I haven't been able to please my boyfriend's sexual desires in a very long time. We have had an amazing relationship for years, but I really wanted to spice up our sex lives. I feel like I can't please him enough with our busy work schedules. I work days and he works nights so it's hard to have our time together for an evening of fun.nnToday at work I was feeling quite horny as usual. I wanted to plan an evening of something new. Late in the day, I got an amazing idea to surprise my boyfriend with something new.nnAfter work, I decided to go to a porn shop to just browse around and get different ideas. I have only been to a porn shop with Tim, so it was my first time going alone. It was exciting and at the same time, I could feel men stare me down as I walked up and down the isles curiously.nnI looked at the usual items that Tim and I would look for such as sexy lingerie and new porn DVD's. Today I was in the mood to try something completely different on him. I started browsing all the toy novelties. All I could think about as I was looking for a new toy was how beautiful Tim's ass is. Lately we have been into something new- which is 69ing while we both lick each others asses. I never explored this with another man so the thought of it turns me on so much. While we were having sex a couple of weeks ago, I lubed up his ass with my saliva and inserted my finger in his ass to see his reaction. I never heard Tim moan so loud in my life. I thought for sure that we woke up my roommate.nnAs that thought crossed my mind, I wanted to really get his full hard attention.

"I'll see you in a few days hon. Have you seen the news? No. Been busy, have you? Okay Tally, try not to miss me so much."nn"Oh Daddy, I really miss you, but I'm trying not to be too bored without you." The alluring brunette blew a kiss to Carly who was perched on the bed, waiting for her to come back. They'd barely gotten out of bed in the past few days, other than to eat, shower [ and fuck in the shower ] and then fuck again.nnGeorge had called yesterday and he and Carly had words - loud words. Natalia's sister-in-law told him she was staying away for a while "to think". Tally began kissing down the blonde's sexy body as she hung up the phone. "You won't be thinking too much for a while, babe!" she teased as she saw the blissful expression cross her face.nnNatalia sent her father a kiss and hung up. Steven then rejoined Silvia on the bed and she began sucking him to hardness. Since their first fuck, after every personal appearance, the young blonde had rushed back to whatever hotel they were booked in, gotten naked and insisted he fuck her as much as she wanted. Only his daughter-lover matched Silvia Anders for sexual ferocity.nnNatalia, cuddled with Carly in the oversize bed, knew her father's next appearance with Silvia Anders was in Chicago, he'd be gone for at least 3 more days, likely longer. Perfect. By then, she'd have all her plans in motion.

Chapter 07: OdysseynnJeannie boarded the bus in Omaha, excited to be finally moving to New York City and starting her dream. In her hand, she was clutching her tickets to New York and a catalogue from a school in New York that offered a fashion design degree. She could feel her heart beating quickly in her newly enhanced chest.nnUnlike the clothes which Jeannie wore working the truck stop and strip club parking lot as a prostitute, Jeannie was dressed conservatively. She was dressed in a red sweatshirt, blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a short pony tail that bobbed on the back of her head as she walked down the aisle.nnJeannie took her seat by the window. She looked out the window and saw her mother standing on the platform, tears streaming down her cheek. Jeannie knew that her mother loved her, but Jeannie also knew that she had to leave. She could never be anything other than a transexual hooker in Omaha, but in New York, she could remake herself completely.nnThe bus pulled out. Jeannie sat back with a huge smile on her face. She opened up her course catalogue and rested it on her lap. She started picking out courses that she might want to take. Jeannie didn't have much money left, but she figured she'd be able to make some quick cash once she got to New York and could start taking courses soon after arriving.nnLittle did Jeannie know that just getting to New York was going to be an adventure. In the eighth century BC, Homer wrote a poem about the hero Odysseus and his trip from Troy to Ithaca (the Greek place, not the place in New York). Poor Odysseus faced many obstacles on his trip home, and it took him a full ten years to get home to his dear wife Penelope. While certainly Odysseus' trip was more odious than Jeannie's upcoming bus trip, in an age when one could fly from Omaha to New York in a few hours, and week ahead for Jeannie would prove to be a test of hope and endurance. nnThe bus pulled out of Omaha just after nine o'clock in the evening, destined for Chicago.

This story has both fantasy and mind control aspects in it. This is a sequel to 'Be All That You're Meant To Be' and was prompted by discussions with RobotUnit8 about a lesbian take on that story. Whilst that previous story is a heterosexual in orientation you may find like to read it for background on a number of the characters featured here and what concubivores are.nnThe outfits, as is common in my stories, notably Marianne's, are drawn from examples I have seen in real-life and for the other characters from online images. This story has many influences including: the short movie 'Rosebud' (1991); the (as it turned out) ironic 'Bay of Married Pigs' softball episode of 'Sex and the City'; a television link between programmes which showed a lesbian businesswoman readying for a night out and a whole host of real incidents I witnessed while travelling around London, notably the scene with the woman explaining to her friend about the different qualities of leather trousers.nn*nnTom looked very pleased with himself as he walked into the bar and joined his three friends. He had known his fellow concubivore, Jake, for the past four centuries, maybe longer, and Carole, another of their species, certainly since the late nineteenth century. The larger woman dressed in denims, Della, was a more recent acquaintance but one who was certainly now firmly in their group. She was different from the other three in that she was a demoness from Nemarash. However, like the concubivores, she also enjoyed watching humans in all their diversity and occasionally playing with some of them, usually to achieve some sexually interesting outcome.nnUnlike the three concubivores, for whom sex provided the energies that they needed to survive, for Della, and Tom had no idea what a demoness needed to live on, it was all about pleasure. Della was a devout lesbian and believed that females of whatever species would get most from loving another female. She always took the opportunity to promote this view especially among the humans. Her powers to shape shift, to manipulate people's minds and to cross dimensions was in a different league to that of the concubivores. However, unlike many of her kind, she was unwilling to intervene in a heavy-handed way and it seemed to Tom that she had fallen in with them because she enjoyed the more cunning manipulations that the three concubivores used, often taking months to craft a rare individual into someone from whom they could derive the most delicious energies out of the best sex around. Concubivores did have limited glamour powers that enabled them to make people see them and feel about them in a positive way, but Tom had been speculating what different methods they could use if they could convince Della to play along. Then again, he needed heterosexual women and, maybe, Della would be unhappy at providing him and Jake with one.nn"Tom, you're looking well." Della said as he sat down. "I guess that is six months of the finest quality concubivore interaction.

Maurine Wells:nnSex: FemalenAge: 22 yearsnFigure: Flawless, Soft-contoured, voluptuous, hourglass type and perfectly femininenComplexion: WhitenVoice: MusicalnFace: Rounding, very pretty and innocent in looksnEyes: Heavy-lidded, large and greennHair: Silken, soft, ample, fiery-red and waves down to assnBust: 40DD, round and firmnNipples: pink and puffynWaist: 29nHips: 41, wide-curvednAss: Soft and massivenThighs: creamy-soft and fatnnnLinda Perkins:nnSex: FemalenAge: 43 yearsnFigure: Skinny, mannish, muscular and poorly curvednComplexion: WhitenVoice: A little deep pitchednFace: Somewhat attractive and clever in looksnEyes: Slightly slanted, small and dark brownnHair: short, boy-cut, dark with grey streaks and straightnBust: 31 A, almost flatnWaist: 22nHips: 30, narrownAss: Almost flatnThighs: Straight and longnOrientation: A passionate lesbian nnMaurine Wells was pushed backwards by her companion on the king-size bed. That companion was a skinny, mature woman who was leaning unto her at the same time. The face of the woman couldn't be seen well in the dim light of that bedroom but it had a sharper and philosophical profile. Maurine felt it really odd for not being able to recognize the slim lesbian who had leaned above her; nevertheless she knew the mature woman was very intimate to her. The familiar fragrant wafts hit her nose as the lesbian pressed her mouth on her full lips. The girl stared in vain to make out her lover's face but couldn't do so and she began to savor the forceful smack on her lips.nnThe lesbian sucked on Maurine's lips and continued to kiss her passionately as she pushed the soft-contoured arms up round the red haired head. It seemed to the voluptuous girl that she already knew her lesbian lover who was still clothed in male-fashioned T-shirt and Levi's. Anticipating what may come next, she decided to let the woman enjoy unto her curvaceous, stark naked body.nnMaurine sighed as the woman stroked playfully on her huge mammas and pinched the sensitive, large nipples. In an instant her lover turned her head to take one puffy teat between her lips. She pulled more of the nipple into her mouth and sucked the coarse textured pink areola. The woman sucked harder on the nipple which slipped slowly through her lips in a smack. She licked the saliva-coated nipple and kissed the huge melon. Then she turned her head to other bubby and licked the creamy, firm globe. She kissed the puffy teat and opened her mouth to brush her lips unto its rough, sensitive texture. Sucking it hard, she pulled more of the nipple, which slid slowly out of her mouth in a smack.nnThe lesbian continued to suck redhead's huge tits. Maurine moaned and bit her lip as the pleasure waves rose into her loins due to that ardent tit-sucking. The woman began to stroke her voluptuous form tenderly.

Jane found the small office without much difficulty. It was in a modern looking development rather in a small side road. Each floor seemed to hold a different company. The lobby was unguarded and Jane was able to go to the lift and she found 'Petra Northgate' on the list next to it as being on the third floor. Jane was soon at her office, one of the almost identical doors in a corridor of six. The office inside was small with a tiny reception room unstaffed by any secretary. Petra was there seemingly waiting for Jane when she entered.nn"Jane Portland?"nn"Yes, that's me." Jane responded a little nervously.nn"I'm Petra Northgate, come in."nnPetra had to be in her late fifties. Her dark hair, laced with grey, was bound up in a bun and pulled back starkly from her face. She had a broad face of features that must have once been strong but through age were beginning to lose their definition. Her eyes still seemed to twinkle and gave the impression of an enduring interest in life. Petra's room was like a thousand other medical offices with bland paintings on the wall and a number of certificates. The only distinctive thing was the leather clad reclining chair in the corner.nn"Take a seat, Jane." Petra gestured to the normal office chair in front of her desk.nnJane took the seat and sat silently, assuming Petra would take the lead; she did.

This is for Doorite.Here's hoping nnWe've known one another since I was 13, when I was your Pookie & you were my Voogie (ok, I admit, strange names for one another).you know the whole lost touch thing happened and then when I was 15 you came back into my life. I gave you my innocence willingly that day in the basement of your grandfather's home and then it seemed we were never alone unless we were making love. Things happened again, as they almost always do with teenagers in love (or, I think you loved me then.I really don't know that you ever said the words to me) and a wedge was blown between us that we never knew if we'd be able to repair or close. But I didn't hate you for what happened, I hated myself for allowing myself to be hurt so badly again. We both moved onto other places in our lives, had some relationships that left us battered and bruised, and then it happened, FACEBOOK!nnIt's true that you never forget your first lover, and that it can be harder to remember the ones who you know that you never truly loved in the first place. You were one of the first people I looked for, and there you were. listed as single. We started talking through the site and then over MSN, agreeing to meet for coffee one day and actually following through with it. Of course, there were the nerves, and I didn't know if you'd come so I'd brought a book for protection so as not to be found alone in a public place. but then, there you were, and it was as though we had never been apart.nnWe saw each other a few times over the first couple of weeks, at first both believing that friendship was probably where things were headed. I'm not sure when things changed for you, or really even for me, but one day I just knew that I want you back in my life, romantically, to stay. So, I showed up at your door and being ever so subtle I told you that I want us to date again, you told me that you'd like that as well, but not until some other things settle down and you have more time to devote to a relationship. So, I took you to my Literotica profile and you read some of my writing and you told me that you want to read more, so, here is a tale just for you, letting you know what I'd like to have happen between us, at least physically.nn*****nnYou'll be sitting at your computer one day, working on your music & there will be a knock at the door. You'll already know that I'm coming over to give you a massage so you'll just yell for me to let myself in, as I walk through the door you'll provide your usual greeting, "Hi hon.

"Breakfast is ready, Mistress."nnMora turned over in the bed and smiled. "Thank you. I will be down shortly." nnMarlar nodded and, turning sharply on her heel, exited the room, the petticoats of her skirt swishing slightly. Mora yawned and slipped from between the sheets. The maid costume really was a cute touch. It seemed to accent Marlar's dark skin and eyes and added a touch of subtle sophistication as well as humiliation. She dressed quickly and ran a brush through her hair, slipped into her boots and headed to the kitchen. nnMarlar noticed Mora's approach and set the table quickly and efficiently, never once missing a beat. Silently, Mora was impressed at how far Marlar had come from the meek and obedient wife to the hot, sexy slut she had been crafted into. Mora knew it had been in her from the beginning when Jerry had first sent his wife's picture to her with pleas for help. She seemed to love her husband very much and they were very devoted to one another, but there was just something lacking sexually. Mora smirked as she buttered her toast. Every woman was a sexpot; they just had to be taught how to be without being disgusting. There were ways to be hot and sexy and kinky without anyone ever seeing past the professional exterior. nnJerry sat at the table, browsing the newspaper. Mora watched with a sense of satisfaction as Marlar slipped beneath the table and mouth-fucked him. Once he was finished, she replaced his pants and headed off to do her normal Saturday duties. Mora watched out of the corner of her eye as Marlar buzzed around the house, happy as a lark, completing each task quickly.