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Samantha speaks: Well darling, when I was just a kid I was dominated by this older girl. We were meant to be reading books in my bedroom, but instead she grabbed me by the hair and was pushing pillows into my face. I was all hot and flustered, to say the least! We did it in the afternoons before thunderstorms. She'd hold me down inside the sheets like I was wrapped up inside a cocoon. My arms would be wedged behind my back, and she'd be rubbing her body against mine. We were both fully clothed. To this day I love my naked clitoris rubbed along a good pair of rough denims. It was a similar situation regarding that physical education teacher from Essendon in Victoria who came into the parlour that time.
He was a dry fuck too. He just wanted to keep his jeans on and rub himself up and down my frilly panties until he came in his jeans. He asked, 'Do you know why I'm doing this?' I said, 'Sweetie, it's simply like when two people date in their adolescence and they want to screw but they can't!' 'Exactly,' he said. It was the sensation of suffocation that really got me off with this older girl. At the time I didn't understand what was going on, only that it was exciting and interwoven with death and costume. She said, 'I'm a spider and you're a little grub just waiting to be eaten up! I guess I'm still a little grub in some ways and I'm thinking that the only relief may be the hard-earned mercy of B & D.
Roxanne speaks: Nikita had gotten incredibly down inside herself. She locked the cats out. Her body was twinging for sex. Her sandy blonde hair stuck to her neck as she arched like a seahorse. She knew what her body required during ovulation. This included enough room within the imagination for a couple of ex-lovers and appropriate sound effects. Soon the whole bed began to bounce around, her bum up to the mirror. She preferred the relationships that had ended tragically, or those that she had unresolved issues with. She used scarves and tennis balls wrapped in scarves, accompanied by the plush pink octopus that she perpetually and rhythmically drove down into the sea with her movements.
None of her toys had begun to speak, so she interpreted what they said with their eyes. Toys often have the weirdest things going on in their eyes, like they have been on the journey that sent them crazy and now they have come back to warn you of their strange experiences. Toys took all the wrong turn-offs, but now they aided Nikita in fixing herself up. After many years of fearing she had solved the riddle, Nikita was thinking to herself, is that all there is to it? It's so simple. She wondered why she hadn't been told about it by anyone before. As she came she said, 'why do you hate me?' It was this spontaneous voice that kind of chirped out, like a half-grown bird suddenly needing food after the adults had flown. Now that her body was satisfied, the hormones shifted back into a position of rest. She looked into the room and immediately there was calm. After she had fucked herself, she didn't need anyone.
Nikita speaks: It's always best to masturbate before you go out. Then at least your horny attitude doesn't drive you to try to tolerate the freaks. I met this conservative looking guy who had gone to the dungeons, where he liked his cock and balls strapped into a medieval uniform, the hard crack of the black leather whip on his arse, and the string sliding off along his arsehole as he bent down low to eat the cat food at the mistress's foot. 'If any of that shit falls on my shoe, slave, you'll be licking it off!' Some of that food was putrid. Even the cat had snubbed it the night before, but he had to eat it all up until his erection was huge and worth punishment. He knew that right after he ate all that catfood, the next treatment would be the stiletto crushing his scrotum. He was often very frightened to take this lesson to its next step, not knowing whether he would ejaculate or survive it with his erection still intact.
He always arrived late so that the next mistress would slog it to him, right in the face as he walked through the door. He'd even pay a regular hooker good money if she'd just whack him a few times or allow him to worship her body. 'I'm not having any of that body-worshipping shit around me,' said Jackie. 'It gives me the fucking creeps. Sick bastards.' Roxanne was quiet. Sometimes she wondered if she was too loving and considerate. 'Call me an idiot, but I still haven't given up on the world,' she said. Yet it seems that wrongdoing is often worth more, perhaps even more tempting. Meanwhile Roxy preferred to do those little extras for her clients, even the brand-new ones whom she didn't know. She liked to pour them a good whisky and scrub down their backs with a brush after the booking. 'That's 'cause you're sweet, sensual and sophisticated,' said Nikita. 'Sharlena just gives 'em what they want.' 'No,' said Sharlena, 'it's what they deserve. Dirty little slaves.' |
