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Shooting the Ocean 

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She stood on the boardwalk at Jones Beach State Park. She couldn’t believe her luck. A single week ago, she had graduated college and now her feet were standing on a beach. She watched the sunset with the Atlantic rising majestically to pummel the sand as waves crashed down with the rush and sound of fulfillment. It’s something akin to a sadistic mating dance, she thought.

 

Jasper began shooting the ocean and wondering how much these two elements must love one another. She watched dark, powerful ocean slap the sand sadistically, chasing earth inland in wild pursuit, only to pull a fraction of earth back to sea in enticing, seductive retreat. Its intimate give and take, and an eternal exchange of energy. Nothing can ever end this, she mused excitedly.

Standing alone in the moonlight, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized that shooting the ocean made her nothing shy of an intrusive voyeur. Jasper rolled her eyes at herself, ugh, the worst kind.

 

She’d caught many shots that were much more than just the wildness of Mother Nature. These are unique, one-of-a- kind photos with an intense, sensual point of view, she told herself, not like the repetitive National Geographic Magazine, she grinned lost in thought. Then Jasper hugged her camera and did a small, celebratory jump-twist.

 

It was as if the wide-angle lens of innocent curiosity lead her to stumble upon lecherous lovers thought hidden. Jasper knew she should leave but froze in fascination. She knew these photos would be rewarded handsomely, as certainly as she knew that cashing her paycheck would feel too similar to walking away from a John and tucking his money into her thigh-high boot.

 

Nonetheless, she couldn’t let it dampen her spirits. She was ecstatic knowing these shots would ‘make her’. These photos would be the beginning of a stellar reputation and career. She ran for the boardwalk anxious to tuck her equipment safely into a photography bag.

 

Jasper returned to the stairs below the boardwalk, bent down to retrieve her shoes and found herself looking into piercing, ice blue eyes as a scream welled up in her throat.

 

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Half A World Away

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Ava knew that he was surrounded by photos he had enlarged to grace the elegant walls of his home. He had been to everyplace she could see in the paintings and pictures behind him. She also knew there were scads of women who would kill to be his girlfriend, his lover, or even just the recipient of his attention for a short while. Most of all, Ava knew she was one of the many… but, perhaps, a special one to Master Kane.

 

They used Skype almost every night. Though he was half a world away, she wanted to know everything about the personal world he lived in, and wished to re-experience Piccadilly and its shops with him. Once, he had lifted the camera to show her the view from his window. The neon signs and lights had her mesmerized and longing to be there.

 

They met at Shaftesbury Monument Memorial Fountain. She was unaware that she was the subject of several photos he took that day, and had no clue about what he longed to do to her then and there. He had mailed her the photos just today; their one year anniversary of meeting.

 

They met when Ava was in Westminster on vacation. While she had always known that her’s was a submissive nature, she knew nothing of the BDSM world. Over the past year, Master Kane had shown, and taken Ava to, places she had never dreamed existed, but the place she liked best was in his arms. Still, she admitted to herself that subspace had been one worth revisiting over and over as well.

 

Though he had introduced himself as Dillon Kane, he was Master since their first night together. He had made it clear that theirs would be a Dominant/submissive relationship. She definitely hadn’t expected to be wearing his collar, but he had collared her in their first week together. Ava was fascinated by all of it, her surroundings, the sounds and smells, every emotion he awakened in her, until she had made the mistake of calling him Dillon.

 

He had arched one brow, ordered her over his knee, and hiked up her skirt without ceremony. Then he grabbed her red, plastic hairbrush and spanked her until her bottom nearly matched the hairbrush. Even as tears fell, Ava was filled with a heat that rushed from her cheeks to her center, making her beg for orgasm.

 

Master Kane had toyed with her then, dragging the flat side of the brush over her burning ass cheeks, making her wait and wonder while he asked,
“What do you call me, my sweet sub?”

 

“Master,” she whimpered, “Master Kane!”

 

Slowly he caressed the inside of her thighs until his fingers found her wetness. He drove his fingers into her with one hand, while the other smacked her red cheeks hard with the brush. Then he wound an arm around her waist to bring her down from tiptoes as he drove into her tightness more deeply. Finally, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. They made passionate, incredible love all night long.

 

Ava sighed, picturing the disappointment she had seen in his eyes that night. She set up her camera and adjusted the Skype settings, knowing that she would give anything to even just have that single night back again.

 

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Anything You Desire

Anything You Desire

 

Car Sex

I knew that I should have left the house sooner but didn’t count on my neighbor, Tina, stopping by for a “short visit.” She just kept talking, no matter how many times I told her that I had to go! Now I’m stuck in traffic on the highway and I don’t want to miss your train. You’ve been away on business for months and I can’t be late. I am gripping the wheel frantically, as my fingernails dig into my palms,

“Damn the luck! Damn you, Tina,” I curse under my breath.

Finally, traffic is moving again and all I can think of is being in your arms, and all the ways that you will possess me this afternoon, unless I am too late to pick you up. Driving maniacally, I weave in and out of cars, standing on the accelerator, swearing that I’m not going to miss you today.

Maneuvering the car into a parking spot, I jump from behind the wheel, not bothering to lock it, and run for the station. Moving with panther stealth, I cut a path through the crowd on the platform while I search for your handsome face. Then I heave a sigh of relief when I see that your train is just pulling into the station.

“Amen and hallelujah,” I mutter to myself, while scanning the dark corners of this packed station, hoping that we can find some immediate privacy somewhere nearby. I’ve been waiting so long for this visit and, at last, I see you step from the train!

Bolting from the spot where I stood, I leap into your arms, wrapping my arms and legs around you. Then I kiss you with a furious passion that I didn’t know I had in me. With a knowing smile, you set me back on my feet, put your arm around my waist, and steer me towards the parking lot.

Upon arriving at the car, you spin me around forcefully and pin me against the car door, before I even realize what you’ve done. Pulling me fully against you, in an embrace that spoke of your deep longing, you crush your lips to mine in a kiss that seems to last forever and yet, not nearly long enough.

Already, I can feel your granite-hard need against my thigh and I’m more ready than I’ve ever been, but then you suddenly tear yourself away. It nearly causes me physical pain to break away from you now, but I can tell you have a plan.

In one fluid movement, you pull the car door open and push me face-first over the seat, nudging my legs apart with your knee. With only a word, you issue a soft command,

“Stay.”

I want to obey, but my nerves get the better of me and I can’t help trying to steal glances over my shoulder. My mind is racing, “What if someone should pass by close enough to see us… or hear?” Again, I attempt to peek out the windows, but I dare not raise my head high enough to see. You already know how uneasy I’m feeling, but you have waited too long for this and I know that you won’t stop now.

Then you swiftly pull my dress up over my ass. I am nervous but keep quiet, as I’d already promised to do anything you desire; to obey with complete and utter trust. Too, I know that we have both been in need of this for far too long.

Once you have slowed, to take your time looking me over, bent over at your will, I hear you unzip your pants. I squeeze my eyes shut, praying that no one will walk by, as you plunge your thick erection deeply into my fiery cunt; all the way in until your balls slam into my ass. I gasp, sucking my breath in hard, to stop myself from crying out. Then you slowly pull back, until my tight, wet cunt is clinging to just the head of your long, firm cock. Then you begin a rhythm, pushing in and out, agonizingly slowly, really meaning to test the very limit of my word.

Small whimpers escape and fill the air, telling you of my longing, and my overwhelming pleasure; my craving finally fulfilled. You thrust hard and deep, bringing your hand down hard against my ass cheek time and again.

I am almost breathless from our mutual lust and, for just a moment, I forget where we are.

“More!” I cry out as I let your spanking set me aflame with an electric heat that begins at my ass and flows all the way down to my ultimate desire; crackling deep inside my tightening cunt. Then your deep tone cut into my thoughts,

“My girl likes to be spanked, doesn’t she?”

With that, you fucked me hard, fast, and deep; keeping one hand at my waist to steady me and the other cracking my ass harder and faster. I feel you thickening length inside me, growing even harder, and I can tell that you are close. But your voice brings me back to full consciousness, reminding me of our precarious location and I cling to my embarrassment in silence.

“Admit it,” you demanded, “You like to be spanked, don’t you?”

“okay! I admit it! Just don’t stop!” I retorted with a heated, desperate cry.

Then I realize that I am begging you, as I have never done with anyone before, but I cannot help myself. Right now, I don’t even recognize myself, but hardly care anymore.

You slam into me hard again and then you give me long, even strokes, all the way in and out; slowly, sensually, and then hard and fast, gaining momentum while you pusher deeper with every stroke. My soaking wet pussy is clutching your manhood and I can feel my own wetness on my thighs as you pull your cock away from me.

“Huh? Wha..? No!” I began, stunned that you were able stop at the moment.

I’m so lost that I’m pleading with and begging you, but my pleas fall upon deaf ears as you deftly pull down the zipper at the back of my dress. Then you turn me slightly, to slide the dress from my frame, only to find that I’ve worn nothing beneath it.

“Ohhh myyyy, Lil Bit!” I can tell that you’re completely astounded and extremely impressed.

You can’t believe that I’ve been brazen enough to arrive in just a flimsy little sundress and nothing more. My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment that you have discovered my secret. In my haste to dress quickly, I decided that no one would be the wiser if I just didn’t wear my panties and bra. With crimson cheeks, I wait until you lie atop me and then bury my face in your chest.

Sliding your still hard cock into me again, you begin a long slow rhythm; fucking me so deeply, so slowly, forcing me to just lay there and take it; take everything you wish to do to me, everything you desire, in this too public parking lot. Small cries escape me but you have no mercy for me, while you’re forcing me to endure this sweet torture for such a long time.

Finally, neither one of us can stand anymore. You begin to pummel me in a fast frenzy as your full, tight balls slap my ass. I want to scream my pleasure right out loud as my pussy explodes in unbearable, blinding, release; with my cunt throbbing hard around your thick girth, as your pulsing length spills your seed deep inside of me.

At last, you collapse against my back and hold me tightly. I’m smiling to myself, almost giddy in knowing that you’ve finally given me what I’ve been craving for months, that I have kept my promise faithfully, and that I’ve more than pleased you too.

After a long moment, I let you pull me up, help me to slip my dress back on, smooth it back into place, and hug me to you with a long, promising kiss. Then you quickly deposit me into the passenger seat and slide behind the wheel. Then, for a brief moment, we lock eyes in silent understanding.

Finally, you pull the car from the parking spot and head for the nearest hotel. Home is just too far away right now, but I know we will get there eventually. I trust you to take me wherever you wish, and I’ll go there with you willingly.

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Fiona made a conscious choice, “So why am I questioning it now,” she wondered, “I wanted a break from being strong. Didn’t I?”

 

Sir Dante’s voice came through the door, slicing through her thoughts and striking her soul, “Bend over more. This is the last time you go out drinking and forget to call me. I was worried sick, Fiona.”

 

She bent gripping the edge of the bed, feeling guilty and completely out of her element. “I run a friggin’ company. I give orders to men,” she warred with herself, “and I never thought he would actually… Ouch! Fucking hell! God damn it,” Fiona screamed as the crop landed sharply, scoring her perfect ass.

 

He took a seat, dragging her over his knee by her hair and slid his hand between her thighs. She was soaking wet. Dante smiled in the darkness, “Repeat after me, “I will not fail you again, Sir. I surrender.”

 

Fiona hesitated, uncertain if she wanted to cry, slap him hard, or beg for more. “I will n, not, ohhh, owww…shit,” she paused to rub her scorched bottom. He wrenched her hand behind her, whipped her again, and snaked two fingers into her wetness. She stumbled over the words while he enjoyed tormenting her. One more fall of the crop made her she scream them loudly.

 

Dante held her closely then, kissing away her tears. They made love like never before. Her words were no longer forced. Fiona repeated them like a magical incantation, whispering, “I surrender,” until climax forced their surrender to each other.

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