BORED!! Who wants to chat?

Here's my greatest current fantasy. Anyone care to right the next scene?

Looking to play with my daughter's naughty friend!

She'll never know. We've been wanting to go at it for years, but I can't stop myself anymore. Tonight is the night.

While I'm giving you a ride home, I notice the way the seat belt comfortably nestles between your breasts. You catch my glance and shyly look down at your knees as you push a locket of hair behind your ear.

I smile, embarrassed, and follow your gaze. Your skirt moves slightly with your legs as you rub your palms against them. I can only hope your calling my attention to them.

With the rain beating against the windshield, I swerve to avoid a deep puddle. My hand shoots out to keep you safe against the seat. You smile. I apologize and let me hand fall down to your thigh. I let it rest there, enjoying every inch of your warm skin that I've wanted to touch so many times.

You let lay. You smile again as you meet my eyes...

What comes next?

Question for all prospective subs: What's your favorite Twilight Zone episode? I'm watching episode 1 though 156 in the next few weeks and this could become important in the future.

I'm in very serious need of someone to keep me occupied for the next few months.

I'm looking for a full-time slave with serious kinks and a mind of her own. I'm actually a very nice person, but you would be required to be reachable and engaged in play 24 hours a day, whether at work or at play, and in return, I will take very good care of you and make you happy.

However, I'm also very open to a more casual relationship. I realize that many women are very new to their kinky side and just trying to explore. I absolutely love teaching new submissives and helping them realize their fantasies.

Is this really too much to ask? :(

Yup, I hate everyone.

Okay, I'm pretty sure I hate every person on this site now.

Can we please stop with this "warning to all other institutions" garbage? It doesn't matter how many disclaimers or pretend copyrights you post on your profile. Use of your posted material is at the webmaster's discretion.

9 times out of 10, when you agree to a site's terms and conditions, you're waving any right to any posted material. You can post that you're the devil incarnate or the chemical breakdown of the cure for cancer... it doesn't matter. It's the property of the person who owns the site. He or she owns it. Deal with it or create your own utopian fetish site. Either way, shut the fuck up and stop pretending.

Oye! why are good, serious slave so hard to come by?! I'm losing hope so quickly.

An open letter to the masked gentleman who just attempted to rob me:

I would be remiss to not begin with a sincere and heartfelt “Thank You” for choosing me as the person most likely to be in possession of anything worth value. I realize that most criminals would only take notice of physical attributes such my ratty coat with its torn lining or my ill-fitting, off the rack jeans, but not you. You were able to look passed all of this veneer and see me for who I truly am on the inside; a wealthy business man from the Mediterranean on retreat in Chelsea, Massachusetts who enjoys power brokering and getting pizza at 10pm with my pockets full of gold doubloons and priceless antiques.

However, a short word (if I may be so bold) on your form may help to better prepare you for your future mugging endeavors. Although you expertly tailed me as I exited the restaurant with my aforementioned pizza, following close enough to easily bash my skull in with a lead pipe, it was possibly just this kind of over enthusiasm in your work that may have been the reason for your having been thwarted.

In a modern society, people tend to notice things that seem out of the ordinary. In this case, it may just have been your black hoodie, black ski mask, black gloves and padded, black jacket that gave you away as a masked bandit. Not that I think of myself as any kind of fashion expert, but once your clothing options are linked with your penchant for following uncomfortably close behind people, the casual observer will take notice as in this case when people across the street began yelling and pointing you out.

If I could also offer a brief aside, people tend to recognize their friends. I only mention this because, as you started calling out “My friend, my friend!” in an attempt to compel me to stop, turn around and expedite the robbery, my quick glance behind and my lightening quick facial recognition reminded me that I in fact do not have any friends who wear black ski masks and black hoodies on unseasonably warm February days. I, as a matter of fact, also do not have any friends who follow closely behind me and act as though they are attempting to rob me. Perhaps you thought I would mistake you for a Facebook friend that I’ve never personally met or someone with whom I had recently been skiing, but alas, I never ski.

As I can only assume that it was this brief, awkward interaction that caused the standers-by to begin yelling and interrupt our business interaction, I feel cheated for the both of us. For you because you’ll never feel the disappointment of stealing exactly $0.00 from someone, since that is the amount I typically carry on my person; and because you’ll never learn from that real world lesson that almost no one actually carries cash on them anymore given the convenience of ATM check cards and prevalence of gentlemen such as yourself. In fact, had you managed to find my ATM card, my account would have been suspended within twenty minutes either by myself or my financial institution’s realization that my bank statements do not usually post transactions from “MetLab U.S.A.” or “The Crackwhore Den”. For myself, I feel cheated because I’ll always have to wonder about my last coherent thought before you disappeared from my life, which was: “I wonder what it’s going to feel like to get stabbed in the kidney.”

I can only hope we meet again.

Sincerely,

The person who walks down well-lit streets before midnight and still almost get mugged.

Marching into a detention area is not what I had in mind.

why, Why, WHY?! Also, who, what, when, where and how?!

It's almost my birthday! Who wants to sex me up?!

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