A Story
As a introduction I am
posting a story which I have written about the conflict of being a
faithful wife and a slut.
Composed by Justine© Authors Note: The story you are about to read
for the most part is true. I have lived in South Africa,
Switzerland, Washington D.C. and Rome and now am living with my
husband near Paris, France. The name I have assumed for my own
sexual experiences is "Justine," the alter ego of a model.
Now, I have written different stories about my life: my inner mind
and psyche, my experiences and the flaw in my character, my weakness
for sex, about how I could have said NO, but I let things happen to
me. Perhaps some of you will relate to my real life experiences and
sexual desires while some of you will undoubtedly fantasize about
them and me.
I would like to paint you a picture … I would like to invite you to
take a look in my large bedroom. It's the place where I have these
dark thoughts and delicious fantasies running in my head; thoughts
full of burning passion and lust. These delicious depraved thoughts
about being an instrument of pleasure, my mind says NO but my Body
says YES.
Imagine an educated former model, from an excellent background and
married to a much older gentlemen. I am (30), 5'10", 112 lbs., 37C-
25-35, very sexually orientated and love to sleep naked between silk
sheets, and I am sometimes all alone.
That's the time, when my large bed is empty, that my thoughts are
full of burning passion and lust. Currently I sit in front of my
computer wearing only a silk robe, with my legs wide apart, and
indulge in some very intense fantasies, sexual fantasies; about
being involuntarily taken.
To be honest, I dream about being humiliated and being punished for
my teasing. During these times I feel my nipples getting hotter and
hotter, but I read on, feeling the smoldering fire growing in
intensity between my thighs.
Later, I like to pose in the mirror of my vanity while the music
from "9 1/2 Weeks" is playing loud through our bedroom. I am
standing on my 5 inch heels, wearing black silk fishnet stockings,
thong and black silk garters, with my legs spread and slowly -- I
can't resist it -- let my silk morning robe slide to the floor. I
reach for a black charmeuse scarf and drape it over my neck. I feel
the electric tingle in my nipple as the silk brushes across it.
I look at myself, thinking about how turned on our two black
gardeners would be if they could see me now; I heard them call me a
arrogant bitch, a snobbish bitch. My hand starts to play with my
nipple through the silk; my breasts are large and firm, my nipples
stark brown and very sensitive. It's wild to move on the sound, it's
so erotic; my hips moving in and out and from side to side.
It's a sexual dance, raising my arms in the air, offering my
treasures, increasing the erotic dance. I see a slutty whore in the
mirror who is shaking her tits; deep inside I want to be a whore. I
push my tits up, squeezing them, pinching my nipples, always very
slowly. I am stroking my labia, teasing, thinking about how turned
on our two gardeners would be if they saw me like that. I cannot
help it, but I am already so wet; I feel the animal inside.
The heat is building between my thighs ... like always, it pushes me
to the edge, until I finger-fuck myself to orgasms. The voices I
hear roughly telling me what to do, dominating me, calling me dirty
names; My mind says NO, but my body says YES and I am not able to
control myself, looking at myself like that.
Writing this also makes me excited, but no one can see how it makes
me squeeze my breasts, feeling and twisting my hard nipples. I feel
the pleasure in my pussy; feeling my clitoris swell. I move my
fingers downward; I part my thighs, sliding my finger down. I love
to caress myself, increasing the burning desire, pushing myself to
the edge, my fingers running madly across my clit, my eyes tightly
closed as I tremble slightly from the dark thoughts I have.
I cannot help being wet, and start touching myself and thinking of
my black vibrator, which will drive me insane with lust, wishing for
a big thick cock for my mouth. I am standing in front of the mirror.
First, I love to lick my fingers and slowly touch my neck, then my
big tits. It's exciting. I start to wiggle my hips, my hands roaming
and caressing my boobs, squeezing my nipple, my hips thrusting back
and forth; lifting my breasts as I pull my nipples to my mouth,
licking them. I take some ice cubes, my breasts swell and my nipples
get very hard.
Later, I slowly start to move and turn my body while I look at
myself, even if I do not want to. I cannot control myself; I feel
like such a slut. I love to caress myself, touch and feel while I
look at myself and let go, thinking about my fantasies.
I cannot help myself; I cannot resist it. Unable to stop, I squeeze
and twist my nipples. I have to put my hand on my steaming pussy,
have to finger myself. I close my eyes, finger my pussy ... my whole
body is shivering when I feel the massive head of the dildo
disappear up into my very center ... pussy is throbbing ... I love
the feeling between my legs ... deeper and deeper into me. I twist
my nipples, and my fingers are working and squeezing my clitoris.
I look back in the mirror; they are not my eyes, they are the eyes
of another creature, without any remorse. The animal inside has
totally taken over as my orgasm explodes and completely envelopes
me, consuming me absolutely.
Do not misunderstand me: If you would see me in London, getting out
of a limo at the Dorchester Hotel or having a late dinner at Blakes,
or you would see me drinking tea at the Ritz in Paris, or perhaps at
the Pierre in New York, you would have no idea. Mostly I am very
cool and reserved, looking very elegant; a women of depth and
sophistication.
But when I am standing in front of the mirror I feel the sexual
animal inside rise in me again; I am a bitch in heat who wants to be
satisfied….
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