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Friday,
July 2, 2010
"I saw this picture, sweetie," her email said.
"It reminds me of the last holiday weekend."
"And
here's one that made me think what I want to do THIS holiday weekend."
Wednesday,
June 30, 2010
...of what I wished I looked like.
Posted by Saragirl at 1:52 PM
Monday, June 28,
2010
Because I'm
giving you a scent, a hint, a preview, of the story flowing uncontrollably out
of me. I'm a bitch, because I don't know when it will be done and you're going
to be forced to wait.
Catherine
lay back on her bed, her soft nightie gathering gently around her, the room lit
by scented candles, unthinking, let her fingers start to drift over parts of
her body. She felt a slight twinge of guilt at her thoughts, after all, while
technically an adult, Jess was barley so, a year removed from being a child.
And though his father was fully a man all those years ago, Jess was younger,
almost innocent, if not for his unforgivable treatment of his mother.
Her guilt was overcome by her own emotions, though, the powerful flood of
erotic feelings, the endorphins that flooded her brain when she thought of a
man, any man, even as young as Jess, kneeling at her feet, surrendering to her
feminine power.
“Ahhhh,” she gasped, her fingers finding the moist skin between her legs, the
thought of dominating any man enough to excite her, the memories of her first,
abortive attempts to dominate Mark enough to make her close her eyes, sexual
energy flowing over her, the anticipation of the surrender of the son pushing
her quickly to the edge.
It was not
going to be a fair fight, she knew, seeing how he looked at her, how he
responded to her power, her femininity, her sexuality. The question was simply
how long, a measure of days, not even weeks, how long before he gave in, before
he went over the edge? How long? His surrender was inevitable, it was simply a
question of when.
How long
until he was on his knees before her?
How long
until he gave into the leash?
How long
until he felt the sting of her crop?
How long
until he begged for her panties.
"Ohhhh,"
Catherine opened up, mind drifting, almost unconnected from her fingers as they
pushed inside her. "Sleep well, Jess," she thought of her nephew in
bed across the hall, knowing he belonged to her now.
Posted by Saragirl at 1:38 PM
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