1. How We Roll …(Dancing On My Own)


    Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Bisexual, Author: MsTrib, Source: LushStories

    Shops loaded with goods, all around me. Bright fluorescent lamps fill the space with light. It's truly a wonderland, a place to overindulge yourself, spoil yourself. The Metro, Newcastle's mammoth shopping centre. On the first floor outside New Look, I stare down into the windows of Zara. A purse, bulging with money and an insatiable need to pamper and treat myself. I'm shopping until I'm dropping. That's today's rule and there's nothing going to stop me. Or is there? They come from out of nowhere, I don't understand at all, what I'm seeing. Jules and Mandy, in the crowd, hand in hand, laughing, together. Pulling back from the balustrade, I can still watch them, but I won't be seen. Their shopping together, without me, like a couple. Pointing at items in windows, laughing, gesticulating, kissing! I've not seen Mandy in weeks. Jules has been off with me for weeks, I've not made love with Jules for days. My heart sinks as realisation grips my body, shaking its core. Tears burst from my eyes, my feet take me towards the exit. Outside in the blazing sun, I wrap my arms tightly around myself. It's not cold but it shields my hurt, a cover for my pain. As tears dry, anger and resentment collide inside my brain, fuelling a need, a need to inflict pain, feel pain, a need for revenge. My breathing eases, allowing oxygen to penetrate my blood, soothing me, beginning to relax me. Still my need to inflict pain consumes my thoughts. It's all I feel, it's all I am. Fishing through my phone ...
    contacts, I find her number and select call. "Are you working today ?" I ask the adorable Whitney. "Of course I am, what do you want ?" comes her reply. "The dungeon, you and two guys. I want pain, I want it now," I shout. "No problem Yvonne, head over," she says and hangs up. *** Up in the north of the city, is Whitney's lair. A large dark brooding house, three stories high. They've no interest to me though. I want, nae need, the basement. Ringing the doorbell, one of her boys answers. He's cute, he'll do nicely. Stripped to the waist, bulging biceps and ab's of steel. One more like him and Whitney, I'll be in heaven soon. He doesn't introduce himself, he leads me to a door and we take the stairs down. Upon entering the dungeon, Whitney is sitting on a large fur padded stool. Black stilettos lead on to, black latex holdups, which emphasise the length of her legs. A rubber G-string sits between the holdups and a bright red leather corset. Whitney's breasts reach out, glorious fat nipples extended, inviting me forwards. Large buckle, black collar and cuff's, complete the outfit. I'm introduced to Jason and Simon, either side of Whitney, naked, cocks semi-erect. Slipping my jeans down my thighs, I can see Whitney's hungry eyes, feasting on my mound. My shoe's get kicked off, jeans and panties follow. Whitney sends the boys over to remove my hoodie, tee-shirt and bra. I gently touch Jason's cock. I want cock. I want to be fucked hard. The boys lead me to the large metal frame, ...
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