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Wednesday, February 15th, 2006

One of the best erotic stories i have ever read.

It goes something like this…


I know I have an athletic body that attracts men like flies, especially when I wear a tight catsuit or chiffon I turn heads. I am aware of their eyes on me as they gaze through the semi-transparent material I wear looking at my breasts. I love to go to charity balls and gala functions often an amusing mixture of sophisticated style and decadence, wearing a revealing evening gown with a low décolleté. I see their eyes feasting on me; how they strip me nude with their eyes.

I feel naked when such indignant men look at me like that, but to be honest it also turns me on how some stare at me, it makes me horny when they undressing me with their eyes, how they stare at my breasts, I am wanting to have their hard cocks in my mouth. Imagining what I might look like sprawled naked on the floor with my legs spread, ready for them, I see myself nude on my back and wait helplessly to be violated. I shutter at the my secret thoughts about being used sexually, being gagged and others fucking my asshole. Sometimes I think too much about this.

I am inside an exhibitionist; it’s really exciting, feeling of pent up desires rise in me, I rub my tights together, its almost unbearable feeling the lust between my legs, my nipples get hard and are throbbing. I feel myself get wet, wanting to go to the ladies and open my legs and finger myself, giving me release. I tell myself not to think about sex, wanting to protect my marriage, but sometimes my desires are getting too much.

I am married to a much older and rich man, but money was never an issue. My wonderful husband in my respectable life is a true gentlemen, intelligent, kind and tender who has no idea about my dark cravings inside my pretty head. He likes me meticulously groomed, dressed in designer clothes, long stylish skirts, cashmere sweaters, silk blouses and conservative shoes, above all he does not approve at all of my teasing and my flirting with his some of his friends.

I love it how his friends admire me, looking up at me, knowing they will not getting anywhere with me, seeing me as a respectable woman But I know better, when I am naked I do as I am told, deep inside I am a slut, a cheap worthless whore, the contrast is so exciting for me, just thinking about it, being told what to do make me wet.. They have no idea about what is beneath the surface, the dark side to my personality, craving the attention of men. My husband is often on business trips and then I spend my days shopping, going to lunch with friends.

My decent husband has no idea how I miss my model days, the parties, the clients and photographers, my weakness for sex and making love with my body to the camera, that I am a natural exhibitionist who thinks about being displayed, only dressed in a black lace bra, with black silk suspenders, panties, stockings and 6 inch high heels, in public or at private parties.

Those bad parties with important clients, their friends and other models still run through my head. I did not say NO and let things happen to my, feeling the pleasure from feeling fear and being controlled. When I am naked I do as I am told, letting men and women touch me, being on my back for them with a line forming, opening my legs when I was told. Everything just seemed to happen when I am being fucked hard like that.

Read it up: Model, Wife, Slut & Whore

Thanks Black_Lace_Vixen for this great story. Wish you wrote more :(



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