The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Day 0

As I laid down into bed and my husband, Kyle, kissed me on my forehead in that way I always loved, I couldn’t help but find myself thinking back to what the crazy gypsy lady had said. She’d taken offense to the fact that I not only didn’t want my fortune told, but that I believed all fortune tellers to be con artists simply out to take people’s money. Then, when she’d claimed that her fortunes were real and her magic true, she’d taken offense when I’d argued that, even if that was true, magic was just a nicer way of saying the dark arts, the sort of unholy stuff born from pacts with demons and the like. She’d demanded I’d take back what I said, but as I wasn’t even talking to her but my husband, who incidentally should never have made eye contact with her when we were walking through the park to begin with, I ignored her. It was then that she’d actually proven my point, giving me a fortune for tomorow that was also a curse. She’d claimed that tomorow I would not go through the day in full until I could do so with out judging others as I had judged her. Every time I verbally judged some one, she claimed, I’d be forced to relive the day again, but with the very judgment I’d made of the other person made true for myself instead. In this way the curse, and day, would only end when I lived the perfect day.

It was a ridiculous notion of course. I was fairly certain she really was just crazy and spiteful, but even if she did have true magic, by cursing me she’d only proven her magic to be of the dark arts. What’s more, I didn’t judge people, or at least not unfairly, so I was certain that I had nothing to fear. And yet still, as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy...

Day 1-1

I awoke the way I most enjoy waking, wrapped up in my husbands arms. He had a habit of hugging me in his sleep and it was one I minded not one bit. At once a smile spread across my face. For all the horrible things the gypsy had said in my fortune, she’d clearly been right about one thing. Today was going to be the perfect day.

It was Saturday so of course that meant several wonderful things. First, neither I, nor Kyle, had to work. Though we rarely did, we could simply sleep away the day in each others arms if we so chose. Second, it meant that we had our bible study group at 6. It was a wonderful bunch of wholesome people who always made us feel good while also helping keep us centered on what was truly important. But third, and currently most relevantly, it being saturday meant that it was my day of the week to do my yoga exercises.

Some people hated to exercise, and I suppose depending on the type of exercise I could understand why, but not with yoga. To me yoga wasn’t a chore, it was a relaxing release, the fact that it also happened to be exercise being just a fringe benefit. As such, my saturday morning yoga exercises were truly one of the highlights of my week. Often times Kyle would wake up before or at the same time as me, and some times, upon seeing me do my yoga exercises, he would join in as well. Today, however, he remained blissfully asleep and so, as much as I would have enjoyed his company, I carefully freed myself of his arms and began to get dressed to begin my yoga exercises solo.

After slipping on one of my numerous pairs of what some might consider rather plain under wear, I put on an equally plain and equally white shirt, loose but high cut as even though only Kyle would be around to see me I didn’t want any poses causing me to expose myself. What can I say, I was raised in a very conservative family. In any case, I completed the outfit with long white cotton pants that, like the outfit as a whole, were cut to be comfortable rather then form fitting or flattering.

After laying out a mat on the floor I began my exercises and as usual lost my self in the relaxing release the various poses brought me. Before I even knew it Kyle was up, making us pancakes, sausages, and eggs in the kitchen, and my routine was over. As I made my way to the kitchen the smell brought the smile from earlier back to my face. Many women couldn’t even talk their husband’s into attempting to cook, but I was graced with one who could have been a master chef if he hadn’t found his calling in law enforcement. By the time Kyle met me at the table with two plates of food in hand, I was nearly drooling with anticipation.

“So I was thinking,” said Kyle as we began to eat his incredible breakfast offering, “maybe we should just stay home and relax today, you know, just to be on the safe side.”

“On the safe side, what do you mean?” I said none to gracefuly through a mouth packed with soft, buttery, pancakes.

“I mean if you don’t see anyone else you can’t really judge them can you, so if we just stay home, maybe while away the day cuddling and reading, or working out some more if you’d like, we won’t have anything to worry about,” responded Kyle.

This response startled me so badly I nearly choked on my sausage I’d just slipped into my mouth.

“Seriously!? You’re worried about what the crazy gypsy said? The lady was a nut, and even if she wasn’t and really is working with satan or whatever to try to curse me, its not going to do anything, I don’t judge people,” I retorted, more then a little surprised by my husband. Kyle’s expression grew uncomfortable, as if he wanted to say something in reply but was hesitant to do so. “Oh my gosh, you agree with the gypsy don’t you! You think I’m quick to judge people, to make unjust statements about people based on appearances or whatever!”

“Well... I mean...you know I know yours a wonderful, kind, and caring person who would never purposely think bad things about other people, but... well... I mean we all have some bad habits...” said Kyle none to committaly.

“Name one time I’ve judged anyone, and no that gypsy doesn’t count cause she really was a con artist and or user of dark arts,” I demanded. If it was possible, Kyle began to look even more uncomfortable.

“Pretty... pretty much any time we go out anywhere... I mean, you always have something to say about the people eating at the near by table or the teens walking down the street or... well... pretty much every body we come across. You don’t do it to be mean, its just sort of the way you see the world, you analyze everything and every one and your not hesitant to give your opinion on what you see,” said Kyle with a look that seemed to suggest he was afraid I was going to bite his head off.

For a moment I sent him a dark stare... but then I calmed myself. I was still a little peeved he had refered to my usual observational comments as a ‘bad habit’, but I could see his side of it. What he didn’t understand, though, was that I wasn’t judging people, I was simply stating facts. Would I be judging his jeans if I called them blue? Of course not, and what I did with people was the same thing, I merely commented on what I saw, and didn’t make judgments. Still, I wasn’t going to argue the point further, after all, this whole thing was silly.

“Look, if we throw away our whole day cause of something some crazy lady said, we’re letting her get her way whether she has magic or not,” I said to which I could see Kyle was about to reply before I continued, “Don’t misunderstand me though, for your sake I’ll take this seriously, I just suggest that instead of wasting our day we simply go about our day as normal and I’ll simply hold back from making any comments on the people I see today.”

Kyle still seemed unsure about my offering, but I could tell he knew my mind was set on the matter so, as he often did in situations such as this, he relented.

“Alright, you win,” said Kyle in defeat. “So what would you like to do today then?”

“Well I noticed a number of your pairs of under wear are getting a bit... holy, if you will, so I figured we’d go down to the department store and pick you up some new ones. Some of my under wear and a blouse of mine could probably do for a retirement as well so I can also pick those up too while we’re there,” I suggested and, though Kyle lacked my love of clothes shopping, he agreed.

The whole drive over I could tell Kyle was still nervous. It made me disapointed in him to be honest, that he didn’t trust me to go one day with out commenting on some one but, in his defense, I did kind of do it a lot. Still, his nervoussness only increased as we entered the department store and it was beginning to make me more than a little uncomfortable.

“Come on dear, trust me, everythings going to be fine, no, better then fine, today is going to be the perfect day, you’ll see,” I reassured him. He smiled meekly back, making it clear he was not nearly as convinced as I was.

We picked up Kyles under wear quickly as Kyle was not too choosy, basically picking up the first bag of briefs he came across in his size. I also quickly managed to find a nice, conservative, white blouse . Before we left Kyle seemed to show interest in a blouse for me himself, but it was a bit on the low cut side and a light shade of pink. Aside from the fact I didn’t want anyone seeing even the top of my chest outside of Kyle, I generally prefered only whites, greys, blacks, and tans, simple colors that didn’t really draw the eye but looked professional, so we passed on it. Finally we made it to the women’s under wear section.

If Kyle had been nervous before, he looked doubly so now, but I doubted the worry of me judging anyone was anywhere on his mind anymore as he always got this way when I shopped for under wear. I admit, I didn’t really understand it. Maybe, just maybe, I could have understood it if I bought the sort of slutty under garments the woman a few feet away from me was looking at, but I only bought the most boring and conservative stuff to be had. Kyle had asked me before if I would be comfortable wearing things a bit more “risque” for him, at least in the bed room, but I just didn’t feel comfortable with the idea. It always seemed to me slutty under wear was ‘unholy’ in the biblical sense, the sort of thing God would not approve of, even if limited to bed room use. You were basically using clothing to draw attention to areas of the body that were meant to be hidden, not accuentated. And besides, what was the point, you’d just be putting it on to take it off for the actual sex, the whole thing seemed kind of silly to me.

I had just found my usual brand of comfortable plain white cotton panties when my point was all but made for me when I found my attention drawn to the hot pink thong under wear that the other wise proper looking woman near me had exposed herself to be wearing when she had bent over to pick something up off the ground.

“Can you believe this lady wearing those kind of panties? I betcha she’s one of those types that wants to look like a wholesome godly woman, but secretly wants just as badly to feel sexy as all the slutty teens she turns down her nose at, so she hides slutty under garments under her clothes to get the best of both worlds. Hell, I bet she’d never admit but she secretly gets a sick perverted rush every time some one notices her thong,” I whispered to Kyle. Almost at once I could tell from the horrified look in Kyle’s face that I had just slipped up. “Oh crap! Wait, see, nothings happening. I told you that gypsy was just...”

Day 1-2

I awoke the way I most enjoy waking, wrapped up in my husbands arms. He had a habit of hugging me in his sleep and it was one I minded not one bit. At once a smile spread across my face. For all the horrible things the gypsy had said in my fortune, she’d clearly been right about one thing. Today was going to be the perfect day.

Almost at once I felt a strange wave of what I could best describe as dejavu sweep over me and I’m ashamed to admit that, for a moment, I actually was worried that something was up. The worry quickly went away, however, as I assured myself that waking up in a manner such as this was not uncommon. It only made sense that it would be familar to me.

Once over my initial unease I recalled, quite happily, that today was Saturday, and as such, slipped out of my husbands arms and began to get dressed for my weekly yoga session. As usual I slipped on a sheer, hot pink, thong and a matching hot pink push up bra. If truth be told the under wear wasn’t really for my husband’s benefit, but my own, as wearing it just always made me feel sexy. Of course, I’d never admit that, I knew I shouldn’t want to have anything in common with all the slutty teen age girls I saw wearing similar underwear and clothes that did nothing to hide it, but there was a part of me that badly wanted to feel sexy too. Maybe it was just a girl thing? Regardless, as far as Kyle knew the under wear was for him, and I made certain to wear clothes that would hide my secret sexy shame well. Even my yoga outfit, though no one would be able to see me in it but Kyle, was big and baggy, and fully obscured them. If Kyle wanted to see them, he’d have to wait till we were making love.

After laying out a mat on the floor I began my exercises and as usual lost my self in the relaxing release the various poses brought me. Before I even knew it Kyle was up, making us pancakes, sausages, and eggs in the kitchen, and my routine was over. As I made my way to the kitchen the smell brought the smile from earlier back to my face. The smile was quickly shaken, however, by the return of the feeling of dejavu from before.

I shook my head to throw the annoying worries away. I was just letting the gypsy’s talk get to me. Of course this was familar, this wasn’t the first time Kyle had made me this meal, nor that it had smelled so good. But here I was ruining what should have been a perfect breakfast on the perfect day by worrying about how familar it felt.

After breakfast, and a short argument about whether or not we should waste the day or spend it actually doing things, one which I won, we made our way to the local department store to buy clothes. Between Kyle’s look of nervousness, and my own continuing feelings of dejavu, however, I found myself unable to enjoy the trip. By the time we had purchased me a blouse and Kyle under wear, I was almost beginning to seriously doubt myself. This all felt way too familar despite the fact we hadn’t gone shopping in months. The dejavu hit its peak when, while looking for some more sexy under wear to add to my collection, I noticed an other wise proper looking lady expose the fact she was wearing a thong under her slacks. After shaking away the feeling, however, I couldn’t help but smile at the discovery.

Good for her, I thought. After all, it was nice to know I wasn’t the only one who liked to feel sexy with out actually dressing like a slut where people could see.

After the strangely familar moment with the exposed thong I was happy to find that the feeling of dejavu had seemingly gone away entirely. By the time we’d reached the food court of the mall we’d been shopping in I felt completely reassured that the dejavu had been entirely in my head.

“You... you know your thong is showing,” said Kyle, now staring at his feet and looking as guilty as if I’d caught his hand in a cookie jar. At once I felt my self flush as a delicious rush of arousal ran over me. I quickly pulled up my slacks but couldn’t stop feeling ashamed at my reaction to his discovery. I should have been mortified, but instead I’d actually been turned on. I felt like some kind of sick pervert and was so off put by the whole thing that Kyle had to order for me when we reached the front of the line. By the time we reached a table to eat, Kyle was looking at me again, but while thankfully he did not appear to be judging me, he did appear to be desperately trying to think of something to say to break the uncomfortable mood his discovery had created. When it became clear he had nothing, I decided to take the matter into my own hands.

“So, we don’t have the bible study till 6, and we already did what I wanted to do, anything you’d like to do today?” I inquired of Kyle while I drank a bottole of iced tea and ate some of the Chinese food we’d picked up. After taking a moment to swallow his own food, Kyle responded.

“I don’t know, I guess just go back to the apartment and hang out?” While I was happy that the mood seemed to have been broken, I was a little frustrated with the fact Kyle seemed to be trying to get me back home again. I knew he had plenty of things he’d wanted to do this weekend, he’d mentioned a number of them through out the week.

“Ugh, fine, but lets at least pick up a movie on the way back. I believe I heard that that one tear jerker true story movie came out on dvd this week,” I relented and suggested. I could tell from the look on Kyle’s face, however, that he was even still worried about going to a video rental store. “And we can get the dvd from one of those dvd boxes they have on the outside of the stores now adays, I think theres one just outside the exit over there.”

This finally seemed to appease Kyle and thus, as we finished eating, we made our way toward the exit. As we made our way outside and began to look for the dvd rental box I couldn’t help but notice the attached restraunts. Unlike the other restraunts in the food court, which were basically fast food, these were sit down restraunts with their own seating, including some outdoor seating as well. One of the restraunts was just a fancy mexican restraunt, but the other was the sort of “theme” restauraunt I detested, namely one whose theme was having all their waitresses wear slutty outfits. Unlike many such restauraunts, which had pre-supplied outfits for its employees, this more locally owned restauraunt seemed to only have a dress code of a mini-skirt and tight t-shirt in their restauraunts colors, with the actual clothes left up to the waitresses themselves to acquire to their discression. There was no denying that every waitress I could see was wearing clothes intended to increase their tips, but one in particular stood out to me. Unlike the rest, whose outfits, while a bit slutty, stayed as within reason as the dress code allowed, this particular waitress’s outfit looked like something only a prostitute could normally get away with wearing. The top wasn’t just tight, but sheer, doing little to hide the lack of bra she wore under nearth, and her mini-skirt was really more of a micro-skirt, only really hiding her restraunt theme’d colored panties when she remained perfectly still in an upright position. She even completed the outfit with stripper heels, a garter belt, and restaurant color themed thigh high hose being held up by said belt. And despite wearing an outfit I wouldn’t even feel comfortable wearing even if I was completely alone, she seemed to be strutting about in it as if she was actually proud of her outfit and how it out smutted her fellow employees.

“Gosh, can you believe that slut, I might disagree with all of the waitresses at that restaurants choice of degrading themselves by working some where that makes them wear such provocative outfits, but I at least get the impression that for most of the girls here that this is just a job. That slut though, she not only appears to be proud of how pornographic her appearance is, she looks like she’s actually enjoying all the ogling! Attention whore exhibitionists like her make me sick, I mean, there are kids that come to this mall for goodness sake!” I told Kyle in a rage. The look on Kyle’s face, however, immediately caused my previous dejavu to return. “Oh crap! I just judged her didn’t I!? And I’ve done this before too haven’t I!? But wait, nothing is hap...”

Day 1-3

I awoke the way I most enjoy waking, wrapped up in my husbands arms. He had a habit of hugging me in his sleep and it was one I minded not one bit. At once a smile spread across my face. For all the horrible things the gypsy had said in my fortune, she’d clearly been right about one thing. Today was going to be the perfect day.

Almost at once I felt a strange wave of what I could best describe as dejavu sweep over me and then, even more creepily, I felt an almost indescribable feeling of dejavu at the feeling of dejavu. What the heck was that? I couldn’t help but wonder. Still... it couldn’t have been that curse... I mean, I’ve woken up like this before, of course it’d be familar... right?

It took me a while to shake the feeling of dejavu from my mind, particularly the strange second wave of it, but eventually I did. I was just being stupid, I assured myself, I’m just letting that gypsy lady’s threat mess with me. Once I finally convinced myself of that fact I was able to focus on bright matters, such as the fact that today was Saturday, and thus my day of the week to do my yoga exercises.

After slipping out from under Kyle’s arm I began to get dressed in my usual yoga exercise wear, starting first with a hot pink thong, then into my skin tight, equally hot pink, spandex work out outfit. There were many things I loved about yoga and working out, but perhaps none more then the fact that it was one of the few things you could do in life where it was culuturally exceptable to wear slutty form fitting clothing. Of course, most people didn’t wear theres a size too small as I did, but I found that doing so caused the spandex to meld even more tightly to my skin, allowing anyone who might look at me to see my every curve. It also meant that, since I was relatively small in the chest by most standards, I could work out with out the need of a bra. The stares I got when my nipples hardened during my work outs were just a bonus.

Usually I prefered to work out with Kyle so that I could enjoy his lustful stares, but as he looked so peaceful lying there in bed, I decided instead to simply set up my mat in front of the bed room window and open the blinds. I’d worked out in the living room before, but we had gotten complaints from neighbors, so now the stares of the horny teenage old boy next store had to suffice. Luckily, since he’d gotten his first glimpse from his bedroom, he’d been back every week, hoping this would be a week my husband would sleep in again.

Once I spotted the boy looking down at me from his window, I began my exercises, doing my best to pretend I didn’t notice him while both getting lost in the relaxing release the various poses brought me, and getting wet from the sexual excitement of knowing every intimate curve of my body was being seen, only just barely hidden behind thin, tightly stretched, fabric. From time to time I’d find excuses to do poses that allowed me to make eye contact with the boy, letting him both know I knew he was watching, and enjoying the fact that in spite of that knowledge, the boy never turned away, never stopped dedicating every ounce of his attention to me. Clearly he, just as I, never wanted the routine to end, but, but before I even knew it, I heard Kyle up and about, likely making us pancakes, sausages, and eggs in the kitchen, signaling me to wrap up my little ‘private’ show if I didn’t want to have a lot of questions to answer to. After doing one last, and completely fake, stretch in order to push out my meager chest for the boys enjoyment, I put away my mat and made my way to the kitchen where the smell wafting through the air immediately brought my smile back to my face. The smile was quickly shaken, however, by the return of the feeling of dejavu from before, as well as the strange double effect on the dejavu itself.

For a moment, I’m ashamed to admit, I became genuinely worried that something was up, but I quickly pushed that thought away. This smell too was one I was both fond of and familar with, it only made sense I should find it memorable. My feelings of unease were not aided, however, when Kyle set down our food only to look on me with concern, instead of lust.

“So I was thinking,” said Kyle as we began to eat his incredible breakfast offering, “maybe we should just stay home and relax today, you know, just to be on the safe side.”

Immediately I let out a sigh.

“Are you really worried about what the gypsy lady said, or is this just your latest excuse to keep me inside cause your ashamed of the way I dress in public?” I asked in annoyance. Kyle was a great and loving husband, but he’d apparently gotten the impression that I’d only dressed so provactively when we were dating to entice him and had never been fond of the fact I continued to dress as I did even after we were married and even when I was going places with out him, leaving no room for doubt that my attire was not strickly for his enjoyment. “So I’ve got a little bit of an exhibitionist streak in me, my outfits don’t hurt any body, heck if anything I’m bringing joy to the men of the world.”

This caused Kyle to roll his eyes.

“I’m not going to lie, that would be a fringe benefit, goodness knows I still have nightmares about the appauled looks of the people in that bible study group we tried to attend, but I’m doing my best to learn to live with your fashion and love you for who you are. But really, that gypsy lady’s words kept me up all night. I don’t know why, but I just have this feeling that she wasn’t a fraud, that you’ve really been cursed,” argued Kyle.

“So what if I have, if I remember correctly I’m perfectly fine as long as I don’t ‘judge’ anyone today, and I don’t judge people, so I’ll be fine. And don’t bring up that gypsy lady cause I didn’t judge her, I accurately described her, as her attempt to curse me only proved she was either an embarassed fraud, or truly is using dark magic,” I countered.

The argument went on for a while, but eventually Kyle relented and we made our way to a department store at the mall to pick up some clothes we needed. Acquring Kyles clothes took little time and cost little money, but our next stop was for my clothes, which always took longer and much more money. it was kind of odd when you thought about it, most of the clothing I bought used significantly less cloth then anything I could get at a normal department store, yet usually costed signifcantly more. In some cases I could see the argument regarding the expensive silky fabrics involved, but in most cases I was pretty sure I was just being price gouged for my love of dressing slutty. It also didn’t help that, at least with under wear, you usually had to buy in singles, no reduced price 4 piece sets or what have you.

Still, once I found the top and under wear I was looking for, I knew it was worth the money. The top was a blouse that was cut incredibly low and didn’t even have its first button until just below the chest line. It was also both bright red, and fairly sheer, all but guarenteeing it would draw any guy who saw it’s eyes, and give them quite a bit to see once there. The under wear were all either equally sheer, crotchless, or covered up so little they were really just meant to draw attention to my privates, not obscure view of them in any way.

“Okay you got your clothes, can we go now?” said Kyle. I wasn’t sure if he was simply still nervous about the so-called curse, or if it was just because, being the prude that he was, he hated being in this type of store. Whatever the reason, I admit I felt sorry for him.

“Okay okay, sorry I took so long, tell you what, lets just go pick up a movie, maybe that tear jerker based on a true story thing I heard came out this week, then go home, watch the movie, and relax away the evening?” I suggested. “We’ll even go to that box thing outside the exit of the food court to pick it up so we won’t have to go into an actual video rental place.”

This, much to my delight, seemed to ease Kyle’s concerns and I saw the warm, loving, smile of his I loved so much, return to his face. He really did care deeply for me, even inspite of my exhibitionistic tendencies that were so strongly against his own morals. I was certainly lucky to have him, most girls who dressed like I did probably only ever got attention from losers and perverts who only wanted them for sex. As we began to leave the store I noticed such a guy talking to a girl dressed much as I was. It was plain from his leers and utter lack of respect he was showing her that he had no intention of having any sort of meaningful relationship with the girl, he simply wanted her for sex, yet much to my surprise, the girl seemed to be reciprocating, even further flaunting her assets to make it clear she only wanted the same thing.

“What a shameless floozy...” I muttered under my breadth. It took me only a moment to realize what I had done. “Oh crap! Wait, nothings happening, maybe that didn’t coun....”

Day 1-4

I awoke the way I most enjoy waking, naked, sweaty, and covered in cum. Some times the men I had over chose to spend the night and I’d wake up to them next to me too, but it was rare and today, like usual, my ‘partner’ from the previous night was no where to be seen. Of course I knew Kyle was still here, though as we were unmarried he slept in a seperate room as he always did. I had to hand it to the guy, despite his beliefs he loved me so much that he continued to stay with me, hoping to some day convince me the error of my loose sexual ways and hoping that I’d stay true to just him. Of course that was never going to happen, I loved to sleep around, I wasn’t ashamed of it, heck I proudly told people up front I was a floozy, and thus I had no intention of ever changing. But still, I did also kind of feel bad for him, and on some level I think I really did love him too... just not enough to keep my legs closed when there was a cock about. In any case, to wake in such a nice way brought a smile across my face. For all the horrible things the gypsy had said in my fortune, she’d clearly been right about one thing. Today was going to be the perfect day.

Almost at once I felt a mix of weird sensations. On some level there was a strange feeling of almost dejavu, but on another level there was the exact opposite feeling, a feeling as if this was not only something that had never happened to me before, but never should have. How two so completely opposite sensations could co-exist I could not say, but only the former made sense. After all, rare was the day that I didn’t spend the evening having wild sex only to wake up as I had... so why did the thought seem so foriegn... so... wrong to me? As I had no explanation for it, I simply ignored it, instead hopping in the shower to rinse the cum off my body. I smiled in the mirror when I noticed where the cum had splattered on me during the boob job I had given. Who needed big tits and the various back problems they caused, I could get the job done just fine with what I had. Once out of the shower I remembered it was Saturday, and as such, moved onto my weekly yoga session.

As I set up my mat in front of my window, still naked and dripping, it occured to me that if I was just an exhibitionist and not quite so shameless, I might have at least worn some clothing, albeit probably revealing, to cover up my private parts while I worked out. Instead, however, I merely threw on some stockings, a garter belt to hold them up, some satin arm length gloves in the same hot pink as the stockings and belt, and finished it off with a big hot pink bow I tied into my hair. Sure, it would have been even easier to wear nothing at all, but that might have given the impression that I was simply lazy, or that I believed no one could see me so there was no reason to wear clothes. As both an exhibitionist, and a shameless floozy, however, that was not at all what I wanted. I wanted my voyeur to know that I had gotten dressed because I knew I might be seen and yet had gone out of my way to dress myself in such a way as to keep my privates fully exposed for the enjoyment of whoever might see me.

Once fully dressed I began my routine and I had to say, aside from the relaxation of it, and of course the sexual joy I got from knowing the neighbor boy was seeing parts of my body even most strip clubs kept hidden, I also loved how limber yoga made me, allowing me to reach positions during sex most women only dreamed of. Of course, also as usual, before I was even half way through the routine the actual yoga positions had stopped and been replaced by pornographic ones, each lewder then the last. What can I say, I’m shameless, and man did I love the look my poses put on the young neighbor boy’s face. As usual I didn’t hide the fact I saw him either, and though it had taken him awhile to ‘cum’ around, thanks to my goading, he no longer hid what his right hand was doing while he was watching.

Once it was clear the young man, and his sock, had had their ‘fill’, I threw on some crotchless panties and a matching shelf bra (Kyle had seen me naked enough that it didn’t draw his eyes as it used to so I’d recently taken to using slutty under wear to once more draw attention with out really hiding anything) and made my way to the kitchen where I was greeted by both a delicious sight and an equally delicious smell, namely the horny looking man from across the street who’d come over for his saturday morning blow job, and the smell of pancakes, eggs, and sausage that Kyle had prepared. I still remember when I’d first gotten in trouble for performing my naked yoga in front of the front window all of the neighbors had openly complained, but Mr. Tohmson here had later met with me in private to threaten to report me to the cops and have me registered as a sex offender unless I was willing to make a ‘deal’ with him. Maybe if I was less of a floozy I would have turned him down, I mean I’m not really the type to give into black mail, but I was a floozy, and I wanted his cock, so I’d have agreed to his weekly ‘payments’ with out any threat.

The only real downside to getting to suck Mr. Tohmson’s cock every saturday morning was that it meant I had to wait on eating Kyle’s incredible breakfast. The annoyed, almost hurt look in his eyes when I went down on Mr. Tohmson wasn’t great either, but again, I certainly wasn’t ashamed. Today, however, Kyle seemed to be less focused on what, or specifically who, I was doing, and more on something that had him looking nervous.

“So I was thinking,” said Kyle as he began to eat his incredible breakfast offering and I brought Mr. Tohmson to his first orgasm of the morning, “maybe you should just stay home and relax today, you know, just to be on the safe side.”

“Onm tu sef syd, ut du u men?” I said none to gracefuly through a mouth packed with sticky, salty, semen.

“I mean if you don’t see anyone else you can’t really judge them can you, so if you just stay home, maybe while away the day cuddling and reading, or working out some more if you’d like, you won’t have anything to worry about,” responded Kyle.

This response startled me so badly I nearly choked on Mr. Tohmson’s sausage I’d just slipped back into my mouth.

“Seriously!? You’re worried about what the crazy gypsy said? The lady was a nut, and even if she wasn’t and really is working with satan or whatever to try to curse me, its not going to do anything, I don’t judge people,” I retorted, more then a little surprised by Kyle. He couldn’t really think that could he? And if he did, what was it to him, it wasn’t like we were married, I could do whatever the hell I wanted. When I saw Kyle’s expression grow uncomfortable, as if he wanted to say something in reply but was hesitant to do so, I realized the truth. “Oh my gosh, you agree with the gypsy don’t you! You think I’m quick to judge people based on appearances or whatever!”

“Well... I mean...you know I know yours a wonderful kind and caring person, no matter how loose your sexual morals might be, and you know I know you would never purposely think bad things about other people, but... well... I mean we all have some bad habits...” said Kyle none to committaly.

“Ugh, look at this, your causing Mr. Tohmson here to deflate, and he’s almost always good for two rounds,” I said causing Mr. Tohmson’s face to blush bright red. It had been a while before the man had even been comfortable with the fact Kyle was in the house with us when I blew him, I could only imagine what my talking about him while Kyle was in the room with us was doing to him and the last thing I wanted was to lose such a consistent source of sex, albeit of the oral variety. “You know what, fine, whatever, I’ll stay home and watch my pornos today, will that make you happy? I’ve got a new one I picked up the other day I haven’t watched yet anyway.”

This seemed to bring Kyle ease and, I admit, I was happy to see it. Despite how overly protective he could be of me some times, I knew he did what he did out of love, and even if we didn’t see eye to eye in the area of sex, I had to admit that deep down I loved him too. In another time, in another life where I wasn’t such a shameless floozy, we probably could have been husband and wife.

With that settled and all my focus returned to my blow job, I was indeed able to recover, bringing Mr. Tohmson to his second orgasm of the morning before helping zip him up and sending him on his way. From there I finally got to enjoy the incredible breakfast Kyle had prepared for me and even inspite of all the cum I’d ingested, I quickly devoured it all.

As I went and grabbed my newest porno and set up the dvd player in the living room to play it, I noticed Kyle heading back to his room.

“Hey, where do you think your going!” I called out, “If I’m going to be stuck home watching sex instead of participating in it on your account, your at least going to join me.”

I knew Kyle hated pornos, probably almost as much as he hated seeing me have sex with other men, but my point had been valid. If I was going to throw away my day the least he could do was suffer a bit by providing me company. I admit I also had the ulteir motive of hoping that one day I’d find a porno that would actually get him in the mood and I’d be able to take advantage of his horniness to finally get sex with the one man I wanted it with most.

As he usually did, Kyle protested at first, but eventually relented, and within a few minutes we were sitting on the couch together, watching one of the cheesier pornos I’d seen in a while. Things went as usual at first, with my frigging myself off while Kyle just sat next to me looking uncomfortable, but took a quick turn for the worst when a second girl joined the room.

Now, being a shameless floozy, I had no problem with three somes. Two guys and a girl was my favorite, but two girls and a guy could be okay when it focused on the two girls pleasuring the guy, or put more plainly, when it was done in non-homosexual way. That was not the case with this video. In fact, it became readily apparent very quickly that the girls were only acting when making love to the guy and only genuinely turned on when making out or having intercourse with each other. Aside from the fact that the thought of making out with another woman was repulsive, the bible (for how little I addmittedly followed it myself) was very clear that same gender sex was flat out wrong and likely punishable by damnation.

“Ugh, talk about an arousal killer. Can you believe these nymphomaniac lesbians, yeah, sure their bi-curious, as in curious if any guy can get them off as well as a girl can. The dumbest part is that it seems like these are the kind of dykes men actually seem to want to see in pornos the most. At least you’re one guy who is not only as sickened by homos like these Sapphic tarts as I am, but acknowledges how heretical it is, right?” I asked in hopes of drawing some common ground between us. Instead, when Kyle turned to me, I found a look of horror on his face. It took me a moment, but then it dawned on me why. “Wait, you don’t suppose that counts? I mean they aren’t even here, they’re just...”

Day 1-5

I awoke the way I most enjoy waking, naked, sweaty, and with the taste of pussy still lingering on my lips and tongue. My partner from the night prior, a red head as fiery in the sack as the neatly trimmed hair in her snatch, still lay beside me asleep. Of course, being a nymphomaniac, I would have none of that, as I slowly worked my way down to her thighs and began to kiss my way back up before reaching my destination. The red head, whose name I either never got, or simply didn’t remember, moaned only a few times before waking, but thankfully did not find her wake up call unpleasant as she soon pushed my head more tightly against her crotch. After my tongue had brought her at least 3 orgasms of her own, she finally decided to join the fun, completing the 69 and bringing me several orgasms of my own before finally tiring. Being a nymphomaniac I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disapointed, I could have easily wasted away the whole day just having sex there in bed, but still, to wake so pleasantly brought a smile to my wonderfully wet face. For all the horrible things the gypsy had said in my fortune, she’d clearly been right about one thing. Today was going to be the perfect day.

For a moment I felt a strange sense of both dejavu... and a strangely sickening feeling that something was horrifically and disturbingly wrong. I worried briefly that perhaps my odd feelings had something to do with the curse the crazy gypsy lady had mentioned the night prior, but looking over the morning I could not see how that could have possibly been the case. Waking to find a sexy woman in bed with me, and then waking her via oral sex, these were common place in my apartment, and hardly anything I shouldn’t find familar. As to why the thought of what I’d done had me feeling so oddly disgusted, that I could not say, but the feeling was fading fast so I decided merely to ignore it.

Once our morning love making session was over the red head thanked me for the great evening, and morning, then quickly got dressed and made her way out, apparently having some place to be. I suspected, however, that the truth was simply that my sexual appetite was just too much for her and she needed a break. It was fine with me, however, as Saturday mornings were my yoga exercise time anyway.

As I began my routine I couldn’t help but wonder how some people found the exercises so relaxing, for me all they seemed to do was further stimulate my already near insatiable libido. I wasn’t 5 minutes into my routine before I was sopping wet and my so-called yoga session switched into a prolonged masturbation session. The young voyeur who was performing his own ‘session’ in the house next store didn’t seem to mind my change of course one bit, however, nor had he ever. I admit, I lamented having a male neighbor, rather then a female one, to pleasure myself for their viewing pleasure, but while I certainly was a lesbian, I was also a shameless exhibitionist and attention whore, so I enjoyed any specators I could get. To be fair, as well, I was at least a bit bi-curious, I just hadn’t yet found the man who could give me the sort of pleasure in bed a woman could.

Once my yoga and masturbation session had concluded, I threw on a crotchless pair of panties and a matching shelf bra and made my way to the kitchen where the one man I suspected might be able to achieve such a feat, awaited with breakfast.

Kyle was a strange man. He was as prudish as they came, neither approving of my choice of clothing, my sexual promiscuity, nor even the gender of the vast majority of my partners. In spite of all that, however, he claimed to see something in me, some sort of spark that told him that despite my life style, I was not just a good person, but his soul mate. As such, he not only had become my closest and most trusted friend, but my room mate. What’s more, he was constantly treating me far nicer then I deserved, making incredible meals for me and giving me support when most of my other so called friends didn’t even want to be seen in the same room as me. He’d even stood up for me when that creep, Mr. Tohmson from across the street, had tried to black mail me into giving him weekly blow jobs in exchange for not calling the cops on me for exposing myself and masturbating naked in front of my front window. To be fair, I would have been ok with the choice of payment, I wasn’t really into cocks but blowing a guy wasn’t anything I’d feel ashamed about, if anything it would have made a good sob story to get other lesbians into my bed, but Kyle was always trying to be my white knight for whatever reason. I appreciated it, even loved him for it, but I admit that some times I did fantasize that he’d have gotten me out of blowing Mr. Tohmson in exchange for blowing him instead, now that’s something I would have actually been genuinely interested in trying.

In any case, it was because I knew how much Kyle genuinely cared for me that, upon expressing concern over breakfast about the curse the gypsy had put on me, I had eventually conceded to his silly fears and agreed to spend the day at home watching pornos. In exchange, however, he had agreed to endure watching them with me. I knew they made him uncomfortable, I knew he thought not only pre-maritial sex, but especially sex between two women, was disgusting and wrong, but I think some part of me also hoped that by being subjected to this sort of material enough, he’d eventually come to grow more accepting of it, and then maybe, just maybe, we could be more then just friends.

I meant friends with benefits of course, theres no way I’d be tied down to one person, let a lone a man.

In any case, things played out as usual, with my frigging myself off (yes again, I told you I’m a nympho) while Kyle sat next to me looking uncomfortable. The movie I’d chosen was one I’d gotten recently and had not yet watched, and was overal quite hot and enjoyable, but one particular actress continued to nag at me through out. She had bleach blonde hair, tits the size of her head, an ass that looked equally augmented, and an acting ability that was quite frankly the worst I’d ever seen, and thats saying something coming from some one who watches as many pornos as I did.

“Oh come on, can you believe this big titted bimbo, she clearly got her absurdly huge tit and ass implants to try to hide the fact she’s so stupid she could be out smarted by a 5 year old. I bet the only things she knows how to do competantly are fuck, blow, dance erotically, and walk in 6 inch heels,” I remarked. At once the look of horror on Kyle’s face made me realize what I’d done. “Wait, you don’t suppose that counts? I mean they aren’t even here they’re just...”

Day 1-6

I woke way me most enjoy wake, me junk trunk and bottom mouth full of cum, and me top mouth tasting of pussy. I would be liar if I said I no got pleasure from soreness in me yummy much big fake tit job pillows that many man and girl had, as they said, ‘fondled’, or in me also yummily much big and fake junk trunk, that was much spanked, also. I honestly no remember much of night prior. After I done pole dancing for night, me vaguely rememberized some ting about a ‘gypsy’ and a ‘curse’, what ever those are, then just much hours and hours of sex with many many women and not quite so many guys, all of whom me never met before. All that much fine, cept, I no know how is I gotten home... but then me remember with much stupid that Mr. Kyle had been with me. Mr. Kyle was always with me. He protect me when me need protecting, but no tell me I can’t do what me want neither. I was... er... I is, truly lucky to have a Mr. Kyle. Just think about him put big smile on me face and made me know, as always, that today would be perfect day.

Me mornin start like every morning, with me doing pole dance on pole me Mr. Kyle install for me near window. Me always want learn yoga, but it be much too complicate for me. Still, neighbor boy much enjoy me no clothes pole dances, and give me much honor and horniness by make plesure stick go boom while watch. By end of dance me so horny me much quick put in bottom mouth magic vibrate pleasure stick. Me many time try bring self pleasure on own with hand in past, but me no is good at it, only good at fucking to release me much horniness so magic vibrate pleasure stick used when no one around.

Well no one but me Mr. Kyle, who greet me with much breakfast before he remind me I not should walk with vibrate pleasure stick still in bottom mouth. As me eat much yummy breakfast with Mr. Kyle me feel strange, as if me expect Mr. Kyle ask me some ting. Mr. Kyle never does ask me no ting, however, and simply take me to live in room to watch much yummy love make show together, as Mr. Kyle no me much like. As we watch Mr. Kyle use his own hands and me magic vibrate pleasure stick to help me get much, as he say, ‘orgasms’. Me can tell Mr. Kyle no enjoy help me in this way, but me also tell Mr. Kyle love me too much to no help when Mr. Kyle know I need much ‘orgasms’ as me do. Though me generally prefer girls with much bottom lips give me ‘orgams’, some how is best with Mr. Kyle. Me also love when, despite he much argue he no do, me see Mr. Kyle make look at me naked body while me get ‘orgasms’. Me hope some day Mr. Kyle will use own pleasure stick to give me ‘orgasms’.

After yummy love make show end, Mr. Kyle help me dress in me favorite clothe. Mr. Kyle argue, as usual, that me should both wear clothe that cover me more and wear bra that give me yummy much big tit job pillows more ‘support’, what ever that be, but me no have it. Me get pleasure much from people see me look much like slut and me no buy much biggness for me tit job pillows so me can hide them. Mr. Kyle do give me much happy when he say me much impress him with how me walk much good in me much high heel. Me always much love attention, but is best when Mr. Kyle give much praise.

Once Mr. Kyle get me agree wear more then only much high heel, Mr. Kyle take me shop for much new cloths. After pick up Mr. Kyle clothe, me much happy find Mr. Kyle take me to much sexy store to buy me much clothe too. Me use money me make doing much fun and much easy for me lap dance and me buy much much slutty clothe and under clothe. Mr. Kyle no approve me choice, but man who take money seem much fine with it. Me make note to me self to give nice man much good fuck when me see him again. As man is man and is no Mr. Kyle, me no find man make me feel much want sex as me feel when see woman, but me want much impress Mr. Kyle with me gener... with me gonorosi... with me much good girl.

After shop clothe Mr. Kyle take me to magic food make place in mall. There me find much sexy china woman me fuck much few weeks back. After much convince with Mr. Kyle, Mr. Kyle let me talk sexy china woman whom I am much happy find follow me to pee pee room where we much fuck again. In much humor, Mr. Kyle bring me food and me eat chinese for second time in day, though me prefer taste of much sexy china woman. When me tell Mr. Kyle so, he much frown. Me try pick up Mr. Kyle spirit by remove me feet from me heels and me much rub his pleasure stick under magic food holder while me offer eat Mr. Kyle much too, but Mr. Kyle push me foot away and make me much disapoint.

Me ask Mr. Kyle who me can fuck next as me is much horny again, and Mr. Kyle roll his both eye. Much to me happiness, though, Mr. Kyle pull out his magic talk stick and use it call me favorite fuck buddies. He try call me favorite male fuck buddies first, all who look like much girl, but when no is ‘available’, whatever that mean, he call me favorite girl fuck buddy with her much yummy bottom mouth and she agree to let me fuck her.

Me much lucky as fuck buddy is far not and soon me at her home fucking to me heart content. Much sadly, however, me fuck buddy grow tired after only hour and Mr. Kyle take me home to watch another yumy love make show while he use me magic vibrate stick and fingers give me ‘orgams’. Soon Mr. Kyle mention it almost 6. Me no know what that mean but apparently Mr. Kyle want me join him at some ting he call ‘bible study group’. Me love me Mr. Kyle so me agree even when Mr. Kyle tell me ‘bible study group’ no involve me get fuck.

By time me and Mr. Kyle arrive, me is much horny and much to me happy and surprise, Mr. Kyle actually give me ‘orgasms’ in car for first time. He say he want me mind focused for tonight. We enter and immediately we see much different people sit in live in room. Mr. Kyle asks me tell him what I think of people. I look at people and even me can tell people is much smart, has much shame, no is floozy, no is bimbo, no has yummy much big tit job pillows or trunk junk. No is even wear much slutty under clothe or is enjoy being seen much naked. Still, me no say no ting. After all, me is bimbo, me no have much right make judge. Mr. Kyle seem make sad when me tell him this and we soon leave ‘bible study group’.

In car Mr. Kyle no tell me where we go. Mr. Kyle instead ask me if me love Mr. Kyle. Me tell him me do, and that me want fuck Mr. Kyle more then me want fuck any man or even girl with bottom mouth. Mr. Kyle smiles but still Mr. Kyle look some how sad. Soon me find we drive by much flashing light before at last we stop at what look like what me told called ‘church’. Mr. Kyle takes me in side, give man money, then nother man begin to talk. Before me know what happen a ring is put on me finger and me asked if me do. Me assume me asked if me do fuck, so me tell that me always do. Much to me surprise Mr. Kyle say same thing, then, for first time, Mr. Kyle put upper mouth on me own upper mouth. Me enjoy much.

It late by time we get home but me still much horny and sad me no get much fuck today. Mr. Kyle, however, surprise me when he invite me back to his own bed room. Then much to me much big surprise, Mr. Kyle get naked! Could be!? Yes, Mr. Kyle let me fuck him! Mr. Kyle let me fuck him again and again until finally Mr. Kyle stop me and tell me in one ‘minute’ it be ‘midnight’, whatever that mean. He ask me then what I think of day. I tell him me honest answer. Me day was perfect day. As bell go off, Mr. Kyle smile, though some how sad, and tell me day is no more. I no know why Mr. Kyle look sad though. Perfect day may be over, but me just know, now that Mr. Kyle let me fuck him, is just first perfect day of many perfect day to come.