1. Attitude Fix: The story of my half brother, our sleazy mom and the alternative to pain in life


    Date: 10/6/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cheating, Female Domination, Hardcore, Sado-Masochism, Wife, Author: Alpha_Male_NY, Rating: 64.3, Source: sexstories.com

    KYLE: Ah. And did you enjoy dancing? ELSA: It was okay. KYLE: So, you did like it? She saw her husband's pupils dilate. His heart was palpitating faster. ELSA: Okay, I'll tell you. But don't be mad, okay? KYLE: Okay... ELSA: You promise? KYLE: I promise. Tell me.... ELSA: Initially, no. The guy wanted to dance too close, but I told him to give me some space. The song wasn't meant to be danced that way... But the next song was. KYLE: I thought you said you only danced once! ELSA: Oh, babe, don't be mad. It was just this one song with one guy, nothing more... KYLE: Okay, I won't be mad. But tell me the whole story. First you tell me that you only danced once. Whatever the case is, I will get mad only if I feel that you're lying to me... ELSA: Okay, look, when the guy took me out to dance, the song was almost over. I told you, my friends were already dancing and it took me a while to agree to dance. The song finished and another came on. So, I felt I still owed my dancing partner a few more minutes on the dance floor. KYLE: I see. And what song came on afterwards? ELSA: A bachata. It's a slow jam. KYLE: Now, why would you stay dancing a slow jam with a complete stranger? KYLE: Oh I don't know, maybe because I barely got to the dance floor and the other song finished. And the guy insisted. Also, my friends were still dancing. Besides, I like to dance bachata. It's not like a slow jam, but it has rhythm and I really know how to dance it because I'm Latin and all Latin girls who ...
    know how to move dance that! It's a very sexy dance. She looked for a sample on YouTube, to show him. His face grew suddenly pale. ELSA: Babe! Don't be like that, it really means nothing for a girl to dance! And he was such a good dancer. That last sentence really put the nail on the coffin. ELSA: Here, I'll dance for you! And little by little, she'd seduce him through that most erotic of dances. He'd come closer, embrace her and be ever so turned on by her moves. KYLE: Is that how you danced for him? Sensing his arousal, she whispered in his ear: "Maybe a little." KYLE: Oh, you're such a bad girl... ELSA: Oh daddy, don't be mad... It had been a long time since she had called him that. He felt rejuvenated and didn't have to spend a dime. He felt like he had hit a pot of gold. KYLE: You've been so naughty... ELSA: Are you gonna punish me, daddy? KYLE: You have to misbehave if you want me to punish you... ELSA: Do you want me to lie to you? KYLE: No. I want you to stop playing you're such a good girl, because I know you're not... ELSA: I can be anything you want me to be... They'd be holding each other, staring into each other, then Kyle would grow somber and lower his voice to a monotone. KYLE: I know I'm a lot older than you. I can't lose you. I wouldn't know what to do with myself. So, I give you some freedom. The least you can give me is complete honesty. Otherwise, I'd think you really have something to hide. ELSA: Not hiding anything, babe. It was just an innocent dance. ...
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