The Training of Pixie Pt. 13

After the revelations of the party, I noticed more and more how my hands seemed to have unusual effects on women. A handshake would linger a little longer than necessary. Any kind of touch would create a little shiver, or a big smile. I would often receive comments like 'what warm hands you have!' It was fun to ask a random woman if I could just brush a bug off her shoulder and then watch her reaction as I touched her with my fingers - little electric sparks penetrating the skin and presumably making their way down to her loins. And then, of course, there was dancing. It's surprising how little contact humans have in everyday life. As a graphic designer, I spent much of my life behind a desk. And although I played badminton and tennis, It's very rare that you actually touch your opponents. I'm not sure if my 'gift' had any effect on men, but I shudder to think how life might have turned out if I'd played rugby! But on the dance floor, skin contact is a

As I lay watching her sleep. I thought back over the past hour or so. Did this actually happen, or was I in a very wet dream. I'm brought back to the present as she begins to stir. Her sparkling eyes and sleepy smile greeted me. "Hey there you have a good nap" I said with a smile. As she rolled over on her back she responded "you still here?" Where else would I be? What kind of gentleman would I be to make love and sneak out. Besides we have unfinished business. "Oh we do now" she replied. As I leaned over and we began to kiss. "Exactly" there's a whole side that has not received much attention at all. I began to shower her with kisses. As I gently rubbed her body in an act of worship. As I kissed her neck I could tasted the sweat from the romp we had earlier. I began to lick her neck and suckle her ears one then the other. Feeling her taunt body under my hand I began to track down her body paying close attention to every inch. As I app

Brian and Claire Parker were your typical normal well respected couple in there local area. Brian was an agent for property and house sales, Which had a partnership with his off school friend Jerry Clever. While Claire was a music teacher, part-time at the local school, teaching piano and electric organ. They had been married now for eight years and had a pretty good life together. They were a well considered couple in the local community and took part in various local events. Claire was taller than average, nearly six feet tall and with black curls and a beautiful sexy smile. Brian was also tall just an inch or so taller than Claire, with dark hair too. He had a good stance, straight and upright, you could have thought he was marching when he walked like a soldier. He had a strong muscular look to him. Like most people the Parker's were fairly straight forward in how they behaved and were by no means lawbreakers or radical people in anyway. Yet like most people they did have the

Working from home is great. The flexibility and lack of micro-management means there's so much time to get up to mischief, if you know what I mean! I'm a software developer and the company I work for is fully remote, we all work from home and connect using email, Zoom, Skype etc etc. My project manager doesn't care how I work, when I work, as long as I deliver in good time and good quality. This gives me a lot of time to get up to all kinds of stuff when I'm bored at home. My name is Joe. I'm in my early 40's, black, married to a hot sexy Zulu girl called Thandi, and I live in Johannesburg, South Africa. I'm bisexual, discovered a love for cock late in my life but I've made up for lost time with the help of my flexible work schedule. I'm in good shape, work out and gym regularly, look younger than my years. I got a nice 8 inch cock and I use it regularly on my wife's ass. I have to mention I got a huge ass/anal fetish, probably why I ended up b

Miss Penny's report outlines some of how we all reached the point where I was presenting my open arsehole to her and Dame Suzie at the instruction of my owner, Bella, but stops there. It is my duty to continue it. Even reflecting now, a blush comes to my cheeks. There is a fine line for a submissive between humiliation, which on the whole is what we crave, and degradation, which some of us crave, but also fear. As I have explained to Bella, that moment would be where I would fix the line. Crawling into the room on a leash wearing nothing but my kitten ears and a collar, my hair dyed pink was humiliating. Miss Penny and Dame Suzie seeing me like that pushed the notch up several degrees. From my position on all fours, I could see that Miss Penny's knickers had a wet spot, and that underneath her kimono, Dame Suzie had no knickers on. I was close enough to smell their scent and know what, or rather who, it was inspired it. Being told by my owner to get the bag with the tail and l