All Characters are 18 years or older.
DOMINANCE or SUBMISSION SWITCH
It was dirty kinky sex and they loved it. Hannah and Pete both enjoyed the feeling of control and they both enjoyed being controlled too and often switched between the two. Nothing was too kinky, or too bold, they loved it all both ways and any ways. They pushed each other to new highs using BDSM in every way
Craving that delicious erotic mix of Dominance and Submission.
Withholding orgasms or encouraging multiple orgasms acting out fantasies and planning scenario and for that supreme mixture of pleasure and pain, they used all sorts of sex toys and sometimes they got other people involved too. These are their stories...
Readers, please note that as this story progresses, there may be jumps in categories as it includes,BDSM, Multiple Partners,Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Sex in Public, MFM Sex, MMMF sex, DP
Chapter One
He opened the door and stood to one side, allowing her into the apartment. It was a plush, modern flat in a huge block by the river in London. It belonged to a colleague of his at work who travelled a lot on business. Pete had use of it while his friend was away, which meant he could see Hannah whenever he wanted and it gave an impression that the place was occupied, which suited his colleague too so everyone was happy.
They walked through the apartment: all clean lines and minimally furnished and Pete opened the balcony door. It was a large balcony looking out across the river, a perfect place to sit and relax on a warm summer evening like this.
Hannah & Pete had been to the shops on the way here to stock up with a few things to eat and drink as well as the basics like coffee and milk.
After hanging up a few things and laying out toiletries and wash gear and putting the shopping away, they both moved outside and Hannah sat in one of the large chairs while Pete went back inside. The pristine kitchen was just inside the balcony door and he took an already chilled bottle of champagne from the fridge. Retrieving a couple of glasses from a cupboard, he opened it and brought the freshly charged flutes out. A clink of glasses and the first sip which just seemed to flick a switch; a signal that the complete unwinding had commenced. He took off his jacket and draped it over a spare chair. They sat and chatted for a while, catching up and watching the sun slip slowly down below the horizon.