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A Country Girl 2012


WHAT FINALLY HAPPENED was that I became bored. Imagine? I still found him very attractive and we seemed to fit together nicely, except when things were heating up and we were getting into it, he'd stop for a cigarette and a chat. Sometimes the conversation was interesting while he smoked, but how could that compare to the heat of where we were? Did he need a rest? Or was it not sufficiently exciting to him because it was only regular stuff - kissing, sucking, fucking, and what he really wanted was to be humiliated. He even said when we were watching what I thought was a pretty decent porno flick - that he couldn't watch it - it was too boring. So we put on one of his - lots of masks and bondage.

I quite liked his wife. We had a threesome one time - they were swingers. Whenever his wife was out of town on business, I'd ask about her. How's she doing? What's happening? There was a picture of her in a frame standing on the top of a table beside the couch where we fucked. So she was always there.

He had called me on the telephone. The telephone rang. I knew him. I had been to bed with him years ago in a swinging encounter with his ex-wife.

"Why don't you come over and whip me and piss in my face." I was flabbergasted. I couldn't hurt a fly.

"We can skip the first," he said. "My wife is out of town and I thought I could get away with it."

"It's a bad time."

The next day I had a migraine. My back ached, I felt lousy. I am not that kind of person, but poison once introduced into the mind where does it go?

When I agreed to come over the next Saturday, he said, "What do you want to do? Think of something crazy."

"I don't know what would be crazy."

"Well, we did crazy things before. Remember when you said you wanted to whip me?"

"Yes, but I don't want to be whipped."

"Wear heavy makeup."

"You know I barely wear any."

"I know."

"I wouldn't look good."

"Yes, you would."

"Why do you want me to?"

"I want you to be dominant. Do you have any garter belts?"


"Maybe I can find some things for you."

"I'd look awful."

"No you wouldn't."

"I've been eating too many croissants and have gained five pounds. I feel more like wearing a blanket."

He laughed at that.

"Anyway I can't peel off 10 pounds in two days, but I might check tomorrow at a lingerie store about a garter belt."

"I have a couple of joints." he said.

Another time, we were on the couch naked, of course, talking. He said that he had met this girl from a past life, no sex.

"She lied to me," he said. "She lied to me. I told her she needed a spanking and to take her clothes off. Her boyfriend, she and I were drinking. I told her to go and stand by the dining room table. Her boyfriend and I kept talking, and I forgot all about her. After one hour I told her she could move and dress."

"What did you think of her?"

He laughed.

"You have to be stupid to do that. And you know she couldn't believe that I hadn't spent hours planning it. I didn't know what I was going to do. I just thought of it at the last moment. It was perfect."

"I've been going for two hours," he said. "Not bad. When I do this, I can stay hard for a long time."

"Oh," he moaned, "You're the best fuck I've ever had. Absolutely, the best!"

"You look happy." I said.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"


Well, I learned that it was a stupid game - all this slave stuff. No fucking way I'm buying any rules. He can fuck around with someone else's mind. He picked the wrong person. I will not play his game. I can spot a prick when I see one. Even Matt describes himself as a prick. Says he must always win - has to control. And he's right, he is a prick. Big time.

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