Kinky

"If you’d asked me yesterday if I ever thought about doing it with Sarah Palin, I would have sworn I didn’t have the slightest interest. She’s not my type. But after what happened last night, I’m not sure how I’d answer."

"I don't know about that, pretty" Beth says, and makes a tsking noise as she steps closer. "You must have done something pretty bad to get all tied up like that." She rests her hands on his shoulders, kneading at the muscle, feeling the strain under her palms. She can feel he's nowhere near as calm as his serene grin makes him look. If she looked down she'd probably see the beginnings of a bulge in his skirt, but she doesn't look, not yet."

"He didn’t even knock either, he just pushed the door open and there I was, standing in front of the mirror by the sink, my slacks and panties pushed down around my thighs, my blouse open, and my hands doing the usual coffee-break-quickie cha-cha with my clit and my nipples."

"Life is rich for me as a devout feminist, bisexual swinger, and Switch with serious sub tendencies. Add to that a professional career in the hallowed halls of academia, marriage to a pro-feminist, Dom-leaning husband, and parenthood, and life is not only rich but full to overbrimming. And I love it that way."

"Her voice is low, and she rolls the ‘r’ so that it sounds like a purr. He recognizes her uniform: dark grey and clinging, scarlet piping, dull metal buttons, with a matching beret. This woman is a guard, and he’s seen her before. She patrols the offices with her male colleagues at ten every night. Today, she’s one hour early."

"Naked, kneeling, with my hands clasped behind my back. I lowered my head and listened to the slamming of the car door. Funny, but it never crossed my mind, not even once, to get up and do anything differently than what I was doing right then. Does one not owe it to themselves to face their destiny head on, without hesitation?"

“Please, Dan, don’t rush me.” She said it sweetly, patting my hand on the steering wheel. I wasn’t hurt; but I was as puzzled as ever. Don’t rush me? At this point we’d fucked in every position that didn’t violate a law of physics. We’d done it outdoors and in several semi-public places. Her legs had been over my shoulders so often that I was starting to develop permanent indentations there, and my cock knew the way to her G-spot by heart. But she didn’t want to be “rushed” into going barefoot before me?"

"I couldn’t tell her that what I wanted was to be a utensil for her bad behavior. For her to get me going to the point where I was tired and spent; where all of my energy was released, and the only things holding me up were soft, fuzzy wrist cuffs dangling from the ceiling. "

“Oh I’m going to fuck you,” he said. And paused. Portentously. Melting her indignation with that gaze. “But I’m going to watch you finish with “Mr. Robert” first. He reached out with the vibrator, turned it on with one hand and pulled down on one of her ankles with the other, hard, her balance lost, her back slamming into the mattress. “Spread your legs, Giovanna. Show me. Show me how you touch yourself.”

"My heart is pounding and I’m feeling so nervous, but I don't want to further add to my embarrassment by letting him know how I feel. I’m such a control freak. I am here for a lesson in submission, but I am controlling my emotions before I step across the threshold..."