Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... you. But it would not harm you. Being naked in public humiliated you - a psychological hurt - but it did not harm you. You enjoyed it. But a punch in the face, or knocking you down and kicking you would harm you. That is the difference. I will do everything I can to see that you are not harmed. But hurt? Think of that spanking. Six hard blows with the palm of my hand. Your bottom cheeks turning red We are in the bar, Cyndi is looking at you, sprawled over my knee, your cheeks - all four of them - turning scarlet."

She recalled her arousal as he painted that picture, her shuddering climax as she felt the humiliation. No-one had ever brought her off with words before. "Oh my God!" she moaned. "Yes, hurt me, spank me, humiliate me. For God sake, do NOT make that promise. Hurt me like that. Just don't harm me."

Leila's Love Story, Part 2

David had finished his contract at Dr. Hillock's office, and started a new one that was keeping him very busy. Leila's job had also been keeping her out of trouble. They had only had time to meet for lunch on Wednesday, one week ago today.

However, they got together the following Sunday for brunch again. Once again they had wandered to that quiet semi-private spot. She had deliberately worn the same outfit again this week. After all he had called her jeans "obscenely tight" and had seemed to enjoy playing with her braless breasts through the plain white T-shirt almost as much as she had enjoyed being played with.

This second ...

... Sunday, she had faced him, rather than lying back against him, and he had sucked her breasts through her shirt, then pulled it out of her jeans and caressed her breasts directly. They had discussed fantasies, among other things, and she had admitted to him, and to herself for the first time, that she was now dreaming about being seen naked by strangers. She admitted she felt it was wrong, and slutty, and that she didn't want to be a slut, but that she really did want to be a slut. She felt confused by her conflicting emotions, and by his statement that they made perfect sense.

"I have been looking for a girl-friend, a lover, and I want her to be a perfect lady, not at all slutty. AND I want her to be a total slut. I understand your feelings exactly. I think most people want contradictory things, but because it doesn't fit the standard idea of 'logical', they suppress one part and deny that feeling. You want to be a perfect lady, because that is what you have been raised to believe is right. You will be liked and respected, and a slut gets no respect. But you are aroused by certain acts you know are not socially acceptable, 'slutty' acts, which will lose you that respect. And you love that arousal. So you are very confused. And truly human."

He saw into her soul. She realized he had stated her own feelings to her better than she understood them herself. Intelligent is sexy. And oh, God, what sexy hands he had. She shivered at the memory of the many routes they had traced over ...