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My name is Jeff, and my wife’s name is Liz. We’ve been married about twenty years, and our life together has been happy and satisfying, especially in the bedroom. Early in our marriage, we discovered that Lizzie’s submissive tendencies matched perfectly to my dominant tendencies, and since then our bed has seen Lizzie bound and spanked more times than I can count.
And unlike many women, Lizzie didn’t take a lot of persuading to try anal sex – just a lubed finger probing her ass when I was licking her delicious pussy. She probably doesn’t enjoy getting fucked in the ass as much as I like fucking her ass, because that would be just about impossible – it is always mind-bogglingly and balls-emptyingly intense.
We had never been shy about sharing fantasies, and we both enjoyed teasing the other with wicked stories in the bedroom. My greatest fantasy – which she’d be happy to describe, but wouldn’t indulge – would be to watch her submit and have sex with another man, or a group of men. Her fantasies – at least the ones that I knew about -- revolved around prolonged submission, control, forced exhibitionism and orgasm denial.
So all in all, life was good. My full-time work with a state agency, combined with her part-time salary as a free-lance writer, gave us a comfortable, though not extravagant, lifestyle in northern California.
Like I said, I thought I knew my wife’s fantasies well. That is, until one day last spring, when I stumbled onto something I never would have guessed.
When I got home from work, I found a note from Liz saying the computer was being ornery, and could I take a look at it. She said she’d be back from running errands with the boys around dinner time.
I powered up the computer and quickly saw what Liz was referring to. I guessed – correctly – that the computer had been infected with spyware. I updated our anti-spyware software, then scanned the machine – sure enough, the software found the bug, quarantined it and deleted it.
Somewhat curious as to how the machine had become infected, I opened up the browser history, and saw the name of a P2P music swapping site that I dimly remembered reading about. I guessed one of our sons had been trying to load up his iPod on the cheap, and made a mental note to talk to him about it.
It was then I noticed another set of sites in the browser history. I don’t remember what prompted me to click on it, but when the browser opened, I saw it was an erotic story site, with a prominent drawing of a woman being spit-roasted over a barbecue pit. Concerned that my son would be looking for material like this, I checked the time that the site was visited, and saw that it had been while the boys were in school.
Lizzie was looking at stuff like this? I thought in disbelief. We had both found erotic story sites that we enjoyed but this?
I found a story that she had read, and quickly skimmed through it – it apparently was about a world where some women were slaves, and some of those slaves were selected for roasting. While the subject matter still struck me as extreme, I couldn’t deny that the writer had a certain gift for making the scenes very tense and erotic.
I read one or two of the other stories, finding myself aroused by the thought of apparently discovering Lizzie’s “guilty pleasure,” when I heard the kitchen door open and close. I powered down the computer and went to the kitchen to catch up on the day with my family.
Over the next several weeks, I’d check the browser history every couple of days – when Lizzie was in the shower or out running errands. She didn’t visit the sites every day, perhaps two or three times a week. A couple of times, I noticed that she had initiated sex when we went to bed, after reading stories that day on the web. I also noticed that her orgasms seemed to be unusually intense. She seemed to always gravitate to a small number of authors, and a set of cartoonish, illustrated stories by an artist named Dolcett.
After getting over the shock of her fantasies, I decided to use them to have a little fun.
When school let out in June, our sons typically spent a couple of weeks at a cousin’s farm in Idaho. They enjoyed the time riding and practicing their marksmanship, and Liz and I enjoyed the “temporary empty nest” time. That afternoon, after dropping the boys off at the airport, I suggested that instead of going out for a nice dinner – something we usually did on our first “empty nest” night – that we stay home instead, and I’d grill a couple of nice steaks on our patio.
After a moment’s reluctance, Liz agreed, and we stopped at a butcher shop to pick up the meat. We also dropped in on a liquor store, where I bought a couple of bottles of Liz’s favorite wine.
It was a beautiful late afternoon, and I went out to our patio to light up the grill. I should add that our home is in the interior of California, where real estate isn’t as crazy as on the coast, so we were able to afford a spacious, wooded lot that gave us considerable privacy – privacy that we had put to good sexual use before, and would again tonight.
As I adjusted the temperature on the grill, Lizzie brought out the steaks on a platter. I smiled as I looked at her, placing the platter next to the grill. Taking her in my arms, I gave her a long, deep, sensuous kiss.
“You know what I’d really like tonight?” I whispered in her ear.
“The same thing you want every time the boys go to my brother’s place?” Lizzie responded playfully.
“Mmmm, that too,” I said. “But I’d like to start a little earlier. Like now,” I said, nuzzling her neck and cupping one of her ample breasts in my hand.
“Don’t we have to eat dinner first?” she teased. Oh, if she only knew what was in store for her tonight, I thought to myself, smiling.
I held her tightly, and whispered in her ear, in my firmest, dominant voice.
“You will go upstairs and change into your black, lacy thong and bra. You will wear that – and only that -- while you prepare the veggies and fruit, and bring them out here so we can eat on the patio. Understand?”
I could feel her heart pound, and noticed that her breathing had become more shallow. “Yes…I…I understand,” she said. She turned and walked into the house. I followed her, admiring her ass. She went to the bedroom, and I went to the kitchen to uncork the first bottle of wine. I poured the wine, then ducked into the pantry, where I pocketed a couple of items that I had hidden there earlier in the day.
I lingered in the kitchen, sipping my glass of wine, until Lizzie somewhat shyly stepped into the kitchen. The lingerie beautifully accentuated her curves – her breasts, her round ass, her long legs. I walked to her and handed her a glass of wine. “Just the way I like it,” I said, squeezing one of her breasts. “Mmmm, you look good enough to eat,” I said casually, hoping the comment would stoke the fires of her “secret” fantasies.
I pointed to a couple of apples and pears on a cutting board. “Here, I’ll help you with the fruit,” I said, moving behind her and pressing my cock against her ass. Part of me was sorely tempted to just skip the build-up and to bend her over the kitchen table and take her ass, but as I felt her breathing become more rapid as I nibbled on her neck, I restrained my eagerness, hopeful instead that I would be able to stage an evening that would result in some very, very energetic sex.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I held her hand as it picked up a knife, and slowly, we cut through an apple, slowly slicing it into pieces. I kissed her neck, and pushed hard against her ass.
“You’re so vulnerable like this, Lizzie,” I whispered, using one of her favorite hot-button words. “Almost naked, standing here…I could just take this knife…” I slowly raised it to the center of her bra, and slowly sawed at the clasp before pulling the knife away. I saw her cheeks flush with excitement.
“Jeff, I…I am getting so turned on,” she whispered anxiously, turning to me and kissing me deeply. “That’s good,” I whispered in reply. “We’ll keep that little fire burning for a long time before we quench it.”
I offered her the glass of wine I had poured for her, and put my arm around her naked waist. “Let’s go start the meat, shall we?”
She stepped hesitantly onto the patio, wearing nothing but lingerie. I held her hand as I opened the cover of the grill, letting out a huge surge of superheated air. I gave her another kiss, as I unwrapped the steaks and put them on the grill, the loud sizzle seeming to hypnotize my aroused bride.
I made her take another sip of wine, then kissed her slowly and sensuously. “It must be a cave man thing,” I whispered, “but there’s something about the sound of quality meat cooking on an open flame that really gets me going,” I said as I cupped one of her breasts in my hand. I slowly let my hand drift down her stomach, and inside her thong where my fingers teased around the edge of her pubic hair.
“I…I think I know what you mean,” she panted, her eyes closed. My mind raced, wondering what she was imagining.
We kissed again for a long moment, this time my hands drifting down her back to squeeze and caress her ass. I broke away to turn the steaks, causing orange and yellow flames to momentarily flare from the juices dripping off the meat.
I took her in my arms again, and nibbled my way up her neck to her ear.
“Do you fantasize about being roasted, Lizzie?” I asked.
“Uh, I…well, of course not, Jeff, I…I’d never fantasize about…about something like that” she replied weakly, stammering, but I could feel her heart race. I let a long silence hang in the air.
“I saw the web sites you’re visiting while I’m at work, Lizzie.”
“Oh Jeff, please….” she said, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment at my discovery. I drove my tongue into her mouth again, hoping to convey that I didn’t ask the question to condemn her fantasies, but rather to explore them.
“I…it’s just something…I…I can’t really explain it,” she mumbled again, “it’s…it’s just an idea that’s always turned me on.”
I gave her ass a squeeze. “And now,” I said with a smile, “it can turn both of us on.” I saw a look of curiosity and relief cross her face.
“R…really?” she asked in surprise. “You get turned on by that idea too?”
“I’ll admit I was a little shocked at first but after reading some of the stories you’re reading, well…I’ll just let tonight speak for me.”
Lizzie managed a small smile. I pulled a blindfold from my pocket, and secured it around her eyes, then walked behind her and pulled out a small length of rope from my other pocket. I quickly tied her wrists together behind her back, and I could tell from her breathing and shifting her weight on her feet that she was incredibly aroused.
I let her stand for a moment, without touching her, letting her get acclimated to her situation. Then I stood behind her, and whispered in her ear.
“Lizzie,” I said firmly but quietly, “I want you to turn your back to the grill, and push your ass out. I am going to flip the meat, and I want you to feel the grease spatter on your bare ass.”
She swallowed hard, and slowly obeyed, pushing her ass back to within a couple of inches of the edge of the grill. Holding her stomach with one hand, I used the other hand to turn over the steaks. As expected, the flames flared beneath them, spattering small droplets of hot grease on my wife’s beautiful ass.
“Oh!” she gasped as she felt the burning spray on her ass.
“That’s a good start,” I whispered, turning her away from the grill.
Lowering my voice still further, I placed my mouth right next to her ear, as I cupped her breasts in my hands.
“I want you to imagine, Lizzie,” I began, in the way that I often began stories in bed, “that you’ve just watched a woman being spitted, and that she’s now roasting. You’re supposed to be next. The fire is waiting for you. But as I’m preparing the pit, I decide to offer you a trade: if you’re good enough at sucking me off, without using your hands, I’ll go get another woman to roast, and I’ll let you go back to await your turn on the spit another day.”
Lizzie nodded, and said weakly “Yes, I…I understand.”
I walked her over onto the grass at the edge of the patio, and pushed down on her shoulders, urging her to kneel at my feet. As she did, I unzipped my shorts, and took out my rock hard cock, guiding it to her lips.
I had always enjoyed Lizzie fellating me, but this blowjob was unlike any other – she was using her lips, mouth and tongue as though her life depended on it – and in her fevered imagination, it did.
Each time I got close to coming, I’d pull away to flip the steaks, each time sending the aroma of cooking meat wafting into my wife’s face. She’d suck even more eagerly, until finally – as the steaks were almost finished – I gripped her head in my hands and came hard, filling her sweet mouth with my thick, salty come.
Pulling away, I looked down at my bound, blindfolded wife, watching the muscles in her neck move as she swallowed my climax. Normally after I come, I found it difficult to sustain role playing – but for some reason, thinking about what might be going on in her mind, now I didn’t.
I helped her to her feet, and stroked her bare ass. “Very good, Liz,” I whispered. “You won’t roast, not tonight anyway.” I guided her to the bench by the patio table, and helped her sit down. “Let’s make sure you get a good dinner, though. I will feed you.”
She gulped, and spoke softly. “You…you mean you’re going to make me eat the…the flesh of the other woman?”
I smiled at her creativity in her fantasy. “That’s right,” I whispered in reply. “It will help you imagine what you’ll taste like someday.”
Not caring how thoroughly the steaks were cooked, I took them off the grill and carved out a small piece that was deep red in the middle. “Open your mouth, Lizzie,” I commanded. Slowly, hesitantly, she opened her mouth, and I placed the fork between her lips, watching as she pulled the meat off and slowly chewed it.
I watched her swallow, and put the glass of wine to her lips, giving her a long drink. I carved out another piece, and brought it to her lips.
“Unfortunately,” I said matter-of-factly, “I can’t serve you the most tender part, her pussy, because that’s been reserved. But I think you’ll find this cutlet from her ass sufficiently tender and satisfying.”
Again, my wife opened her mouth and slowly chewed the offered steak, as I quickly developed commentary to sustain her fantasy.
“Some of our customers swear that a woman’s ass is the best cut,” I said, slowly rubbing my hand down her back. “Others,” I continued, moving my hand to squeeze her breast, “insist that a woman’s breasts cook up the best.” I saw her shudder slightly as she swallowed the second piece of meat.
“Personally,” I continued, “I think the most important thing is that the woman is alive when she goes over the flames, and that she lasts a good long time.” Lizzie licked her lips. “And when I roast you, I’ll make sure you do.”
“Jeff?” she squeaked meekly. “I…I really need to come…please?” she begged.
I was tempted – I could feel another erection stirring. But I continued feeding her steak, wine and fruit until I knew for sure I could fuck her for a good, long time again.
Finally, I could wait no more. I made her stand, and walked her quickly to the bedroom. Her hands still tied behind her back, I stripped off her bra and panties, and helped her lie back on the bed. She struggled to get comfortable as I stripped off my clothes and in one, long stroke pushed into her gushing wet pussy.
“So...that..really…did…turn…you…on,” I grunted excitedly as I stroked in and out of her pussy lips. “Like you have no idea,” she said loudly. “Just make me come, please, make me come hard, I am so close Jeff,” she begged.
I moved hand down to her pussy and stroked her clit. In moments, her breathing became shallow, and I watched, mesmerized, as my bound, blindfolded wife came loudly, violently and exhaustingly. I took the opportunity to speed up my fucking, and moments later I too came hard, filling her pussy with another load of come.
I exhaled, and rolled off her, amazed at the intensity of the experience we had just created.
After catching my breath, I kissed her gently on the cheek. “That was amazing, Lizzie,” I said. “I only wish I had known about your fantasies earlier. How long have you fantasized about this kind of stuff?”
I noticed that, unlike after other bondage sessions, Lizzie wasn’t making any gesture for me to untie her, or remove the blindfold. “It…it seems like forever,” she said after a moment. She paused. “You know the first time the idea ever excited me?” she asked.
“When?” I replied, circling one of her nipples lazily with my fingertips.
“When I was in junior high school…watching an episode of ‘Gilligan’s Island,’” she continued.
I laughed out loud – “You’re kidding!”
“No, no, I’m not. I don’t remember the details, but Ginger and Mary Anne were tied to stakes or something. I imagined that they were left alone, and a secret cannibal gang of island natives discovered them, and stripped them and spitted them and roasted them and ate them.”
She clearly wasn’t kidding, and I sensed that she wanted to tell me more. I was more than happy to listen.
“Then a year or so later I was watching a movie, I think it was a James Bond movie, and they tied a woman’s wrists and hung her over a shark tank or an alligator tank or something like that, that was one of the first times I ever masturbated.”
“The sense of total submission, the…anticipation of being consumed, sexually and as food, just does something to me – the vulnerability, the helplessness, the extremeness of it…”
I listened in amazement.
“I don’t always fantasize about this,” she continued. “It comes in waves, maybe two or three times a year, something inside me just goes ‘click’ and I fantasize about being…about being roasted alive and eaten.” I saw her swallow, and twist slightly on the bed, trying to make her bound arms more comfortable.
“When I’m working out at the gym, I sometimes pretend I’m being…exercised, firming up my body to be roasted.” She licked her lips. “And sometimes…” she added in a quiet, meek voice. “I…I sign up for one of the tanning booths, and strip naked, and close my eyes, and pretend my legs and hands are tied…and that I’m being cooked in an oven….while other men watch….the men who will…who will eat me when I’m done.”
I was stunned, and could tell that Lizzie was more than a little bit aroused by her confessions. I slipped my hand between her legs, and stroked her pussy. “Would you like to come again, Lizzie?” I whispered as I nibbled on her ear lobe.
“Yes, please,” she begged quietly. I smiled as I opened the nightstand drawer, and took out our largest vibrator. I turned it on low, and slowly ran it over the tops of her thighs, across the skin between her pussy and her navel. I could tell she was getting very, very worked up.
“So, Lizzie,” I whispered, brushing the vibrator to within an inch of her clit, and then pulling it away again teasingly, “when you’re fantasizing about being roasted, do you fantasize about being spitted in your pussy, or your ass?”
She caught her breath, and writhed on the bed, trying to move her pussy into contact with the vibrator. “I…that’s when….” She sputtered and licked her lips. “When I’m…um…when I’m masturbating, that’s usually the point where I…when I come,” she said. “I…fantasize about both ways…when I’m almost ready to come, I look…I check the clock, and if it’s an even minute, I fantasize about being spitted in my pussy, and if it’s an odd minute…” she licked her lips again “then…then I fantasize about it in my ass, but I love the sense of…of not having a choice, of having something else decide.”
I smiled at having stumbled on such a nasty part of her fantasies. Lifting the vibrator away, I sucked and nibbled briefly on a nipple.
“Well, tonight Lizzie, you’re going to be spitted in your pussy,” I said. I slowly placed two fingers on either side of her pussy, and pulled them apart, exposing her moist, pink flesh. I turned up the vibrator to it’s highest setting, and placed it at the slick entrance. With the slightest of pressure, I began to push it in.
“Do you feel that in your pussy, Lizzie? The spit…starting its way into you…”
She thrashed on the bed, pushing the vibrator deeper into her.
“It’s slowly going to go through you, Lizzie, and the fire is waiting for you, waiting for you to be slowly…slowly…turned on the spit….”
With that, she came explosively and I pushed the vibrator as deep into her as I could, making her orgasm last until she was completely out of breath and energy.
I untied her hands, and removed her blindfold. She was too tired to do anything but go to sleep, completely nude – a fact that I took advantage of the following morning.
In the subsequent months, we integrated her fantasies into our sex play. She has a couple of favorites that we’ve role-played: “meat inspector,” where I grade and rate every part of her body, eventually – and inevitably – deciding that she should be spit-roasted. I’ve also accompanied her to the tanning salon, where I’ve tied her up and blindfolded her, then “basted” her skin with oil while she lies helplessly inside.
Is it kinky or strange? No doubt. On the other hand, it gives my wife the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever seen, and if it’s all just fantasy, what’s the harm? Next summer, when our sons go away for a couple of weeks, Lizzie says she’d like to find a place, a cabin in the mountains or something, where we could go and she could be tied to a spit, and turned over a fire.
She also says that if this story gets enough positive feedback, maybe she’ll write up a story of her own, about another fantasy we’ve developed in bed over the last few months. If you liked this story, I can guarantee you’d love the next one!
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Posted: Mon Aug 6th, 2007 10:51 pm |
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Mmmmm. Story or truth? A fine line I think! I'll hope it's fiction because if it is truth I think that in the long term you'll both regret making something as intimate as this public. But on the basis of fiction, then it is well written enough that I'm not sure which it is, and I'd certainly like to hear "her" side of the story when you write it.
Pie Chart/.
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Posted: Tue Aug 7th, 2007 12:22 am |
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A delicious story my compliments to the chef *smiles*
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Posted: Tue Aug 7th, 2007 12:41 pm |
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| Very erotic would love to read more look forward to it. Hope you post another one thanks for this one.
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Posted: Tue Aug 7th, 2007 08:40 pm |
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well written but a bit 'tame' for my tastes...truth or fiction? seemed like fact to me. I would love to read the next one!
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Posted: Wed Aug 8th, 2007 01:58 am |
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"The sexiest thing is trust." -- Tori Amos
Okay, this might just "out me" as irretrievably romantic, but I really, really, really liked this story--I am not really into the dolcett scene at all (too brutal for my tastes).
The fact that it was about a loving couple (whether real or imaginary) sharing a "taboo" fantasy to enhance their sex life and their relationship--that's just awesome!
Too often the story goes that an extreme fetish harbored as a secret for years by one partner destroys the marriage. Its great when the opposite comes around.
Not that I think the "air" of taboo should be utterly removed from such a fantasy (that's part of the charm), but it should also NOT be cloaked in secrecy because then it gets tangled up in feelings of guilt and even worse ... sin. UGH!
Again, although I think Dolcett is far too brutal for me, the fact that it was acknolwedged as a fantasy by both partners really made it erotic for me.
The ultimate feeling must be to be able to put yourself completely under someone else's control and yet trust them to guide it in the direction of a "naughty dream" rather than lead you into a nightmare.
But I've rambled enough. Please post more.
"If you want to tie me up that's fine so long as we can get ice cream later." --Tori Amos
Best Wishes and Good Eating.Last edited on Wed Aug 8th, 2007 02:02 am by psgdoomed
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Posted: Wed Aug 8th, 2007 05:46 am |
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Very nice story. You deserve a cookie. **nod-nod**
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Posted: Wed Aug 8th, 2007 06:33 am |
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Doesn't matter if it's real, fiction, or a combination thereof. This was nicely done and very enjoyable for me to read. Curiously enough, I've actually lived through something quite similar to this, although not Dolcett related, and I can honestly say to any doubting types out there, "it could really happen!" And it can be very good.
Let's hear her story!
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Posted: Mon Aug 20th, 2007 01:22 am |
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I loved this story, because I am both into the Dolcett scene, and also a hopeless romantic. The very best for me is where the woman lovingly volunteers to go, whether it is go onto the spit and roast, go to the gallows and hang, or some other fate. The forced stuff is much less interesting to me. So of course what made this hot is that she was so into it.
I also found it hot that you shared this degree of intimacy. I really hope this was fact, not fiction, and that you tow do enjoy many future fantasies of Dolcett pleasure.
Caveat: playing Dolcett games can be very physically dangerous. Be careful not to kill her accidentally :-)
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Posted: Fri Nov 30th, 2007 07:35 pm |
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Many thanks to all for the kind words and encouragement--the story is substantially true and Lizzie has agreed to write up her/our fantasy for your enjoyment (but it might be a while, any suggestions for particular plot elements are welcome!)
In the meantime here's the Gilligan's Island clip that started it all so many years ago
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hH8UILt1xnE&feature=related
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Posted: Fri Nov 30th, 2007 09:49 pm |
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k*ngaroo wrote: Lizzie says she’d like to find a place, a cabin in the mountains or something, where we could go and she could be tied to a spit, and turned over a fire.
This would be the lead in for the next story, where he loses control and really cooks her on an open fire.
This story has countless follow ups. NICE PLOT
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Posted: Sat Dec 1st, 2007 05:02 am |
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k*ngaroo wrote: In the meantime here's the Gilligan's Island clip that started it all so many years ago.
Well, like someone said in the comments there, this settles the age old question, "Mary anne, or Ginger?" Hmmmmmm. Mary Anne.... 
I'll be looking forward to Lizzie's story! Can't offer much in the line of suggestions, but I rather imagine if she writes what she really wants to, it wil be the best that it can be.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30th, 2008 06:55 pm |
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| am doing something similar a the moment with my wife and she is into it never thought id like tanning salons but ive been seeing them in an entirely new light for realistic fun. i think i will hunt her then take her to the salon
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I enjoyed this story immensely...even though I thought it might be a bit harder by the time it was all said and done (not to say it wasn't good as is, 'cuz it is). I loved how she just fell into the fantasy of the moment.
Real or not, I think it at least has shown the rest of us (that are lucky enough to have a g/f that shares our fantasies, at least lol) one way to set up and pull off a scene, which makes it worth the read right there.
I would also love to hear about her other fantasy (if only to find out what it is ), and especially about her being tied to a spit
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