1. Strapon


    Date: 11/27/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: Shania_prettykitty, Source: sexstories.com

    had bought the strapon ages ago when I was having an energetic affair with a fairly hard core lesbian. It was black and big; a good seven inches in length and more importantly about two and a half in radius. Those measurements meant that it provided an extremely good fuck, though I never quite understood what an avowed penis hating dyke got from me fucking her with it. I knew full well what I got from it, though, when she fucked me with it and that was a bang on orgasm. Time went on and my lesbian life-style period ended; I was not a penis hater and in fact liked cock a little too much to consider myself a les so I became a lipstick or, a femme as some call us. I am feminine, well with G cup tits like mine it is hard not to be, and usually I get as much satisfaction from being fucked as I do from having my velvet tipped - for the uninitiated google tipping the velvet. I work in advertising, which along with most creative businesses is a liberally minded industry. It's also a business sector where PC has not extended its tentacles as far as it has in many sectors. To an extent, women are still looked on in advertising as objects, bits of stuff, eye candy and client fodder. To an avowed les that is anathema, but to me it seems perfectly natural hence, another reason for my switch to lipstick status. Thomas was an art director at an agency for which I worked freelance. Art directors do the pictures; copywriters like me do the words. They usually work together in pairs, often ...
    closely together, sometimes very closely together. We did. Sometimes that closeness brings about extra-curricular activities. They may include working until very late and now and then, particularly before a presentation, working all night. They can also include lunching and or dining with clients, who are the kings in the ad world, visiting them at their offices, often with overnight stays and attending boozy awards ceremonies and other junkets. Obviously, to make those creative juices flow requires stimulation. Vodka, JD and wine, weed and stuff that goes up your nose provides that. And of course that sort of stuff reduces ones inhibitions, which in turn often leads to other extra-curricular activities and Thomas and I indulged in those. We fucked before the end of the second week of our partnership. It was not a particularly romantic setting or fuck come to that. We were the last in the agency one evening, well at least on the creative's floor. It was after ten and we were smoking some weed. We had produced some good stuff, well we thought it was, but from experience we knew that it would need to be reviewed in the cold light of the post weed morning to tell for certain. "Well I guess that wraps it for tonight, doesn't it?" I asked being quite eager to get home as I had left my cat out. "Workwise yes Tina, but does it have to?" "How do you mean?" I asked as he got up and walked behind where I was sitting across a table from him. He put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed ...
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