Ben’s lips never left mine as he pushed me gently onto the bed. His hands found his way to my breasts, and soon he broke away from me just long enough to pull my shirt off. He tossed it in the corner of the room. He admired the ghosts of hickeys he’d left the week before. His body was covered in them as well. He reached behind me to unhook my bra, but he had so much trouble that I unhooked it myself. His hand was cold as he took massaged my pale breast. I felt my nipples harden as I leaned back. We smiled at each other as he got on top of me. His mouth found my breasts, as he sucked them aggressively. I wanted nothing more than to feel his soft lips all over my body. I grinded my body against his, causing my desire to grow. He kissed his way down my body, until he was reaching for the waistband of my pants.

Black coffee just wouldn't cut it today. "May I have a mocha please?" I ask looking somewhere between his ear and eye, then looking immediately at something else. I have learned not to look into their eyes, unless Daddy said I could. Mmmm yes, mocha! I needed something with a bit of flavor in it today. We don't have days like these very often. In the middle of my indulgent thoughts, he slides his hand around the back of my neck, and rubs my left shoulder a bit before he says, "Make that two." That is his way of showing he is proud of me. He pays, seats me, and returns to the counter to wait for our coffees. When he returns, we start talking about our day: that new place we went for lunch, the get-together we are having tonight, and how hard it is to get the dog to tell the difference between grass and carpet. You know, the basics. The other customers have slowly left. The owner begins to close the blinds and lock the doors, like usual. She smiles at us. "Take your time, no rush. I will be here for a while." Daddy nods, and I go to the counter where I ask her if she is hiring. My full lips covered in a pretty nude pink are only the start of it. She laughs and says, "Oh, I think we just might be. Other than coming here every Saturday, do you have any experience?" as she puts her elbows on the counter, laying her hands across the top of it. I can't help but watch her movements. Slow, purposeful. I start to lean in a bit, and then I pause. Slowly, a look of disappointment crosses my face. My eyes drop to the counter, then I proceed to tell her, "He said that I would need experience to work here, but I didn't believe him."

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Joe wasn't your typical uber driver. He was thoughtful and caring and thought about others before his own needs. He was an athletic guy, he had broad shoulders, strong arms and abs well defined to be a Herculean statue. Standing at six feet even he patiently waited for the gal that he had bought uber decals for her vehicle.

I had been going to yoga class for a few months. My life was proving to be super stressful and I needed something to relax and make me feel like I was at least trying to look after myself. I loved the class: I left full of energy but relaxed each time and feeling at peace with myself. I had made a few friends with whom I sometimes went to a bar after the class. One of the recurring topics we talked about on those nights was the affair we were 100% sure the yoga instructor and a personal trainer were having. He used to come at the same time each session to train with his customer right in front of our transparent walls. We were sure he stayed for a few hours afterward too, just with a different company. We spotted the looks they shot each other when he passed by our room when only the glass walls and their duties as gym employees separated them. We also saw that he stayed waiting by the lockers when we were all filing down the hallway to shower and go back home. Our class was the last of the day, so we were always debating if they just directly went to one of their apartments, or if they would have dinner together first if their neighbors would hear them...

I was not expecting you to be as handsome as you were. You were taller than I imagined, your features more dynamic, your eyes alight. They gave me butterflies.

I recognized your beautiful broad shoulders catch the light as you entered. Your strong body moving through an undulating crowd, the air thick with sounds, smells, and flavours. I hoped desperately that you’d notice me, bound to my chair, gagged, and eager, tucked into a dark corner to watch.

I hadn’t ever tried anything like it before. Bound only by your command, I laid as still as possible while your hands roamed my body.

I was nervous. Well, I was shitting my pants, to tell you the truth. I had been thinking of a nipple piercing for some time now, but of course, I had done a search on YouTube and seeing the people scream with pain had dissuaded me. Until now. One day, God knows why, you have to have the piercing done, and no one can persuade you otherwise. So, you go and do it.

Eric checked himself in the mirror yet again. He was getting some lunch, to catch up with his old friend, Julia. He had known her since high school, and had been in love with her for just as long. Even though they were just friends, and nothing more—Julia had certainly never thought of him that way—butterflies still rose in his stomach at the thought of seeing her.

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I wondered what it felt like to be a panther. To crawl up the bed, from the feet to the head, over him. To pin his hands down, and take control of everything happening in bed. I wanted to be in charge, to feel that power. I dressed for the occasion: platforms, and a see-through black dress that showed the scarce underwear, that barely covered my bush or my tush. My breasts were supported by a lycra bra surrounding them, but no cover, so that my nipples were clearly visible through the dress. My hair was tied high, and tight in a braided ponytail. I walked dressed up like this for the whole afternoon, to build up the character and the bravery I needed to pull my act off for the first time.