Bedtime Confessions (The Chambermaid's Tales - Short Stories) by Sarah Michelle Lynch Page A

oddly relaxed and dreamy. She held his cheeks and sucked his top lip. He moved deep inside her and she gasped. He smiled triumphantly, while she locked her arms and legs around him.
    “I love you,” she said.
    “ I love you,” he told her, in her ear, as he took his cock where it belonged.
    It felt so wonderful. She wanted more, however.
    “There is nobody around,” she said.
    “ What do you suggest?”
    She motioned for her to be on top and he waited to see what she had in mind. She sat up straight and pushed her dress down to her waist so that her entire upper body was naked.
    “Please take your t-shirt off, baby,” she said. He did.
    She touched his chest with hers and kissed him. He sat up and held her in his arms while she moved, worshipping his goddess. Her breasts bobbed in the sunlight and he gasped as they hit his cheeks and mouth. She grew wild and sought to shake his foundations.
    He rolled and pinned her down again, and he ripped the dress away above her head. They were naked together. Her back felt the cold grass beneath, and with his hot body above, she cried out with every thrust. Her hands pressed his solid buttocks into her centre and she screamed. He lifted himself up and on his knees, and bucked viciously. They could be caught at any moment but they both secretly wanted the world to see how he shafted her insides; how her body juddered with his rapid thrusts. He shot his load inside her and she milked his cock dry, drinking his life force and swooning as his arms encircled her afterward.
    It was that it felt so comfortable being together. It was that they loved one another.
    They kissed tenderly, and he aided her in redressing before laying back down beside her, once he had also re-clothed himself.
    “ That felt so natural,” he said.
    “ I know, it was marvellous.”
    They lay beneath the sun together and rested their exertions away.
     
    Then I woke up. I cried bitterly until I had no breath left.

Introduction to the Service
    ( a.k.a. Playing the Part, taken from A Fine Profession)
     
     
    I realised one day, as I was taking a long, hot bath, that there were divides to be adhered to when it came to sexual preferences. This is what I wrote down in my notebook immediately and memorised (knowing it was a failsafe guide to achieving what I wanted in any given situation):
     
    Categories of Men:-
     
Those who need to be dominated.
Those who need to be dominant.
Those with romantic notions (most of whom are clueless of their preference).
     
    Subcategories of those categories:-
     
Submissive men tend to require:
    - Being tied up and teased by their favourite parts of a woman's anatomy.
    - Being tied up and being whipped or slapped.
    - Being told what to do every step of the way, with a few cusses thrown in for good measure.
    - Sometimes, outrageous lingerie.
     
Dominators tend to require:
    - Tying a woman up/and or blindfolding, before licking and kissing her all over to assert their authority.
    - A woman pretending to be the virginal darling who has never been so full of cock before.
    - A woman on her front as they take her seemingly unwillingly.
    - That their pleasure is in preventing or prolonging their partner's. Punishments may be handed out for too much enjoyment.
     
Those with the romantic notion of making every time special:
    - A soft approach; feminine underwear, pleading whispers, their hands caressing and stroking.
    - Cunnilingus or female on top (so she can cum first) before they get the go-ahead to fuck her senseless.
    - A friendly chat to settle their nerves.
     
    I discovered I could pretend to be the submissive very well. I knew how to fake my pleasure if required, or indeed, even find pleasure in the basest predicament. One such situation involved a threesome with Mark and Florence where they both enjoyed my body together. I was tied up and Mark sprayed his seed all over my stomach. Florence was then instructed to lick it off. As she did, I imagined I was being cleaned by