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Natalie felt the breeze occasionally reach under her skirt, and it reminded her just how bare and wet she still was.

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The Language of Flowers

Lady Charlotte’s maid entered the sitting room carrying a small bouquet of flowers.  Lady Charlotte immediately laid aside her novel to receive the flowers.

“Flowers, my lady,” the maid said handing her the bouquet.  There was no card, but the flowers themselves carried the message.  She ran her fingers over the sprigs of rosemary, the herb’s scent crisp and almost astringent scent clinging to her fingers.  So, this will be an assignation that I won’t forget.  She mused, considering the herb’s meaning .

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Night

The heat broke with sunset.  The air was still damp, but finally cool. The temperature kept dropping as it got darker.

I had the house to myself, and I was getting ready for bed.  I stayed in shower letting the cool water pull the heat from my skin.  I’d been sleeping nude, so I dried off but didn’t bother with clothes.  I tied my hair up in a messy knot, wanting its damp weight off my back.

As I was locking up, the breeze flowing through the screen door was irresistible.  The yard was dark, and I could see the mist rolling in.  There wasn’t even much of a moon.
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Victoria Finds Her Man… Two of Them

 Read the entire story here: [Part 1 Working Late]  [Part 2 All Wrapped up in Work] [Part 3: What Vicki Did at the Ritual]  [Part 4: Victoria Finds Her Man… Two of Them]

Vicki lay back on the pile of cushions shrugging out of the robe so it lay underneath her like a sheet.
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Bishara laid beside her, his kohl darkened eyes and shaved head reminded her of Djet, but there was something jarring about seeing the makeup and the ancient affectation on a modern man.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

She nodded, not entirely sure what she needed to be ready for.  At this point, she was certain she wanted this magician and not only for his magic.

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Going Bare

Julia left her aesthetician’s office, her skin warm and hypersensitive. She’d been going for years, suffering the brief flood of pain for the smooth, hairless mons and labia she had come to love. The drive home was the hardest part, as Julia wiggled and shifted in her car, unable to find relief. Her skin tingled, and she wanted nothing more than strip out of her clothes to remove any pressure from her over-stimulated skin. waxing 1

Once home, Julia strips as she walks through the door. Tossing her thin summer dress aside, her panties were stowed in her purse, as she had learned years ago that after a waxing she couldn’t abide the feeling of undergarments. The air currents against her newly bared skin made her shudder.
She ran the shower, wanting to wash away any remaining tidbits of wax. The water cooled her over-heated skin, and Julia gently soaped her mons. Her aesthetician was good, and Julia didn’t actually expect to find any wax remaining behind. But she slipped her soapy fingers between her smooth, hairless lips.

Julia had told a lover once that she loved being hair-free because it increased her range of feeling. There was no hair to lessen the tactile feel of a finger or tongue anywhere on her. Like now, as she slowly ran her fingers over and inside her labia, there was nothing between her skin and her fingers. She cupped her hand over mons, letting her finger caress her clit, rubbing it slowly while her palm slid over her newly denuded flesh.wax 3

She knew that she should let her skin rest, allow it time to lose some of its pinkness, some of its sensitivity. But the slick skin was already so wet from the cruel waxing ministrations, and she was already in the shower. She continued her slow movements, the water running down her body adding a teasing element. Julia leaned back against the shower wall, the cool tile doing nothing to lessen her heat.

She reached up and removed the shower head and spent a moment getting the water to be the perfect temperature. Julia turned the settings on the device, the rainfall pattern becoming a single jet of water. She ran the jet over her nipples, feeling the water pound on her skin. She gave a small moan, and lowered the showerhead. With her freehand, she spread open her lips, and positioned the spray of water lower.

She moved the water slowly down her chest and over her belly. The water ran down between her spread lips, teasing her with its soft touch. The runoff was never going to be enough to get her off, but she was enjoying the buildup. She inched the water lower, tilting her hips to find the perfect angle. Finally the rough spray of water reaches her tender skin, the skin so newly abused by the waxing. Julia gasps the stinging of the water a wonderfully welcome sensation.

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She luxuriates in the feeling, slowly moving the water, always avoiding her clit for the time being. Julia’s frustration builds and keeping herself just on the edge slowly becomes overwhelming. She gives in directing the spray of water directly on her clit and a moan is torn from her. She cums quickly, her pussy clenching, and the shower head slipping from her hand.

When the water sprays past her, pounding the ceiling, she pulls herself together and grabs for the shower head. She replaces it in its holder. She steps from the shower already thinking about how the towel will feel on her sore skin.

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Hali’s Day at the Beach

Hali lay in the beach soaking up the summer sun.  Overhead the gulls wheeled and called to each other, casting brief shadows over Hali.

She lay her back. Her naked breasts rubbed against the rough sand.  She bent her legs, enjoying the feeling of moving them.  She crossed her ankles and slowly rocked her upraised calves back and forth.  She’d chosen a secluded stretch of beach, a place a little too rocky for most people to want to make the trek.  Hali wasn’t a big fan of people.

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Sex Magick

“You want to go to a what?!” Julia couldn’t believe what her friend Vicki was asking. Of course, Julia mused, Vicki hadn’t been the same since she came back from Egypt [part 1 and part 2].  Before her trip, Victoria hadn’t expressed any interest in the occult; however, since she had returned she had an insatiable drive to learn everything about it.

“It’s a coven meeting” Vicki began, but Julia cut in.

“No, this isn’t a praise the god and goddess, dance around a bonfire coven – This is a,” her voice dropped, “a sex cult.”

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A Day in the Park

I wore the dress Sir gave me, a thin blue sundress. He, as always, had told me to forgo panties. 

We walked through the park together.  As we walked I could feel the cool breeze blow under my skirt, Sir told me to let the skirt blow, no holding it down.  The day, while cool, was beautiful, so  I was surprised at how empty the park was. 

We reached a distant corner of the grounds, the well-tended trees and hedges giving way to wilder, unkempt bushes and uncut lawns. Clearly this was a section not expecting visitors. Sir led me down an overgrown path, the shrubs tugged at my clothes. The path didn’t extend far from the main path.  The overgrown trail dead ended with a concert bench. The bench was shaded by the overgrown trees. 

Sir stopped. He stood behind me, uniting the halter of my dress, baring my tits to the sun and sky. I glanced behind us at the trail. The overgrown nature offered some privacy, but not entirely. Anyone who took a few steps off the main path would see us.  The breeze, and the exposure had my nipples rock hard. 

Sir stayed behind me, his hands cupping my naked breasts, his warm palms rubbed my nipples. I moaned and leaned into him, my back pressed against his chest. 

“Does my girl like having her titties played with in my public?” He asked, pinching my nipples softly. 

“Yes, Sir,” I gasped as he pinched harder.  

He pulled my nipples stretching them. I whimpered quietly, worried about someone hearing me. Sir dropped one nipple his hand drifting over my belly. He tugged my skirt up, and I felt the cool air on my pussy.  

In the distance, I heard voices in the park. I blushed. 

“Are you wet, slut?” Sir asked, in his regular tones.

I nodded, terrified that someone would hear us.  

Sir, slapped my tits, “Are you wet, slut?” He was louder this time.

I couldn’t hear the voices, maybe they had passed by our little corner of the park.

I nodded again. 

“Bad girl,” he growled at me. “Go to that bench, slut. I want your ass up, and tits on the concrete. Now.” His voice was angry. 

I hurried to the bench. The concrete was rough under my knees. My bare tits rested on the cold bench.  I flipped my skirt up. I was in a public park, half naked. I could feel the air on my pussy, I was sopping wet, and terrified we would get caught.
“You’re being a bad girl,” Sir said behind me. With warning he slapped my ass, and I yelped. The force of his smack rocked me forward. The rough bench tore at my nipples.  
I heard voices in the park again. Had they heard my yelp? Were they getting closer? Sir began spanking me in earnest. I tried to stay quiet. But I let out a few whimpers and moans, and I’m sure if anyone was close enough they could hear the spanking.  

I heard one of the voices ask “Did you hear that?” 

I bit my lip as Sir finished. My ass stung and my tits burned from rubbing against​ the rough bench.  

“Your moans are going to attract an audience,” I could hear the amusement in his voice. “That’s what you are worried about isn’t it?” 

“Yes, Sir. I heard voices. I’m afraid someone might see us.” I said.  
His hands caressed my naked ass, “But you love an audience, slut. I recall you inviting a stranger to fuck you, the last time you had an audience.” His hand drifted between my thighs, “just the thought of an audience has you dripping wet.” Sir said. He rubbed my wetness against my asshole.  

The voices carried over the trees. It was a man and woman, and the jingle of a dog’s collar. From the sound of it, they were playing catch. 

Sir kept working on my ass, stretching me and lubing me with my own wetness. He leaned down to whisper to me. “I’m going to fuck your ass,” he growled. “I’m going to use you hard, and unless you want that couple to hear you, you’ll have to be quiet.” 

I felt him behind me, his cock pressed against my ass. He slowly pressed inside of me. I bit my lip, trying not to groan. He stretched me, with a slight burn. I let out a soft moan when I felt his thighs against mine. In the background, the couple called their dog, whistling and clapping for the animal.  

Sir grabbed my hips, and started thrusting. I think he wanted to make me cry out. He thrust faster, and I groaned. 

“Reach between your legs, slut,” he said, “Make yourself cum.”

I slowly reached between my legs, Sir had stopped thrusting. His cock filled my ass. My fingers found my clit, and I was sopping wet.  

“Start rubbing, slut” he ordered.  

I started rubbing. I moaned as quietly as I could.  I could hear the woman telling the dog to fetch.

“Stop biting your lip,” he said, and started thrusting again. He quickly moved to pounding. My nipples were raw from the friction. I rubbed frantically at my clit. I knew I should be quiet, but I just wanted, no needed to cum, and I didn’t think I could do it quietly.

I moaned, loud. I thought I heard the couple and their dog. I thought about getting caught. Then I stopped thinking as an orgasm tore through me. I know I let loose a torrent of sounds that only come from sex. But I didn’t care. I kept rubbing as Sir hasn’t given me permission to stop.  
My clit was incredibly sensitive, but I kept my fingers moving on it.  Sir jerked hard on my hips, and moaned as he came. 


In the ensuing silence, we both heard the couple.  The man was calling the dog a good boy and telling it to eat something.  The woman was… moaning.

Sir pulled my skirt down and helped me stand.  He nodded in the direction of the unmistakable sounds of sex.  I smiled and nodded.  We crept to the edge of our clearing. There on  overgrown lawn lay a woman and her puppy, well a kink puppy in full leather suit.  The puppy had his face buried in pussy.  

I glanced up at Sir, shocked at brazen display of kink in public. 

He smiled, “The Dunegon rented the park for the day.” 

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