Salvor-Hardon
A kiss is still a kiss
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Ok so here are my two fantasies.......
First one more possible but kind very dark. I seduce a co-worker, slowly teasing and flirting until I convice her to go too far. The upstanding prim proper howling and screaming, begging to be fucked and pounded. Then next day, I show her the video of our romp, threatening to expose her for a nasty little slut rather than the facade she has so carefully presented. Unless of course she gives me more.
Each new tryst gets kinkier, wilder, and of course feeds more of my ammunition to hold over her. Until she is at the point "she eagerly offers what professional blush to hear", and I send the tape to her husabnd and pastor and mother anyway.
The second, more impossible is straight out of the male id. Sitting on a throne, a pair of scantily glad women at my feet. Before me the arena, sand and dirt floored, waiting for the combatants to emerge. From either side the come, naked women, gleeming with oil, muscles flexing and tensing as they walk. Ascrima sticks in hand, they battle at my command, the crack and slap of wood on wood and occasionally flesh, fighting fiercely as the crowd cheers their favorite. One wells truck blow and the conquered warrior falls, broken and beaten. She is taken away by the guards and the victor is brought to my palace, her reward to serve her emperor.
Geez am I a twisted weirdo or what?
First one more possible but kind very dark. I seduce a co-worker, slowly teasing and flirting until I convice her to go too far. The upstanding prim proper howling and screaming, begging to be fucked and pounded. Then next day, I show her the video of our romp, threatening to expose her for a nasty little slut rather than the facade she has so carefully presented. Unless of course she gives me more.

Each new tryst gets kinkier, wilder, and of course feeds more of my ammunition to hold over her. Until she is at the point "she eagerly offers what professional blush to hear", and I send the tape to her husabnd and pastor and mother anyway.
The second, more impossible is straight out of the male id. Sitting on a throne, a pair of scantily glad women at my feet. Before me the arena, sand and dirt floored, waiting for the combatants to emerge. From either side the come, naked women, gleeming with oil, muscles flexing and tensing as they walk. Ascrima sticks in hand, they battle at my command, the crack and slap of wood on wood and occasionally flesh, fighting fiercely as the crowd cheers their favorite. One wells truck blow and the conquered warrior falls, broken and beaten. She is taken away by the guards and the victor is brought to my palace, her reward to serve her emperor.
Geez am I a twisted weirdo or what?




