1. How Lieke Became Mistress Ginger 2


    Date: 7/30/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: Bringtherapture, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    Similar bar tattoos were located on the insides of my upper left and lower right thighs, the reserved letters spelling – TEMPO and KNECHTEN – for anyone kneeling between my legs. I had gotten these just a year ago at a crucial stage of my life with Mike. Their symbolism was well-considered, expressive of my life before and after January 4, 2012, the night of Mike's heart attack. As I looked at my reflection, I considered other ways my naked body had changed. The tuft of red hair under my arm and the tangle below my belly was a return to a state before I had known Mike, while the little jade balls that capped the ends of the bars through my nipples and nestled above my left nostril and rode the ring against my clit were, like the tattoos, products of my changed relationship with Mike. As I drew a warm bath and sank into it, I continued to think about that past. I had met Mike Delos while working as an intern at his investment banking firm in Boston when I was a law student. I had first seen him from afar as he walked through the cubicles reserved for assistants and interns to his corner office. He was handsome and projected an aura of quiet power, qualities that drew me, although I had never been involved with an older man. In fact, my sexual experiences had been pretty limited and conventional, so focused had I been on rowing and my studies. Perhaps, it was also because my family belonged to a small Dutch Reformed church that I remained unconnected to the extreme liberalism ...
    in the Netherlands. Probably the past experience that first really exposed me to that was a situation that I had witnessed between Anike and Marysa, the coxswain and stroke of our Olympic boat. Anike was a very hyper and small girl with short black hair, who was openly gay, while Marysa was my size with long blond hair that was usually in a ponytail. The other girls continually teased Anika about her numerous conquests and asked why she didn't try for them. One evening I had stayed after practice to take a sauna and must have dozed off, because when I came out all of the lights were off. Passing the door to the treatment room, I heard moans and whispers. Edging to the open door, I peeked in and saw Marysa reclined on a padded table, dress pulled up, with Anika's face between her legs. My own legs went weak and I crouched down, continuing to stare. Anike's quiet, but excited comments about how she was going to make Marysa cum excited me so much that I immediately began to finger myself. Marysa was already moaning and writhing, when Anika rose and extended her left hand to push down on Marysa's mound, while her right didn't seem to be moving below. It must have been, however, because suddenly there was a low keening from Marysa. It continued to build until Anika began a hard rapid thrusting with her right hand. I responded as Marysa's vocalization became shriller, turning into repeated explosive gasps. We came simultaneously, but, while Marysa's back arched up into a vibrating ...
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