Girl With a One-Track Mind: Confessions of the Seductress Next Door by Abby Lee

Author:Abby Lee [Lee, Abby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Biography & Autobiography, Personal Memoirs, Health & Fitness, Sexuality, Self-Help, Sexual Instruction, General
ISBN: 9781448148677
Google: Gtunfe-3FmwC
Publisher: Ebury Publishing
Published: 2012-08-31T23:55:59.407263+00:00

I found myself getting turned on again by the thought of doing this to a guy – although I saw myself being less aggressive, far more gentle.

But when she pulled the strap-on out of his arse and forced the guy to lick his own arse juice off the condom, I thought about getting out of there. I thought I’d reached my limit then; I couldn’t overcome my revulsion.

Luckily the session was almost at an end, but before it could finish, there was the small matter of his orgasm to contend with. Throughout the session, his cock had been totally flaccid, and I had wondered if the whole S&M dominatrix thing was just a mental fantasy, especially since Fiona swore that she never performed any ‘sexual’ acts on her clients.

I was wrong. Fiona told the client she wanted him to orgasm, and he got hard immediately. She then instructed him to climax on cue, and so he grabbed his cock and wanked himself off in front of us, finally climaxing as she commanded. He spunked a wad all over her latex-clad hand, which she then shoved into his mouth. If I hadn’t been so repelled, I might have been impressed by the way she made him ejaculate on command, but I was pretty sick to my stomach by then.

Here was an average bloke, dependent on paying someone to get his rocks off. Someone who would never love him, who would always abuse him. I couldn’t get my head round it. I have no interest in being abused, or abusing another to such an extreme.

But seeing Fiona in action and, surprisingly, feeling myself respond to a few of the activities has me intrigued about experimenting with a little light S&M for myself.

Tuesday 26th July

I now have a fetish to go with my obsessions – the sex one and the lingerie one. Not rubber; although, yes, obviously there is that now, but not only that. You see, I have discovered I have a thing for men in suits.

That’s right, suits: buttoned-up shirts, stylish ties, smart trousers with matching fitted jackets. Anything that makes a man look like he’s going to work – serious work. I’m not sure when I began to find this attractive, but it’s got more and more appealing over the last few months.

I do find my new weakness odd, because a suit is so intrinsically conservative. It represents everything I dislike so much about the Establishment: the suit is the uniform of all capitalist moneymen and bullshit politicians.

But then it’s not so much what the suit represents as what lies beneath it – the male body. Maybe it’s the contrast between the two: the cut, rigidity and conformity of the clothing juxtaposed with the hidden texture of a man’s body hair, his muscular curves and the hardness of his cock.

Or perhaps it’s just that it seems so tantalising to see a guy fully suited and booted, with his erection pressing up against the fly of his smart, pressed trousers: his carnal desire contrasting with his otherwise restrained appearance.

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