I get a message from you that says "lunch?" And I know what that means! I drive over and pick you up so we can drive out to the dead end road on the other side on new milford that I found when I was thinking about buying a house down there. Dead ends right into a field of handily VERY tall grasses. : When you slide into the car I lean over for a quick kiss cause I know if I get too much of a taste of you, I wont be able to drive : yum.

Note: please feel free to give me feedback. Also, the main focus of this story is not sex, it does contain it but the first chapter is basically building up to the real love story. Hope you enjoy! Prologue Hy Breasail : elusive island to the west of Ireland Here the fae folk live and play away from the prying eyes of humans. They once had lived amongst the human race but bitter dissension between them had driven them to the

This is a letter to my darling husband. Because much as I love you and adore you and would like to be fucking you every chance I get, you have got absolutely no clue what I want and what I need. I have run out of ideas of how to introduce you to the wonderfully magical world of sex. Maybe someday I will have the courage to show you this letter . . . It is quite simple, actually.

I want to walk into a room, softly lit with candles, some romantic music playing in the background. I am wearing a short little black dress, sleeveless, of course. Strappy black heels adorn my legs with the flesh colored thigh-highs held up by a black garter belt. I saunter through the doorway, tilt my head and coyly look up and across the room to the bed, the candles placed just so that the light is dim---subtle, but

Its late in the afternoon on Friday and Im stuck in that hell hole somebody calls a job. Ack I think its me. Im typing to you about something fairly mild, but Im rereading back emails. GOOD emails. mmmm So independent of the emails, I send you a txt "Im so fucking wet and horny, I want you so much" Nothing, couple minutes.... an hour.... end of day. FINE whatever I can fix it myself.

Dear Mistress Janet, You know your pathetic slut so well. The thought of a woman smoking a cigarette while she toys with my cock is so arousing. Of course, it would be very different from the story if you were doing that to me. You would be the one in control and I would be the helpless horny slut being teased mercilessly by you and you would be the one to finish with a very satisfying orgasm. The scene might unfold in the following way. First, Mistress Janet would be relaxing in her bedroom and she would wear a very special toy made just for her.

The year was something. We were in a V.W. Van on the way home from a formal dinner date. The memory is warm and safe, full of young love. We pulled over in an empty field to do what most kids our ages, do. The difference with us, so it seems, was that we were both a little shy, a little unsure. Twenty something years later, a question is asked. "What would you have done if...

She had spent that first night laying on the floor in disbelief. Here she was a woman of thirty-three, a college graduate, and a white collar professional supervising a department of seven people while working for a well respected company, and yet she was, without so much of a sound of protest or a shred of self-dignity, laying blindfolded on a thin blanket on the floor beside the man and bed she had shared for these past three months. "How dare he", she thought silently to herself, as the rage built up within and she chastised herself for being foolish

But she defiantly continued to search her mind for any method of escape. The possibilities vanished as he pushed her against the wall to fit cuffs around her wrists that were screwed in the wall. He spread her legs and secured her ankles next. He shocked her by dropping to his knees and spreading her pussy lips wide and putting a long thin metal bar just within the lips, keeping her open while freeing his hands.

That first night she spent on the floor in fear of the unknown finally and thankfully came to an end as she was roused from the light sleep she had involuntarily fallen into by the nudging of his toe in her ribcage. "Its time for you to get up and be fed," he said quietly in a controlled tone as his toe came to Bright warm summer sunlight from what was obviously a glorious day streamed through the large windows lining two of the walls of his bedroom temporarily blinding her due to the sensory deprivation induced by the blindfold during the long dark hours she had endured. She stood, felt lightheaded and swayed unsteady on her feet, only gaining her equilibrium by