hand. “Now…I want you to do that again. What you did back in my apartment. Want to invade my place again and take me by force?”
He laughed weakly. “You know, I’m really not feeling it anymore.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Before, it was like I had no interest in you at all. Then you became unattainable.
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