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Big Linda's Midnight Visits and Other Femdom Stories von Edwards, Lance (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 09.06.2010
  • Verlag: Pink Flamingo Publishers
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Big Linda's Midnight Visits and Other Femdom Stories

Big Linda's Midnight Visits, A Novella. He's been celibate for ten years since a car wreck landed him in a wheelchair, and his frustrated libido gets little action. But when his newest personal aide arrives, the beautiful Linda Skrue is a wet dream to behold for a terminally deprived male. The voluptuous blonde is tall, strong and outrageously stacked. Despite their professional relationship, the scent of her body and those big bra-less breasts give him raging hard-ons beyond his control. She becomes 'Big Linda' in his mind as his sexual fantasies quickly center on her. Although she initially maintains a professional demeanor, when she catches him shouting her name as he vigorously masturbates, she uses the incident to turn her client into her personal sex-toy. With a key to his house, strong urges to satisfy, and a willing and needy submissive male ready for whatever she dishes out, Big Linda begins her midnight visits. While he's eager to enjoy her infinite bounty, what awaits this hapless male are late night excursions into the dark realms of sexual desire where there are few rules and plenty to fear. Demanding his complete submission, her aggressive domination taps into deeply repressed desires. Pain, degradation and torture fuel his shameless lust, bringing him explosive climaxes he comes to crave. But when Big Linda Skrue brings along her latest girl-toy, Keri Colts, this young man-hating femme fatale threatens to take Linda's sex-slut far beyond anything that's safe and sane. Femdom Short Stories in this collection include: No Shrinking Violet - Richard's wife turns him into a male sissy-sub, and will use him just the way she felt used all their married life. In Closeted Slut he's kept in his own hidden compartment beneath the floor of her bedroom, ready and available whenever Zelda needs him for her perverse pleasure. And in Party Animal, Linda Skrue and friends return to wreak a special revenge, making their unsuspecting victim pay for the sins of the entire male sex. Also Victoria's Secret, Hot and Cold Running Cocks and Nocturnal Submission.

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: none
    Seitenzahl: 84
    Erscheinungsdatum: 09.06.2010
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781935897514
    Verlag: Pink Flamingo Publishers
    Größe: 409kBytes
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Big Linda's Midnight Visits and Other Femdom Stories

Visit One: Visiting Rites

Something absolutely incredible - and incredibly devastating - happened to me recently, something so dangerous, so stimulating, so mind-blowing - and yet so horribly demeaning - that I can't seem to come to terms with it. I guess the only answer is to finally share this with someone, let it all out, despite the considerable humiliation that's bound to cause me.

Well, psychiatry fees being what they are, you're elected to listen. I hope you can handle the story. It's pretty outrageous, to say the least, and it makes for some uncomfortable hearing and telling at times. Frankly, at this point, I don't much care if you can take it or not. After what's been going on here, after my wild, perverse, unbelievable affair with Big Linda Skrue, it's either unburden myself to a total stranger or go stark raving mad.

So here we go. To begin with, I've been stuck in a wheelchair for the last ten years. Most unfortunate, I know. A stupid accident at the height of my flaming youth robbed me of many things, not the least of which was a normal social life. But finally I found a way to turn my disability to my rather dubious advantage.

I first met this woman I came to know as 'Big' Linda when she began to work as my Personal Care Aide. She owned a small private home health care agency, and I'd hired her to help me with the things I couldn't manage myself: bathing, dressing, and other personal hygiene.

It was an agreeable situation. I didn't know much about her, but she was certainly pleasant enough. Perhaps she was a bit haughty and distant, yet competent and professional in every way. And to a terminally deprived case like me she was a wet dream to behold. Her face was truly beautiful with strong, severe features heavily freckled orange, and shimmering reddish highlights similarly overlaid the rich golden fall of her long, straight, remarkably thick hair. Tall and strong and outrageously stacked, her beauty and amazing body made her more than just a mouthwatering specimen. In a way she was also profoundly intimidating.

There was something about her, something beyond her bulky arms and shoulders, her unbelievably heavy breasts and impressively muscular six-foot one-inch frame. Maybe it was in the way she carried herself: such confident poise, such a challenging look and stance. It made me wonder if there was anyone at all out there that was truly man enough for her.

Of course, I had no illusions about myself.

I'm a good enough looking guy, and fully capable where it really counts. But there's always this goddamn wheelchair. Not many women are open-minded enough to look beyond it and give me a try. In fact, by the time I met this gorgeous Linda Skrue, my confidence had been so battered by the endless string of rejections that I never quite had the guts to make a move on her. Yet she must have known how much I wanted her. She worked in daily proximity with my naked body, after all, and some truths just can't be hidden. Practically every time she'd bathe me, I'd quickly swell into an obvious erection.

Wherever you are, Big Linda, I'm sorry. It was impossible not to.

Leaning over me in the bathtub, with her loose scrubs belling out and her bra-less breasts swaying in my face, Linda's musky scent and strong sure hands turned me on so much that I thought I'd lose my mind. Before long my obstinately unthinking cock was hardened into a bony rope of muscle, straining up above the soapy surface of the water like the one-eyed snout of a breaching leviathan.

How embarrassing. Completely professional, both of us tried to ignore it. Yet Linda's easy indifference as she scrubbed the soapy wash mitt over and around my hard, throbbing genitals only magnified my desperation.

Didn't she care how horny I was? Couldn't she tell how much I needed someone, anyone, to rescue me from my unwilling isolation? Could she possibly sense how much I was willing

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