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The Other Stephen's Story

Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Male Domination, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: stex, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

suggest dinner, your choice, I pay." The reply was terse, "Saison". That was maybe the most expensive restaurant in San Francisco, also a bit difficult to get reservations. I suspected this was a test of means or some such. My chef knew the chef at Saison, I managed to get a reservation. "I have reservations for 7:30 on Tuesday, I'll send a Limo for you." I was thinking of walking there, it would only take about a twenty minutes. I could have ridden in the limo, but I didn't want to say where I lived just yet. Though obviously I knew where she lived. "OK, see you Tuesday." — On Tuesday I was waiting in the restaurant at 7:30, Maria arrived at 7:35, she made the limo driver wait while she got ready. She looked like someone who was used to getting her way, I rose as she strode up to the table, then bowed to her and said, "I've very pleased to meet you Dr Freeman." I offered my hand, but she ignored it and took her seat. I sat, she started with, "So what's this crap you're spouting?" I really didn't know why, but I felt I needed to get her attention. This was of vital import. I thought I'd get to the heart of the matter quickly. "First, I can offer evidence for everything I say. You may need it, what I have to say is scarcely credible." She didn't look impressed. "I'm a time traveler." Luckily that concept was well known, at least in fiction, it obviated much explanation. She looked a bit startled at that, "I'm listening." "I haven't physically travelled in time, I've swapped ... consciousness with this body. I don't know how or why. I come from two hundred years ago." "Well, this isn't going to be a boring dinner. Continue." We were interrupted by ordering drinks, then I continued. "The last I remember is early 1806. Then I was the sixth great grandfather of this body. I happened to own your seventh great grandmother, also by the name of Maria. The Stephen from this time displaced me and by his account one of the first things he did was to free that Maria. They became business partners, I think they were lovers." "So I was your favorite slave then?" She wasn't believing me, she was thinking this was a come on. "No, I hardly remember that Maria, she was just one slave among many. It's the Stephen from this time who knows her." "So if you didn't care about me, what is it you're selling?" "I don't know. My future self wrote to me and said I should look out for you. Why, I don't know. But I thought you might have a professional interest in talking to me. You don't often get a chance to talk to a nineteenth century slave owner. Or do you?" "No, I never have had that chance. Your future self?" "I received a letter I sent from the nineteenth century. I am presuming that this means I make it back home at some point. I'm not very specific, not wanting to provide me with spoilers. The one thing I do say is 'look out for Maria'. Cryptic, but now I know who you are, I think you are that Maria." I had found out what, or rather who, the River Song was, and indeed ...