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SUNDAY   I woke on Sunday morning to the very pleasant sensation of Sara cuddled up to me, stroking my cock. Little head had obviously woken up before big head. “Good morning,” I said as I kissed her brow. “Good morning sleepy head,” she replied. “I fancy a really big breakfast.” “Sounds good, but I know what I’d like first,” I said as I rolled around to face her. Sara kept hold of my now aching cock and said “That will have to wait. Patience is a virtue, you know? And I want you to wait for a little while.” Sara rolled away from me, releasing my cock. “Come on. Let’s get a shower and hit Wetherspoons. My treat. We can talk without so many distractions.” I was still not used to sharing my shower …

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SATURDAY   When I woke the next morning, I was feeling surprisingly refreshed. Sara was still fast asleep beside me. I carefully slid out of bed so as not to disturb her and, having used the bathroom, went along to the kitchen and made coffee. While the kettle boiled, I tidied up a little in the living room. I sorted out the pile of ropes and tidied all the toys into a neat pile. I brought my coffee through into the living room and relaxed on the sofa. I did enjoy the peace and quiet, I was too used to living alone. Rachel messaged me to let me know she’d pick me up at around eleven to go shopping. Not my favourite pastime but Rachel and I have been friends for nearly twenty years. We …

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I turned off the video. This discussion didn’t need to be taped. It was just us pouring out bleeding hearts on each other, trying to figure out if there was any way to save this fucking marriage. Karen had created this disaster, though I was probably partly to blame. However, I am unsure how, but part of it had to be my fault. I took down the tripod, put away the cell phone, and shut down my computer as Karen looked at me and asked. “How did you figure all this out anyway?” “Well, missy, you know we started doing different chores, and one of my chores is doing the laundry, so two weeks ago on Saturday morning while you were sleeping after being out that night for on Friday with the girls dancing, or …

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“I thought vampires were men,” I stammered. “With fangs. Who sucked the blood out of your neck. Like Dracula.”   The beautiful, pale brunette who called herself “The Countess Valencia” smirked. Her face was inches from mine; her eyes were mesmerizing. Her scent was intoxicating.  Her presence, powerful. “Blame it on those stupid, male chauvinist Victorians,” she said.   “When a few idiots caught wind of our little society in the nineteenth century,” she explained, “they couldn’t wrap their puritanical minds around the idea that a group of powerful women could derive mystical sustenance by sucking the semen from subservient cocks.   “Or at least, they couldn’t bring themselves to print the truth in their novels. So, they twisted the facts into a tale of undead male monsters sucking blood; disgustingly enough, Bram Stoker and the other perverts …

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-The Wait-  “Code Blue 3 North.”    The overhead announcement blared to life just before the sun came up and broke the silence like shattering glass.  “Code Blue 3 North.”  Before the second ‘Code bl…’ was through the intercom I had my stethoscope and the ICU pager in hand.   “Code Blue 3 North.”  With practiced movements, I jogged through the halls and stairwells to the patient who I knew needed us. Upon arrival, there was the poor floor nurse who looked like a deer in headlights struggling to bring the crash cart to the room with a growing audience.  The rest of the code team wasn’t here yet. Years of practice and training in Advanced Cardiovascular Life Support had allowed me to approach the situation with a cool head. Quickly assessing the situation, they …

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FRIDAY   When I woke the following morning I was alone, well alone in bed at least. I could hear noises from down the corridor. I got up, grabbed my robe, and after a quick bathroom break, headed down the hallway. Sara was in the kitchen, naked as the day she was born. My washing up had been done and she was standing at the counter tapping her fingers as the kettle slowly came to the boil. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mind but I really need my caffeine first thing. Do you want one? I did your washing up, I hope you don’t mind.” Sara was just as chatty first thing as she was in the evening. I seriously questioned her need for caffeine. “Thank you for last night. It was really lovely. …

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As Sara’s parting words were to encourage me to contact her soon I popped her email on Sunday evening. It was nothing intense, just asking her if she was OK and whether she had any problems when she got home. I also sent an email to Karen thanking her for the fantastic time. I mentioned that I’d mailed Sara. I had to work on Monday morning so pottered about for a little while planning an early night. I quickly checked my emails before heading off to bed and there was already a response from Sara in my inbox. I expected a fairly brief response but opened the email to discover a lengthy reply! Sara had obviously enjoyed her experience and seemed almost overly excited about there being any possibility for more. She raved on about …

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The town of Mystery sits in the middle of a valley of extremely good farmland. Nowhere else in the area has such bountiful crops. And no other town in the area has such a large park located right in the middle of town. It is almost as if the town of Mystery grew up around the park. The lush grasses and wildflowers of Mystery Park make it a great place for picnics and impromptu sports. Sometimes lovers come into the park after dark to take advantage of the soft, thick fields of grass and the ability to hide, if necessary, behind the many trees which form a grove in the very center of the park. Almost every day amateur photographers come to the park to take pictures of the wildflowers, the occasional animals who wander …

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My Story continues down the rabbit hole. From part 2. Hello, I’m John, had I had broken trust and trespassed on Dede’s property. Dede had strapped me in the suit, letting it manipulate my body and mind. I was left alone with whatever was about to happen. For what I assume was a couple of hours, this machine and suit violated me. It drained my cock of all its cum and shot it back into my throat. This device abused my hole, heightening orgasms to the point I passed out. The next thing I remember is my hands being unstrapped and the hood being removed. I saw Dede helping me out of the suit and over to the couch in the big room. She handed me a big jug of water. I drank it down …

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-Sunday afternoon- I paced back and forth through my apartment, every nerve on edge. We were meeting today, and my mind went back to us at the coffee shop. Though I didn’t think I’d given away much, he read me like a freaking cue card. I unwittingly guided him right to the heart of my desire. Now, I juggled a screaming anticipation and a heavy dread. Having dressed in my favorite lacy underwear, I slipped into a comfy, but stylish little black dress. I wore my favorite heels, and made sure my polish was neat. Make-up done, I grabbed my keys and purse. After lingering to check my appearance one last time, I straightened my spine and marched out the door. I’d never cowered in my life, and wasn’t starting now. I drove to the …

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My Story Continues. My eyes scanned the suit and the control device against the wall. I was unable to breathe, and I was scared for my life. I spun around, locking the room and placing the key on the shelf. I was careful to ensure it was back where I knocked it off. I shut off the lights and ran home. I locked my doors even to my bedroom. For the next twelve or so hours, I stared at the ceiling. When I finally got out of bed, I went to the computer. I began to research what I just found. I discovered little to no information about it. The best I could guess is it was a BDSM bondage suit. But this suit was altered with sensory deprivation concepts built on. Nothing I found …

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Dear Diary. I fucking love dick. Yeah, that’s right, I’m just gonna say it. I probably shouldn’t, and I know whoever’s reading this crummy ol’ book probably found it in the sewer and is judging me, but screw it. Dick feels freaking tip-top and I’d fuck a good dick every day of the week if I was able to, think what you want of me. So, uh, here’s the awkward transition into a story about how I fucked a random dude, and found myself tied up, blindfolded, and with a belly full of cum. It’s 3AM and my vibe is out of batteries, so here I am. It was New Years Eve. Well, actually, just twenty or so minutes into the New Year. People were running naked through the streets, setting buildings on fire, and …

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