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My gaze swept across the room until it landed on the tall, dark stranger leaning against the far wall of the bar. He stood well over six feet tall. His broad shoulders filled out a black button-down shirt, his jaw was shadowed with stubble and his eyes were intense. There was something in his posture that suggested he might let me take control in ways that went far beyond ordinary sex.

I finished my drink, set the glass down, and crossed the room to greet him. He introduced himself as “Marcus.” Our conversation started light, but I quickly steered it in the right direction. I mentioned how most people bored me and how I preferred partners who were willing to explore unusual pleasures. I let my fingers brush his wrist when I reached for another drink and noticed him smirk. Marcus admitted he had never tried anything like that before, yet the curiosity in his voice told me he wanted to. I leaned closer, describing in detail how I liked to dress a man in soft padding, how I enjoyed the intimacy of changing his diaper and holding him close while he surrendered.

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The moonlight turned the white sand into a sheet of silver. In the distance, the thumping bass of the gala continued, but here, there was only the rhythmic *shhh-shhh* of the tide licking the shore. Julian pulled me into the shadow of a towering palm tree. “If your Husband finds out we left the party…” “Let him find out,” I breathed, my hands already fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt. *Pop.* A button flew into the sand. He groaned, pinning me against the rough bark of the tree. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Kara.” “I’ve always liked the danger,” I whispered, my voice a jagged edge of desire.

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M was dressed in a frilly pink dress, complete with lace trim and a bow at the back. His long hair was tied up in a ponytail, revealing his ears had been pierced with tiny hoops. I approached him slowly, taking in every detail of his appearance. “M,” I purred, “you look absolutely stunning. I must say, you’re quite the pretty little sissy girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress Stella,” he whispered, as he looked up at me. His eyes filled with hope and anticipation. “I’ve always dreamed of being a sissy girl.” I circled him, as I examined his appearance from every angle. “You know why you’re here, don’t you?” I asked, playfully.

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There I was, standing in front of your desk with my arms crossed, trying to look more confident than I felt. You leaned back in your leather chair with your fingers clasped together. A smug little smile played on your mouth like you already knew how this would end. “Amber,” you said, dragging my name out slowly like it tasted good to say it. “You’ve been with the company three years. You want the senior account manager position, right?”

“Obviously,” I said, confidently. “I’ve outperformed everyone on my team.” You stood up and walked around the desk to lean in, close enough that I could smell your cologne. “But there’s a probationary period. A series of tasks. Think of it as a test of your willingness to go above and beyond.” My stomach flipped. I’d heard rumors about how you promoted people.

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I never expected to find out the way I did we’d known each other for a couple years close enough that we talked about almost anything one evening I stopped by their place unannounced because I left a bag there the night before the door was unlocked so I walked in calling out hello.

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I didn’t even make it through the first day of cosmetology school without getting into trouble with Ethan Steel. I told my best friend Brandy about our “arrangement”. I knew I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. But Brandy and I tell each other everything. We have a very special bond. I’m the only one she told about wanting to transition from Brady to Brandy. I helped her do it. We don’t keep anything from each other and we’re not going to start now. So whatever my punishment was going to be from Mr. Steel, I was ready for it. What’s really twisted is that I was actually excited. The fear of the unknown was both stimulating and arousing. The rush of adrenalin could be felt in my pounding heart and throbbing clit as I pulled up to the gate. I put in the four digit gate code and it began to open. Driving down the long, dark, and winding drive, I began to get scared, have second thoughts, and almost turned around. But the thrill of it all was just too alluring.

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The relationship between a pso and a client is much more meaningful than many people realize. While any phone sex operator will do for some clients, it’s quite the opposite for others. For some clients it takes time to gain trust and form that special bond with someone. Some take a lot longer to open up than others. And when they finally do, that connection they have with the pso is strong, real, and very precious to them. Clients have to feel very secure with someone to be able to open up and share things they have never shared with anyone else before. They confide their innermost secrets and most taboo fantasies. It might seem like this is no big deal to some people. But for others, it’s the most intimate relationship they have. And losing that can be very devastating. It’s a loss in their lives. They grieve and mourn just like any loss.

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I woke up to the smell of warm milk. That’s not a figure of speech. The air itself smelled sweet and faintly plasticky, like the inside of a bottle or a nursery left out in the sun. I looked out the window from the cabin of my spacecraft and saw a galaxy full of stars, some lavender grass, and two suns. I seemed to have landed somewhere I’d never been before.

The grass came up to my knees and smelled fragrant. It didn’t bend when I stepped through it; it just parted as I walked, like it knew I was coming. And then, I heard a crinkle. I looked yonder and saw a boy. He stood at the edge of the treeline, barefoot, and wearing a diaper so thick it changed the shape of his shadow. This boy was fully grown, the way I was, with big dark eyes that were wet at the corners. His hands twisted in front of him and the plastic of his extra thick pamper sang with every movement he made.

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The summer heat hung thick and heavy outside, but inside the kitchen, the air was crisp. The scent of crushed mint and the sharp, bright spray of citrus. The island felt cool beneath my palms as I leaned against it. On the counter lay a mound of frosty grapes, crisp cucumbers, and chilled watermelon. All waiting to be turned into something light and refreshing.

He was already at the far end of the counter, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, cracking a tray of ice into a crystal bowl. The sharp sound echoed in the quiet space, augmenting the cool breeze coming off the AC. When he looked up, his gaze caught mine. Lingering, before he picked up his glass of iced tea and walked slowly over to where I stood.

Instead of staying on his side of the island, he rounded the corner, stepping directly into my space. The heat radiating off his body was a startling, delicious contrast to the cool island at my back.

“You’re warm,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy.

“The kitchen’s supposed to be cool,” I whispered back, my breathing shallow as he set his glass down behind me, trapping me gently between… Continue reading “Ice Cubes In The Kitchen” →