1. Smitten by the Playboy: Bumping Into Mr. Sexy


    Date: 5/27/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Erotica, Spanking, Virginity, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    Four Pizzas Junction and then hire a cab there to take me to my apartment. While walking and strolling down the street quietly, I hear a vehicle humming and buzzing loud after me. I swerve around quickly just in time for the darkly window to wind down and Rhys himself to peek direct at me from the other farthest-off seat, from where he directs and bids me, “Get in quickly, will you?” I do like he tells me to. It is enjoyable and comfortable inside here. I bet that it is high time I get a car of my own and stop bothering Courtney about how I have to go to some place all in the flattery and deceit of her own lavish car made to look in the eyes of the scrutinizing public like it is a very expensive automobile of my own ownership and possession. When I glance at Rhys, he at length last tells me: “You haven’t let me know that you work for the Paparazzi?” Oh. So he was spying and keeping a watchful eye on me right back there in the Sugar Spray Inn. I should have known. Alternatively, I tell him, “This is something that I do part-time and not on a full time basis, mind you. Are you really surprised and bothered by it?” “I was stunned to see you with that celebrity—Keyshawn Gibson.” The windows all over Spray Sugar Inn are all made of clear and apparent glass. It is so obvious that Rhys had been monitoring my activity with Keyshawn all along. Hmmnnnnnn……who could have thoughtlessly foresaw or forethought that happen? Not I myself in any way thinkable! “What time do you usually get ...
    home? I mean it is late already, and I will be responsible for it if you arrive home late. Do you want to get in trouble with your—” “My what? My wife, you want to say?” I am shocked, dead-faced even. “No. That is not what I was going to say to you.” “Then what word did you mean to place just there?” “The poor dog! It hasn’t eaten anything, and you have kept it locked and shut up in this automobile of yours for so many hours. I only feel sorry and pity for it. That is only what I wanted to say, and nothing about your whatever-her-name-is special wife.” He looks guilty and conscious-punched. I am not to blame for that, or am I? I AM NOT, TORI! That must be Mirth without denial. “I will take care of little Bruce, don’t worry about him, Tori. He is such a nice and loving dog of mine. Only that he has gone missing and strayed for the last few days and I wasn’t willing to chill out and take things easy without ever finding him. He means the entire world to me. If he were a woman, he would be the only wife that I would have in my possession.” How’s that ever possible? I am wondering to myself……quietly and soundlessly still indeed. “He is the only family you have—is that what you are trying to mean?” “Kind of. Animal family that is, and not my human one.” We have already arrived at my place. Rhys stops the car and I look at him quietly to tell him finally, “Thank you for everything that you have done for me. I hope that you take the good most and best most ever care of your little ...
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