Multifacet

[Honey_B]

Multifaceted

Multifaceted is the story of a woman with multiple personalities.
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Snapping open the newspaper, the tall blonde begins to scan the personal ads, her blue eyes widening with interest at a new entry:

Wealthy, Married Couple ISO Mystery...
Sybaritic Couple Seeks Woman To Complete An Anniversary Celebration --

She should be exciting, adventuresome, and unpredictable.
We promise a memorable weekend. Interested parties should
contact us before August 31 at (***) * * * - * * * *


After a quick consultation with the others, the blonde calls the number and a male voice answers. The woman's sensual charm seduces him with ease. She convinces him that she is the one the couple needs while revealing almost nothing about herself. After making arrangements to meet them, the blonde disconnects.

In her datebook, the woman writes, "The bar at the Hotel Inter-Continental, 5:00 p.m. Wear red dress."

 

[Honey_B]

4:45 pm, The Hotel Inter-Continental, the bar just off the lobby

Cassandra Turner sipped from the glass of Chardonnay in front of her, willing herself to be calm. Though her cool demeanor gave no hint, her mind was in turmoil. She tried not to fume, but the blond woman couldn't help it. How many times had she gotten into situations like this, forced into them by her myriad personalities. She wished she knew which one of them had answered the couple's personal ad. It would have appealed to the erotic nature of most of them. Nobody would admit it to her, though. It didn't matter really. Cassandra had been the one nominated to meet them.

She ran her fingers through her short blond hair. She hated it short, but whenever she tried to grow it long, one of the male personalities had it cut.

Cassandra looked at her watch - 4:46. She began to feel excited. When she had found out about this date, she had to admit she had been intrigued. A relationship with this couple could provide a genesis for her next project. Cassandra had become a bestselling author, in part, by basing her work on the many exploits of her personalities.

Unable to help herself, Cassandra glanced at her watch - 4:47

 

[ranajja]

Marianne

She reached for her wine glass and took a slow sip, savoring the bittersweet liquid. She closed her eyes as a slow warmth coursed from the base of her throat, down her chest, creeping slowly downwards. Tsk, tsk, wine on an empty stomach. If I keep this up, I’ll be easy to take advantage of, she thought with a smile.

She reached down and took her present out of its pink striped box. A black gown with a matching black thong. She shrugged out of her robe, skin tingling once again as the cool air kissed her bare flesh. She took the thong first, standing as she slid the thong up over her full hips and settled the back piece comfortably between her smooth cheeks.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and was pleased with what she saw: pert breasts, slim waist, nice ass—or so he always said—

She sat again and smoothed lotion over her freshly shaved legs, enjoying the sensation of skin sliding over skin. Marianne closed her eyes, fantasizing briefly of someone else’s hands on her skin, massaging her back, her ass, the inside of her thighs…at first imagining his strong sure touch, then the fantasy changed, evolving into smaller, slender hands, with a gentle, seductive touch…

Her eyes popped open and she shook her head. She glanced at her watch and grimaced—she was supposed to meet him in the lobby in 15 minutes…


Fourteen minutes later, feeling barely clothed, yet dressed to the nines, she rode the elevator down to the lobby—sleek sandals, bare legs, the “little black dress” that he loved—and hair up, exposing her sensitive neck…

 

[DriveSouth]

Max -

They had whispered lurid secrets into one another’s ears for years. The secret desires of each had been spilled to the other long ago and increasingly the hint of actually following through played in their heads.

It had begun reliving shared erotic encounters. Quickly from there they had shared the most erotic moments from their past, each more hot, more revealing than the previous. Then the most secret desires from each of their hidden places were bared and fuel was poured onto an already raging passion.

He hurried, running late for a 5:30 rendezvous with the sexiest woman he’d ever known.

He had purchased her lingerie again, like every other anniversary and like every other, he longed to see he model it for him. He longed to see her remove it for him. Piece by silky piece it would slide off her delicate skin to the floor. Her hips would rock in time with some seductive piece of music that he’d likely never have heard.

His member hardened as his mind was flooded with images of hot nights past and he had to adjust himself as he walked along. Pushing his hard dick to the side, he hurried on.

Max’s mind played wonderfully hot games with him, especially when Marianne had taken on the task of planning their 10th wedding anniversary celebration. A long weekend, a nice hotel, and who knows what else she had in store.

 

[lusty00]

Damn, all parts are taken. If allowed I would like to assert some of my own creativity and introduce a new character. I'm an old friend of Marianne and spot Marianne, her husband and another woman at the bar in Hotel Inter-Continental where My character....Julie will be staying.

 

[ranajja]

Red dress…red dress….made Marianne think of one of those erotic shows on cable television...

A shiver of delightful anticipation danced over her skin as the elevator doors opened. She took one last quick glance into the mirrored wall of the elevator.

Okay, it’s now, or never.

She glanced around the lobby. Well, Max wasn’t here yet…but what about her?

Marianne thought about the ad she’d placed—they’d placed. They’d fantasized about together, role-played together, written wonderfully erotic stories together, and often their stories were of three-somes—sometimes men, sometimes women. Both scenarios turned them on, so she’d placed two ads, one requesting a male, the other a female—and waited to see which would respond first.

Marianne was undecided—she’d only been with men and it was much easier for her to fantasize about another man watching her with desire. But, lately, influenced by how aroused Max was at the thought of another woman, Marianne had become intrigued, and bit obsessed, about the touch of another woman…

Max had answered when she’d called, and Marianne had leaned close to listen. The husky feminine voice convinced both of them…and now, here she was, looking for a woman in a red dress….

Marianne felt her heart skip a beat, and her nipples begin to harden as she glimpsed a flash of red over in the candlelit bar...

 

[Lustyoo]

ignore previous post

love the story line

 

[Honey_B]

Cassandre Turner

Cassandra was perceptive enough to feel someone's eyes on her. She raised her head and saw a completely captivating woman standing at the entrance of the bar.

Marianne

She knew the woman's name from someone else's memory. A flicker of recognition passed between them as it often can between two women.

A thought made Cassandra almost panic. Should she meet her at the door or wait at her table. Marianne answered the question for her by moving towards the blonde.

As she approached, Cassandra could see how truly lovely she was. It wasn't just that Marianne had a memorable face or an alluring body, which she did. No, it was the total effect the woman presented; the way she moved - confidently, her magnetic charm - drawing other in. Cassandra's nervousness increase, but she also felt more aroused.

Say something!

"Hello, you must be Marianne. I am Cassandra Turner. Won't you please sit down. Is your husband with you?" The words tumbled out and she blushed.