Friendship is about Trust

We’re five drinks in, and our conversation turns to sexual exploits the same way it always does when we’re getting drunk together late at night. “Wait, for real?” I’m saying, “I thought people only did that in porn. You and Mike really do that?” “You’ve got no idea, Alyssa,” she says, spilling her hands into …

Charli

“So then you wake her back up!” Charli’s pale gray eyes are pinching tight, judging me with their harsh scrutiny, “You’re ridiculous. You chat this girl up, you get her to bed, and then don’t fuck her. What the fuck, Scott.” “She was drunk!” I yell, repeating my protest. Charli’s good at getting my blood boiling. “So? You coulda done whatever you wanted to her. She would have loved it. I could see it in her, and I know girls like that, she was into you.”

Jessa

“Nod if you’re good.” Jessa nodded. Leann’s hand shot out, slapping the blond girl across the cheek. “No,” she reprimanded, “Good girls don’t get themselves in these situations.” Jessa mumbled something, eyes wide. Her words were unintelligible behind the ball gag.

Liz

“I mean, what do you do once you’ve got the girl tied up? Vicky did it once, had a guy tie her to the bed. Then they just had sex. She got a cramp and couldn’t move. Sounds weird, right? I’m kind of curious, though, what does it feel like? Sometimes I lay there at night, thinking about it. I kind of want to try it, just once, right?"

Scarlett

“You’re cute when you’re bashful.” She kisses me. “Well, you’re cute all the time. But you can’t know the thrill it gives me to be in my thirties and find myself still being checked out by a teenager.” She’s watching me. “That a problem for you?”

Erica, continued

“Huh?” Her and I didn’t have any memories. Except... oh yes. Of course. When I banged her bent over the balcony rail at my house and pumped her full of cum. My cock twitched. “Oh.”

The Science Project

Right now, though, I was feeling the buzzing tickle throughout my body, especially in my, err... well, erogenous areas. I was becoming aroused. But I clenched my teeth and hid it.

Prisoner 4083

His hands grope my breasts, thumb my nipples. He rubs the lotion in. It tingles, like static electricity. My body stands passively, letting this happen. What else would it do? Uncountable months of instruction, punishment for the slightest infraction, daily trainings. His fingers rub my pussy, make me gasp. “Oh, aren’t you a well trained little slut,” he said, “The Mistress must be prouda you.”

Kristi & the Robot

The robot’s tentacles moved along the back of her neck and scalp, down her arms, running trails down her back. No, wait, Kristi realized, the original tentacles were still on her shoulders, but the number of appendages coming from the robot had increased, and she was being massaged at many points at once. What human masseuse could top that? All those tentacles on that robot, kind of weird, she thought, but also kind of a good thing.

Shopping

The Madame picked up a folder from a traditional oak desk. Her back to me even briefly, I noted her tight pants, the shape of her ass, the hem line of her panties beneath. When she turned I quickly averted my gaze. She took a seat on a lounge chair across from me, and said, “It’s not about trust, it’s just that attitudes towards sex can be intensely personal. It’s unusual that our clients don’t want to ... inspect our products themselves.”