Culturally, we condemn paid sex, but when performed with respect and care, it can be life-changing for both parties. This is an account of how I discovered a highly unconventional way to help a troubled woman handle jealousy.
I am the worlds most jealous person. I am not by any stretch of the imagination, breezy. In fact, I can safely say this word will never be used to describe me. Even the thought of my boyfriend merely looking at a girl, makes me want to run away and be single for the rest of my life.
This writing was inspired by a photo that I saw on FetLife. A sub showed a picture of a coffee pot and two coffees. The caption started off by saying that “this will be unpopular to the masses”. One of the things that this sub does is serve her partner coffee when requested. When did kink get so silly that we have to label a service that we do as unpopular because you think it’s not what the masses would like? That is so sad to me. My Mistress loves coffee and I serve her coffee from my knees on the regular. I also negotiated that if we ever add another submissive to our dynamic that serving coffee is mine. It’s that important to me and us. I could care less about what other people think of it because it’s very important to us.
A threesome isn't how our friendship started, but that is what eventually happened. Char and I have been friends for quite some time. We actually met through her husband, who is like a brother to me. They’ve been married going on ten years now.
Nothing hurts like watching the guy you love beg for it, it even hurts more when he tells you it’s okay. I really wonder, I mean I don’t know how most girls did it but to me breaking your virginity is the hardest thing ever. Although I wish I was not a virgin, but most times I wonder….
You were cold and avoided me since you have broken my heart. As far as I have to stay the part of your family, you have many chances to show it to me. Family dinner, random meetings... you just abominate to sit next to me. You are polite. Very polite. But i can see it in your eyes, in your moves. I hate it. You are nice and nervous and I feel like i would be the last human, you ever wanna see, talk to, touch, love? You still call me 'Baby'in spite of I am not your baby anymore.Of course you do it accidentally and I got it, but it is annoying, it hurts. YOU wanted to be friends, because 'we were really good friends before'and now YOU can't deal with it.
‘Turn the lights off,’ said Example,’I don’t like watching a movie with the lights on. Please.’ She turned the lights off then set next to him. The light of the television was enough to brighten the room. It wasn’t dark at all even thought he had chosen a horror movie that set at night which she didn’t like.
(From the Author: this is Part 5...you can read Part 1-4 by checking out my profile! I hope you are enjoying so far!)