STORIES . . .

 

 

 

. . . struggling spread eagle on the bed . . . the soft fur-lined cuffs holding me secure in their comforting embrace . . . are more orgasms even possible?

 

He's made this whole night completely about me! My choices, my wishes, my pleasures. He's never even removed his perfectly tailored Tux or tie . . . it's only about me . . .

 

As the endless orgasms continue . . . even into my sleep . . . I'm finally released in every way possible! Waking relaxed and revived back in my own bed long after the Sun has risen.

 

My only belief is Bruce must have carried me not only to his Limo, before being driven home, but he also carried me up the stairs and back to my own bed while I slept and continued to orgasm in my dreams . . .

 

THE END

 

 

 

 

I had written my own personal BDSM Erotica for many years. Writing it only for my eyes to ever see. Me and my pleasures were always number one and the Mystery Man of the Many Hours, would know this and act on it.

 

There is endless types of Erotica out there . . . truly an Endless Buffet of Erotica choices and stories. My tastes were much more mild, comforting and safe, as far as even just playing the Fantasy out in my mind.

 

The many stories I've wrote over the year I keep hidden away on a Jump Drive, so they're not even anywhere on my laptop or cloud . . . damn cloud . . . it's so nosey about my business . . .

 

When I want to spend an evening of self pleasuring, I read my own stories directly off the Jump Drive. All of this, my experiences, my Fantasies were about to be turned upside down!

 

My Best Friend Sarah came over with a Pizza to tell me about an Absolutely Amazing Offer that she couldn't stop being the most Excited I've Ever seen her being!

 

At first, she just rattled it all off so quickly, I barely caught what she was saying? It was all just gobbledygook! Holding up both hands and talking slowly, I interrupted her, "Sarah, calm down, just the facts and slowly."

 

Finally, I could understand her, but didn't believe it was real. She explained, "You and I have been picked as Beta-Testers for a New Company called 'Make it Reality'!"

 

I had to ask right then, "Picked? How did I get picked? I know nothing about this 'Make it Reality' place?" Sarah said, "You see . . . I knew you'd be too chicken to put your name in . . . so I did it for the both of us."

 

"Let me finish!" She was starting to wind up again, so I just used both of my hands in a slow it down motion, before letting her continue.

 

"It's a Company that allows you to submit your own Stories which they will then make them a Reality! There's limits, like you can't write about being a Super Hero or Winning the Lottery, stuff like that."

 

"But the kind of Stories you and I write . . . those are Totally within their Official Guidelines!" Once again, I had to stop her, "What do you mean, Stories like you and I write? I don't write Stories."

 

Sarah, with a smug look, replies, "Bottom drawer, back right corner, under your old Teen Mags, deck of cards, in a sock, Purple Jump Drive, written on the side, [FOR MY EYES ONLY]"

 

"You Bitch Sarah! That was for My Eyes Only!" Sarah replies, "Yeah, but in the first person, I became my, and the rest was History. Really, this is on you, cause if you didn't want me to find it, you should have hid it."

 

I was floored she did that, but I just can't stay mad at her. She's close to my same age, but looks way younger. Maybe it's the deep blue hair, the piercings, her pale skin and very Goth attire?

 

Sarah said, "Before you ask, they're good . . . very well written . . . good punctuation and a wonderful use of asparagus during a casual sexual conversation . . ."

 

"You didn't even read them! After digging them out of my hiding place! You're lucky I Love you, or I'd be finding a hiding place for you!"

 

"Actually, I read all of them . . . pretty Vanilla and very Safe . . . but if that's what turns your crank? Soooo, do you want to experience one of you own Erotic Stories in True First Person? You can pick."

 

The thought of actually becoming the Girl in my Stories was making me wet. Sarah didn't need to know this . . . before I answer, Sarah says, "You sure are getting all squirmy . . . are you getting wet?"

 

I don't know if she's a damn mind reader or an expert at body language . . . but she just knows me so well . . . It's scary! Walking towards my Bedroom, she asks, "Where ya going?" As she holds out her open hand with my Purple Jump Drive.

 

"Didn't get a chance to put it back yet." Without making direct eye contact, I quietly and somewhat embarrassingly say, "Third Story . . . the one called Bruce."

 

Sarah couldn't let it alone, "HEY! Is that the Evil Dead Guy? . . . you have the Hots for the one Handed Evil Dead Guy?" I headed off to make myself Dinner . . .