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Jigsaw


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The party was catered and there was a dress code. It was called “Dress to get screwed.” My girlfriends loved it, and they all dressed in lingerie or latex type fetish gear, trying to “one up” each other. It was my girlfriend Lisa’s 30th birthday, so she really topped them all by wearing a negligee and spiked heels, totally shameless, and all night she kept having to pull up one side because she was exposing herself.

That’s ok – I whispered to her – by 10:00pm, I told her everyone would be exposing something or another.

She was dying to know about this “special youthful surprise” I had lined up for her. The girls all thought it was some sort of a male stripper type thing, but my kinkiest girlfriend Breanna had it nailed. “She’s probably got a bunch of those kinky guys from her Web site coming over to do some sort of sex show!”

(these women have been to my parties before, and those who have not, have at least seen pictures and videos)

Jason was considered “normal” by my girlfriends, so this made it more exciting for me. See, they considered my “kinky boyfriends” to be different from the men I dated, and they had no idea I had slowly been converting Jason into the ultimate sex whore. In fact, most of my friends thought Jason wasn’t really the type – way too conservative, a bit too much of a ladies man. That kind of thing.

But to me, this was the kind of man that was the most delicious to dominate. I took it from him a little at a time, because his ego, underneath all that confidence, was terrifically fragile.

God, the fragile ones make me most wet! Something about that underlying vulnerability they try so hard to hide. Shame, from Jason, was totally intoxicating to me. The first time I made him lick his own cum from my fingers he shuddered and turned so many colors of red. He could not look at himself in the mirror the rest of the night. I had to hold him and comfort him, over such a small thing, and I could tell he wanted desperately to climb back into his confident, cocky exterior but he was so drawn to that shame he felt. It was total conflict, all wrapped up in a trembling package of man. Delicious!


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