Where are you?

jetaime33

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I search for you everywhere I go. I look into the eyes of strangers, seeking that glimmer. I know you're out there, I read stories about you all the time and easily slip into character, channeling my inner slut. You could be my grandfather, my co-worker, a stranger in a dark alley, a construction worker in a secluded stairwell, my dirty old neighbor....I look for you everywhere.

Only you can command me to your liking, and have me any and every way you desire. Your touch is like a flame, and I want so badly to be burned. You tease me so, forcing me to wait for release that builds up so easily when I'm in your hands. Tie me up, whore me out to your friends, spank me until I'm covered in welts, force me to the floor and abuse my dirty mouth. Teach me how to be your obedient slave. I'm ready to be yours.
 
When you first moved in next door, I could tell right away that you would be mine. You had that bookish, Librarian look about you, but the thin black choker that wound around your slender neck said "I am your fuck toy!"
I watched the removalists bring your belongings, the trappings of a single female, into your new house.
My small but lucrative, home based import business allowed me to follow your daily routine closely and discreetly.
You were an early riser and started the day with a brisk half hour walk. I was initially disappointed with you choice of attire, no yoga pants or lycra, just a plain grey track suit.
That would change very shortly if my plans grew to fruition. Your new outfit would consist of white yoga pants a couple of sizes too small so they appear almost transparent, accentuating the fact that you wore nothing underneath apart from a butterfly vibrator. A matching white lycra midriff top stretched across your braless breasts draws the attention of every passer-by to your long, pierced nipples.
Your cheeks are flushed red even before you start to do your warm ups on the grass strip out the front of my house, as per my implicit instructions.
I can easily see your large pussy lips, squashed against the material of your pants, a small wet spot already starting to form in your crotch shows me that the humiliation of your public display of near nudity is making your cunt tingle with anticipation.
After a few more leg stretches with you perfect arse pointed in my direction (I swear I can see red stripes from the last flogging I gave you) and some shoulder stretches that thrust your breasts out at me, I flick the switch on the remote that starts the vibrate humming, making you jump and signalling the start of your walk.
I have half an hour to decide what to do with you when you come back,a quivering,leaking mess, barely able to walk, craving release, but knowing it won't come until I was ready give it. Or maybe i'll give my sister a ring, she's been dying to get her hands on you since the moment she found out that you were mine to do with as I please. Mmmm, I could make her pay dearly for the privelige of shared control of my new slut.
Do I have your attention ?
 
One look across the crowded room and I know that I have you. You looked at me boldly and when I smiled you looked away but smiled too. Some girls just cannot resist an older man who just seeks them out and takes control. We are connected...what is your next move? Thomas
 
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