1. Conversational French (or the reluctant rapist). (CAW 24 Entry)


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Author: stex, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    "An Affair to Remember" was the film we saw that evening, though I don't remember much about it. Apart from it was a pretty formulaic 1950's film, the last bit (Where she wouldn't tell him of the disability) was silly and the ending was sudden. I can't see why it was voted number five on the most romantic movies of all time. Now Casablanca, like they played a couple of months ago, was worth the number one spot, but not this one. I may not have been paying that much attention, I was there with Aimée, we were sitting at the back and smooching. This was at the Stanford Theatre, someone rich had bought it and restored it. The inside was amazing, everything you've ever imagined of a theatre from Hollywood's golden age. It was only ten minutes from home, so we go there a lot. They showed old films there, I'm sure they couldn't be making any money on it, it was usually empty. We were lucky to get about six others when we were there. Actually, that suited us with our smooching, more private. The movie was just about to start, and in walks this woman and sits two rows in front of us. There were plenty of seats in rows nearer the front, she didn't have to sit near us and cramp our style. It was Aimée who noticed her, "Check out that bombshell." She must have picked that word up from one of the old movies we'd seen. She was hot, she was tall and elegant. "Not bad." My guess would have been company exec, or lawyer, hardly rare in downtown Palo Alto. She was wearing a black suit, like ...
    I said elegant. The skirt was tight and came down to mid thigh, nice legs. She paused and took off the jacket before she sat down. I could see her shape, very nice swelling of boobs under her thin teal top. She also had a chunky necklace and matching chunky bangle in gold with jade it looked like, nothing cheap. She smoothed out her long auburn hair before finally taking her seat. She was just Aimée's type. Aimée likes girls as well as men (she likes me anyway). She likes them tall and powerful. They're much more satisfying to bring down to her level. Aimée liked them to submit to her, she's kinda kinky like that. Me, I could do without the kinky stuff, but if all three of us get off, who am I to complain. She brings me along as the muscle, I don't really like beating up girls, but some of them like it. Aimée likes to make up a bio of the object of her fantasy, in this case the woman in the suit. She whispered in my ear, "She's Hélène, she's French-Canadian, she did law at the University of Toronto, spending a year at the Sorbonne. She got her masters from Harvard and is now director of regulatory affairs at a biotech company, further up University Avenue." A background like that would be perfect for one of Aimée's playmates. The lights went down, and we continued our smooching. Aimée kept up a commentary about "Hélène". "Wouldn't you like to find out what's under the skirt?" Things like that, "I bet she's wearing expensive lacy panties." She kept egging me on. "That top ...
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