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A Sexual Odyssey by Dominic Ridler

The lovely Lucy has led a sexually sheltered life while she’s concentrated on her career. Though her sexual fantasies are far from ordinary, she finds the men she dates unexciting, and the sex routine. One evening, when she’s out of town, she picks up a man in the hotel bar and enjoys the kind of risky one-night stand she craves. While continuing her sexual experimentation, she meets Rory in an on-line search. Under his guidance she learns about dominance and submission, and how much punishment she can take.

Later, Rory suggests a threesome with his friend Andrew, an experienced Dominant who quickly reveals to Lucy a submissive side of her personality which, up until now, she has been only dimly aware of. He introduces her to a wide range of sexual delights and perversions, allowing her to indulge in her long-buried need to be dominated. When Andrew tells her about an exclusive club, The Circle, she’s more than ready to jump right in, becoming a submissive member, if she’s accepted! First, however, she must submit to an initiation, to which she agrees. Lucy faces some grueling tests, but is determined to perform well, for Andrew’s sake. She soon finds a suitable dominant partner in the English aristocrat Sir John, who continue her journey into submission.

However, the affections between Lucy and Andrew have been building throughout the process of Lucy’s awakening. Though Andrew harbors a deep romantic passion for Lucy he cannot shake, will he be able to confess his feelings to Lucy before she is lost to him forever?

A spirited tale of sexual awakening, with consensual bdsm content.

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And then one evening it happened. She wasn’t conscious of any changes in her feelings, of something that had predisposed her, not only to acquiesce in what happened, but even to seek it out. It wasn’t as though she said to herself, I’ll be thirty any day now, it’s time to make these things happen. But nor was it a sudden, on the spur of the moment thing. It certainly was not, as had been the case all those years ago, that her actions were fuelled by alcohol. She’d had a couple of glasses of wine, but she was used to that.
Perhaps it was in part the fact that she was in a different town, not London but a large city in the north, a city where no one knew her, except those who had employed her for her legal services, and they, after taking her for a very good dinner, had all gone home. So there she was, having a small nightcap in the hotel bar when she became aware of a man looking at her. He was, like the man of all those years ago, in his forties, or perhaps older, fifty maybe. He was well-dressed, in a charcoal-grey suit, well-cut, with a rather florid but clearly expensive tie, possibly by Gucchi, she thought. He had a strong face, not exactly handsome, but with character. His hair was going grey.
That much she registered, but subconsciously she must have perceived a lot more. There was something about him that was different from the men who wanted to take her out. His expression seemed amused, not mocking but challenging, as if to say, I think I know what sort of girl you are, and that’s the sort of girl I like so don’t pretend.
He was sitting further down the bar. He made a motion to her, pointing at her now empty glass with one finger while raising an eyebrow, inviting her to have another. She hadn’t intended to, but on an impulse, proceeding from who knows exactly where, she nodded. The barman poured for her. She expected the man to come closer, to occupy the vacant seat next to her. Instead, he patted the seat next to him.
Men didn’t do that sort of thing to her very often. Was she giving off some different vibrations this time, or was he just a different sort of man? She hesitated for a moment. If she went to him, would it commit her? Not irrevocably, perhaps, but it was a step in a certain direction. The shy virgin path would definitely be blocked off.
She got down from her stool and slowly walked down the bar. She sat up on the stool next to him and carefully pulled her skirt down over her knee, just in case he should think he was home and dry. Looking back the next day, she realised she had already made her decision, but she intended to make him work for it. There was a touch of arrogance about him that appealed to her, but it was more fun if he didn’t think she was just a push-over.
They chatted a little. She told him her name was Isolde. It was a name she had used once or twice before, when she didn’t want to be identified. In her mind the name was associated with knights and chivalry; she was the aristocratic bride of Ivanhoe, or Galahad, or someone. The man said his name was Pierre; his mother had been French, he explained. He said he was a businessman; she said she was a fashion buyer for a London store. He looked her up and down. She’d always been very careful about her clothes. What she wore was important to her; it affected how people saw her, and she wanted to control what they saw. Evidently Pierre approved of her navy-blue woollen dress, tight across the bust but fuller below the waist, the hemline fashionably just below the knee.
After a while he said it was a warm night and would she care to stroll outside. It was an obvious ploy but she didn’t mind that. They walked in the gardens of the hotel, which stretched down to the river. They stopped and he put his hand up to her, stroking the back of her neck, then squeezing it gently. It was one of those things that always worked with her, though men hardly ever tried it. She turned towards him and without coyness kissed him on the mouth. His lips were warm and dry, then he opened them and slid his tongue into her mouth. It slithered around inside like a lascivious eel, poking into nooks and crannies. One hand remained on the back of her neck, caressing. Another went round her back, resting just above her bottom, slowly circling. He’s good, she thought. He knows what he’s doing. His movements were controlled, unambiguous but not crude. She found herself pressing up against him and could feel his cock bulging.
‘Shall we go in?’ she whispered.
They went up in the lift. She was on the floor above him. When they stopped at his floor he offered to come up with her.
‘No,’ she said. ‘Your room.’
Afterwards she wanted to be able to leave as soon as she wished, not have the problem of throwing him out. She wouldn’t let him put the light on, but the curtains were open and there was a strong light from the moon. He sat on the bed and she stood in front of him. She took off her dress and then her stockings and her suspenders and her bra. The knickers could wait just a while longer.
‘What do you want?’ she said. She wanted him to tell her. She wanted him to take it, whatever it was.
He stood up and put his hand on the back of her neck again, this time pushing her gently down onto her knees. He unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. It was big and hard. He was uncircumcised and she saw him pull back the foreskin to expose the purple tip. He pushed her face forward towards him and she took him in her mouth.
She hadn’t sucked a lot of cocks. Instead, men seemed always to want to go down on her, give her what they thought she liked. But she had thought about how it was best done, and she’d learned from what experience she had had. One thing she’d found was that men varied in how they liked it, some wanting it hard and fast, others preferring a slow sensual approach. Pierre liked the latter, holding her now by the hair at the back of her neck and slowing her down when she went too quickly. He fed her his cock right to the back of her throat, up to the hilt so that she nearly choked, but she didn’t mind. She liked to feel her mouth full of cock, liked to feel he wanted it all in her.
She wondered if that was going to be all he wanted, whether it would be his preference to come in her mouth, or perhaps on her face. She didn’t mind either, in fact she liked it, enjoyed the sight and smell and feel of the semen spurting from the cock, hitting the back of her throat or landing on her face, her nose, her cheeks, her mouth, dripping down her chin. Use my face if you like, she thought.
But then he pulled his cock away, putting his hands under her arms and raising her to her feet.
‘On the bed,’ he said. ‘On all fours.’
She knelt on the edge of the bed, her bottom towards him.
‘Pull your knickers down,’ he said, and she did. He took her, thrusting his cock straight into her without any ceremony. His cock was perhaps a shade thicker than average, and she liked that. Not that she cared over-much about size, but it felt good inside her as it penetrated deep then withdrew only to push in hard again. She heard herself grunting as he fucked her, not very ladylike sounds perhaps, but she was beyond that now.
‘Oh god,’ she heard herself say, ‘fuck me, fuck me.’
And he did, vigorously, even roughly. She was pleased by how long he kept it going, such a long deep fucking that by the end her cunt felt slightly bruised, but in a good way, the way of feeling really taken, and had, and used. Just before he came he did something no man had done before, pushing his thumb into her ass, so that she was plugged in both orifices. He came with a groan and she felt his cock kicking and bucking inside her. She knew he’d used a condom, so she just imagined his semen splashing into her, and when he withdrew there was no satisfying dribble of sticky white fluid from her cunt. But she was wet, very wet, and that was enough.
She lay stretched out on the bed for a moment, panting. He lay beside her, stroking her bottom.
‘Can I get you anything?’ he said.
‘Thanks,’ she answered. ‘But I think I’d better go.’
‘Are you sure?’ he said, genuine regret in his voice. But she was already pulling on her underwear.

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