1. 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

    quite startling in normal circumstances. This was not normal though, I felt happy, a humour I had scarcely experienced these eight years since Aurora passed. I started to suspect, as a wry song on Stephen's iPod says, "I'm either in love, or it's something I ate, because I never felt this way before." Except I had felt this way before, but not for 222 years. Maria's attitude towards me seemed to have softened some, but still she was commanding. I showed her to the limo, "May I ride with you?" "Sure it's your money." We chatted on the way home, this seemed to be a great victory. She had a sufficiency of good wines were inside of her, and giggled when she said, "I did wonder if you were Antjie Somers." My name is Somers, but definitely not Antjie. "Who?" "Your Mom never threatened you with him?" This was a strange statement, considering that Antjie was a lady's name. "No, I've never heard of him." "If I were bad, she'd threaten me, 'Be good, or Antjie Somers will get you.' Kinda like the Boogie Man." I looked none the wiser. "He's the ghost of the last Dutch executioner from about your time, he killed himself after the British took over. He dresses in women's clothing and preys on bad children." She giggled again. I've heard children threatened with some strange things, but this might be the strangest. I tried to add something to the conversation. "I can imagine, the Dutch method of execution would frighten the children, you really don't want to know about that, it's the most ...
    barbarous thing I've ever seen. Hanging was a great mercy in comparison, that was the only thing the British changed." "The slave owner is talking of barbarities." Maria's mood had darkened some. Before I could reply, we were interrupted by arriving at the apartments, "I could escort you home, or you could accompany me to my apartment. I have coffee, or a nightcap." "You live here?" "Yes, the top floor." "Oh." that seemed to cause some thought. "Just show me up, Antjie." She giggled some more. I offered her my elbow, and she accepted. Another victory. "I used to live in your apartment, thought it is the other Stephen who remodeled it." "Well if you ever meet him, tell him he did a good job." I showed her up to her apartment, not much more was said. She knew how to contact me if she wanted, I hoped she wanted. I hardly slept that night. — The next day I anxiously awaited any communication from Maria. Nothing. Nothing. Then, "Hey Antjie, I talked to Amy, she recommends you highly. Lets try this your way." I think, I hoped, she had agreed to submit to me. An unexpected turn of events, if she'd asked I would have submitted myself to her. I sent a reply, "You will present yourself to me at seven this evening." I debated admonishing her about calling me "Antjie", but I hoped it would pass with drawing attention to it. "OK, see you at seven." Hardly acknowledging my superiority, but that detail seemed unimportant. She was coming to see me this evening. I could hardly concentrate on ...
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