I started dating my wife 12 years ago. At the time we met she was 25 and I was 26. A few words about Aly, my then girlfriend, she can be shy in a cute way and tends to be more conservative or at least at the time I thought so. Now after knowing her for 12 years I would say she is very much like the stereo typical wild librarian behind the glasses and conservative dress. She has a warm, sensuous smile with the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen. Her hair is ash blond, she has nice firm 34C breasts with succulent nipples and long toned legs that are to die for. I was immediately attracted to her at first sight. Through the first weeks of our relationship we grew close very quickly and like any new couple the sex was nonstop and hot. This story takes place after two months of us meeting.nnShe lived in NYC at the time and I lived in Washington, DC. So we typically saw each other on weekends ??“ giving a lot of money to Amtrak. This particular weekend we met at the beach house she had rented with some friends at the Jersey Shore. nnI managed to get out of work a little early hoping to beat the traffic; I called Aly to let her know I would arrive around 5:30. It had been a long week and I found myself looking forward to a quiet night, some drinks, dinner, great sex and then bed. nnI was not expecting the night I was soon to experience. When I got there, she was dressed in a white t-shirt that clung to her every curve and a short skirt that showed off those long shapely legs. She was a site to be seen with her full breasts straining against the fabric showing her dusky nipples. At this first sight of her I could feel my cock stirring with anticipation. nnIt had been a week since we had seen each other and it was apparent that we were both passionate about each other in the way we embraced and kissed each other hello. I knew that I was in love with this girl and that I would one day marry her.

Kay moved a small overnight bag from one seat of her settee and plonked herself down in the space. How did she come to have so much stuff? It must have multiplied rapidly in the moving van. nnSomewhere in the house was her comb, her make up, hopefully her toothbrush. Running her hand through her shoulder length blonde hair Kay felt the knots and shuddered. During the week she was never usually seen without a smart suit, full war paint and a neat French pleat in her hair. Even at weekends she would pull it back with bands or clips. Her colleagues at work wouldn't believe she could look quite so scruffy.nn"Relaxed, stressed out but relaxed, if that's possible."nnShe had always promised herself a smart townhouse as soon as she could afford the deposit and six months earlier had met her target. Now all she had to do was keep up the mortgage repayments and it was hers forever.nnThe rain continued to pelt against the windows and she heard the unmistakable sound of a cat flap being used. A bedraggled and obviously deeply insulted black and white cat walked towards her and stopped. It was waiting for something, Kay just wasn't sure what the something was.nnA sigh escaped her as she got to her feet. Even sitting for a couple of minutes showed her how out of condition she was. There was a gym just a few minutes from her new home though and that was another thing on her 'to do' list. Annual membership.nnA box on the longer kitchen counter said, amongst other things, 'tea towels' on the label and she rummaged until she found a slightly fluffy one and returned to the living room. The cat had made itself comfortable in the vacated space on the settee and Kay leant over and began rubbing the damp fur.

Thursday - February 23, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the Twelfth Day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnIt begins:nnI sleep in. It is 11:00 AM when I finally awake.nnI go to the lower level of our bungalow and see my friends munching on food.nn"Amy, I forgot to mention that Frank and Ann would like us to have lunch today with them."nn"Oh ok, I have no plans."nnJenn asks, "What is it with them? They ask for you guys so much."nnI turn my robe-covered ass to her, slap it and say, "They can not get enough of our white tails that's all."nn"Say by the way how did your day go yesterday?"nnStace opens her mouth, "My God Heather, I had the best fuck of my life by a black stranger. Jenn and I asked Trudy for a Dungeon special. We mentioned that playing around should include to be done by someone will never see or know. You know one of those things you can carry around for the rest of your life with pleasant memories. He may have been ugly as sin, but I have not seen any ugly guys here, so I am okay that a reasonably good-looking black guy got a taste of me and enjoyed his trip. I wonder how Trudy selects the guys.

Wednesday - February 22, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the eleventh day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnI wake up with a soft, warm black hand on my left breast and a morning woodie in the crack of my butt.nnI lie on my side trying to sort things out.nnI remember Chuck getting into bed with me. nnIs this Chuck or someone else? Did I get drugged? Is this what Maria was inferring about being horny?nnI hear this light snoring so the guy has to be asleep.nnI close my eyes, place my hand over this guy's hand on my tit, and remember what Maria had said.nnShe was right; I am horny after everything yesterday. Am I turning in to a nympho?nnI hear, "Good morning, Heather," into my neck with a breast squeeze.nn"MMMM! Good morning, what are your orders from Mistress Trudy for today?"nn"I am to stay with you until you dismiss me."nnChuck reaches for my chin.

Tuesday - February 14, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the third day of a fourteen-day vacation with the hope of turning a ten-year fantasy into reality. It is happening. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnIt begins:nnThe phone is ringing which wakes me up. I look at the clock and it is 10 AM. I grab the phone and the voice says, "This is Mistress Trudy. May I speak with Heather or Amy?"nn"This is Heather."nn"Is Amy around there, Heather?"nn"Yes, but she is in the shower."nn"Is it possible for you and Amy to slip into swim wear and as you near the pool make a left and come to the Dungeon?"nn"Let me check with Amy."nnI check. "Yes we can."nn"Great, breakfast will be waiting."nnAs Amy and I are walking our way to the pool, we experience the usual comments from the guys seeing us in our very skimpy swimsuits. Amy asks as we walk along, "I wonder what's up with this visit to the Dungeon that Mistress Trudy desires.

The mirror didn't lie, Laurie was beautiful and she knew it. Who was her husband, soon to be ex-husband to treat her otherwise. He was a "conceded little terd" she lipped the words as she pressed the lipstick gloss against her upper lip lining the edge of the tube and the ridge curb of the cliff carefully. then she leaned back and pressed her lips together, kissing her reflection. Her blonde hair hung out shoulder length and her frame was slim but curvy, with a well bloomed 36c chest. Her nails were long and manicured and her eye lashes extended. The only thing that bothered her about what she saw in the mirror was who she was dressing up for. nnThe marriage hadn't always been sour- but in her mind she reasoned Tom loved golf more than her. In actuality she never loved him anyway- he was a means to an end and though she pretended during the courtship to be some sexual tiger- she was actually pretty frigid, not only with him, that was just her nature. nnThis was going to be the time she told him that she was leaving him, so she wanted to look her best to be sexy alluring and then deny him any of it, cutting him off completely- she wanted to hurt him the most that she could. nnShe walked by a romance picture of them in a whine glass that hung on the wall. It was when they were first together, but she passed by without a glance. "Poor Tom." she said aloud as she flicked her long tongue across her teeth with a snake's grin- your 're not going to see this coming. She picked the best of her jewelry that he had bought for her and dressed up her wrists, neck and ears accordingly. then waited for him where the kitchen and the living room met. nnand waited. nnand waited, clicking her nails on the counter as the moments passed. She began to consider what things she would fight for in the divorce, then win and pitch in the trash. nnShe heard his car pull up and run from the car up the stairs to the door, it opened and he smiled at her, "Wow babe- you look great!

I always looked forward to going out to this one particular client. For one, the work was easy and I was out of the office. Two, there was a girl that sometimes worked there who intrigued me. She was the manager of one of the ice cream shops that we did the accounting work for. When she was not at the store, she was usually at the main office working on the computer for one reason or another. nnI first started seeing her during the winter months, and when I did, she was always wearing heavy and loose clothing. As a matter of fact, the first few times I saw her, she did not really strike me as good looking. But about the third or fourth time, the way she talked to me and to others, and her overall body language, not to mention her youngish-looking face and innocent smile, made me look at her in a different way. She was damn cute, and what's more.she had that 'look'. That potential to be a wild lover and it was then I really began to wonder what her prowess between the sheets would be like. I could only hope I would be able to find out.nnI never knew how old she was, but by her looks and that most of the people managing the stores appeared to be young people; I guessed that she was between 21-24. The last time I was out at this client's, I checked the personnel file and found out she was 22. nnMy wife and I were unique in that we had an open marriage. There was not much in the way of rules, but one of them was that any girl I spent time with had to be at least 21, and any guy she spent time with could not be over 50. Don't ask. Another part of the rules was that we always shared our experiences with one another, and although it was not a rule per se, it was always assumed that one or the other could not get more than the other. She was up on me the past few months, and I was hoping that Lindsay (that's her name) would be up for some overtime at least one day during the next couple of days I was going to be at this client's office, even though it was never a given that she'd be there at all.nnThe next time I was there was really the first time it was warm out in almost six months!

"Get the hell away from him!," he heard snarled savagely as he was jerked away. "You will not reward this.piece of crap!" He heard the words just as he heard the kicks. It sounded unfamiliar in its bitter anger. Shadow heard the man cry out. He'd struck a sensitive area with one of his last kicks. Shadow responded instinctively. He snarled a similar response and attacked! Only to scream away in terrified horror as he scored a hit and was seared with the blood. He tucked his tail and fled. Only he was blind. He stumbled over people, chains, children, and even bodies. He didn't know Collin was chasing him. The blood was burning him! Literally, he realized as he smelled the burning flesh and fur. He rolled still too scared to think straight. A phoenix! The slaver was a phoenix.