1. Love In The Trenches


    Date: 3/28/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female Domination, Mind Control, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    ‘We could just talk.’ We showered together. I soaped her breasts and her back and her ass, rinsing her flax and spent vagina and licking it to a lazy half-climax while the water splattered on my head and back. I made the bed and washed the dishes before she emerged from the bathroom all dressed and made up. She pecked a kiss on my lips, careful not to undo her lipstick. ‘Now you really have to go. I’m late for mass as it is.’ She didn’t strike me as a religious person, but she was wearing a church-going dress unlike the one she wore yesterday. ‘Be a doll and call me a cab, will you? The number is by the phone. Tell them it’s for Miss Susan, they’ll know.’ I did as I was told. She locked after us and we went down the elevator together. ‘Will I see you tonight?’ ‘You want more of my farts?’ I felt the blood rush to my face. She saw it and laughed. ‘We could just talk.’ ‘Talk? Sounds boring.’ ‘Or whatever.’ ‘Whatever, huh? I could settle for whatever. But no. I’ve got things to do. Look me up at the bar one of these days.’ She pecked me again in the lobby and was out the front door without looking back. Through the tainted glass, I saw the driver holding open the door of the limo for her and drive off. When I stepped out, they had already turned the corner. I walked the few blocks to my apartment, stopping by the grocery store. The air was cool but the sun was still out. My feelings were torn between joy, confusion and my usual sadness. Back in my apartment, I slumped into my ...
    armchair but didn’t turn on the television set. I pondered on what had happened last night and this morning. I could not ban Susan from my mind. Her tired face, her soft body with the sagging breasts, the broad behind, the grey pubic bush, the messy vagina. How had this happened? She was not the kind of woman I would ever have noticed, much less thought of in a sexual way. Much less fallen in love with. And yet I knew I had. Somewhere between our first cigarette together at the bar and the quickie – her quickie – in the shower, I had lost my soul in the lush folds of her body. Or was it more than her body? I remembered the feeling of helplessness, of being unable – unwilling? – to escape from the thralls of her dominion. For dominion it had been, utter and complete domination. She had not dragged me at gun point into her apartment and into her bed. She had not tied me down or raped me in my sleep. She had not forced me into her unwashed vagina. Why, I had even allowed her to fart into my mouth. Not bad for someone who only yesterday had been a complete stranger. I changed and left the apartment to take the subway to the office. It was deserted, as it would be on a Sunday, and that fitted me well. I worked on some backlog until late, trying to forget Susan and my need of her. Chapter VI: ‘Are you truly sorry, or did you just say that?’ I was back at the bar on Monday night, barely home from work and after a quick shower, but Susan wasn’t there. I asked Jeff and he said she’d ...
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