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Reply #20 on: September 24, 2013, 08:34:45 AM
went back and rewrote that last scene.

Great re-work Ghost



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Reply #21 on: March 22, 2014, 04:15:24 PM
Ghost has an unfinished piece here.   This story is great.



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Reply #22 on: April 19, 2014, 04:43:52 AM
Page had slowly introduced her expanded interests into their lives.  It started out of nesscity, the chemo had taken most of her hair, so while it was growing back she'd bought a variety of wigs.  Marcus's cock hardened at the memory of their play.

Each night would wear a different one to bed and take on the role of a different woman.  The blonde wig was for Daisy, a stripper always trying to get a bigger tip out of a client.  Sandy was the redhead, she had a thick southern accent and was always worried about what her church group would think of her behavior.  Mary's wig was black and braided into pig tails, she was always worried that her "daddy" would punish her.

At first Marcus didn't want to know about his wife's "parties".  A small part of him had hoped that her desires were just a phase and soon she'd return their relationship to normal.  All illusions he held were shattered one evening when he came home to find his wife standing over a blindfolded woman.  Written across here torso was "happy birthday"  a big red bow was tied around her larger breasts.

"Whats this?"  he asked setting down his brief case and hanging his jacket in the hall closet.  

Page crossed the room, it was then that he realized that she had a piece of leather in her hand, that turned into a chain and ran back to the kneeling woman's neck.

"My love you have been amazing to me, letting me explore my desires.  I've realized that I'm being selfish by not sharing with you."  to this day he could still see the warmth and love in her eyes.

"You don't have to..." Marcus wasn't sure he wanted to be involved with his wife's new lifestyle.

Gently Page pressed a finger to his lips.   "This can't be a "me" thing, this has to be an us thing.  I wanted to show you this part of myself for so long.  So many times I've imagined you with me, seeing you with another woman, smiling at you with I was with another.  Which is why Debbie here"  she patted the blindfolded woman on the head "has agreed to be spend the weekend here with us."

Back in the present Marcus smiled at the memory of that weekend, but the smile quickly changed, to something ugly and then his eyes began to well up.

"You should have just told me it was back."  the empty room didn't answer him so he continued.  He cried quietly for several minutes, lost in the memories of what happened after that weekend.  Shame rippled thru him as his memories of how caught up in the lifestyle he had become. 

He tried to smile, Page had wanted it that way, she wanted to leave him a complete memory of her.  Smearing the tears away with the palm of his hand he checked his watch seeing he still had almost an hour until his guest arrived. 

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Reply #23 on: April 22, 2014, 06:45:15 AM
Edited the last post to flesh out the backstory a bit.

Joelle had never been know as a thinker.  Most just assumed that anyone who looked like she did was just another air head.  She didn't really think of herself as all that smart, but if there was one thing she knew it was people, especially men. 

When she left home at sixteen she knew where she could go, one of her teachers who was fresh out of college.  She'd picked him for two reasons, she'd seen kindness in his eyes and how much he blushed when she caught him looking at her like she was naked. 

His eyes had nearly fallen out of his head when she'd showed up at his home, daisy dukes, white halter top, alligator tears and a sob story about her mom throwing her out because she'd been caught with a boy in her room. 

Joelle studied his reactions when she started telling him about what she and the phantom boy were doing when they were discovered.  When he moved how he was sitting she knew it was to hide his hardon.  Slowly dilberately she ran her hand up his shorts, she gave his cock a few teasing strokes before looking him in the eye.

"If I take care of this will you take care of me?"  his mouth hung open, all he could do was nod slightly, before she pushed him back on the couch and slid between his knees.
Over the next two and half years she was taken care of; he kept a roof over her head, well fed (both things her mom had sucked at), and she learned a lot. 

By the time she graduated, she'd applied for enough grants and schoolarships that for the first time she actually felt she could have a better life.  She'd also learned a lot about men.  The two of them often would kick back on the weekends and watch porn together.  This often lead to Joelle wanting to experiment with something she'd seen in a video and him happy to be her test subject. 

The weeks leading up to the fall of her freshman year had been tense, he knew he couldn't keep her, and she knew that this wasn't her place anymore.  She was trying to plan her next course of action while waitressing part time when she saw one of her class mates sitting in a booth crying.

Taking over a soda Joelle was able to quickly get the story out of the girl, she'd gotten knocked up at a party just after school got out.  She'd been pretty drunk and couldn't remember who she had been with.  When she told her parents they flipped out and demanded that she "take care of it" or else she could keep the bastard somewhere else. 

As the girl, Ashley sobbed out her story a plan formed in Joelle's head, she told Ashley to wait for her outside.  Using her stunning blue eyes, Joelle quietly confessed to her boss that her period was about to start and her cramps were sooo bad.  The man practically stumbled over himself calling another waitress in to cover the rest of her shift.  With a quick peck on the cheek and hand grazing its way down his flabby chest she was on her way out the door.

Joelle knew she had a little time before her boyfriend/roomate/former teacher would be home from his summer roofing job (she always loved how tan he got).  Using all the skill harnessed from several years of beauty magazines to transform Ashley from a sobbing wreck into a creature of natural beauty. 

When asked why she was doing this Joelle replied "He took me in a long time ago, he's been good to me, helped me learn, about the world and myself.  I was honest with him about what I wanted, needed, and what I was willing to do to get it.  But I know that my time here is about over.  the way I see it, if he has someone else to look after, it'll make it easier."

"So I'm suppossed to be his whore?"  Ashley asked, suddenly not sure that any of this made sense. 

"You can think of yourself that way, but you're just doing what you have to do, what other option do you have?  He's a good guy, he's never made me do anything I didn't want to.  He's attentive in bed, I've never been left wanting, waiting for my turn to cum."

"Do you think he'll like me?  I'm not as pretty as you, I ... I haven't been with alot of guys..."

"Don't worry Ashley, he's a really good partner.  He's patient and open to a bunch of stuff, just be the same way with him.  In fact I'll even help."

"you will?"

"Sure, I've always been a little curious about girls so we can explore that together while I teach you about him."

The sound of keys ended the conversation as both women turned toward the door smiling.  Joelle reached out and wrapped her hand around Ashley's squeezing it tightly.



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Reply #24 on: March 10, 2016, 04:56:18 PM
Joelle was a bit nervous, doubt slowly creeping into her mind.  Since her sexual awakening, when she first began to understand the power should could have over a man, she'd always been the one in control of things.  She'd learned that could guide a man by letting him think he was in control. 

Just a few hours ago she had stood in his office, waiting for his excitement to steamroll his good sense.  She had figured a few quickies bent over a desk, maybe brief blowjobs in the  front seat of a dark car, all things done semi descreetly so his wife wouldn't find out. 

Instead he made her grind against his fingers.  She felt something spark inside of her, for the first time in her life she was being made to surrender to someone else's control. 

Joelle laid in bed, right hand giving alternating tugs to her nipples, her left had slowly moving the smooth pink vibrator's around her sex.  Her eyes were closed, breasts heaving, the tangy taste of Jackson's cum still lingered in her mouth.  The feel of Marcus's cock thru his pants, that look in his eyes.  In her mind she saw those hard eyes staring at her.  Violently she shoved her toy deep inside her as his words filled her head. 

"Cum for me slut".  and she did, the white heat exploded from deep insider and spread to her ends, and then a peaceful darkness.



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Reply #25 on: March 27, 2016, 05:04:12 PM
That is a good story, which good easily continu as a great story. Lots of potential.
I also noticed the dates of the posts. 2 years is a long pause. Writers block, perhaps?



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Reply #26 on: March 30, 2016, 07:49:03 AM
started struggling with character backgrounds.  I've actually tried to write the next part several times, nothing fit right.

Rather than so many teacher/student stories i wanted a female protaganist who wasn't being lead into the situation blindly.  At a glance Joelle is perceived as a slut and golddigger, but i try to see her as a survivalist. Her beauty and willingness have been tools for her since she was young.  

Marcus has flirted with some of the edges of the BDSM world, from the last years with his wife.  Perhaps he read more into Joelle's offer than she meant, but something about it triggered something in him that his wife was never able to bring to the surface.

The harder part for me personally it too write about an experienced dom bringing developing sub into that world.
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