A b*****rs Plan - Sex Stories

A b*****rs Plan

... anybody. Don’t even fucking talk about it to anyone online. -You will wear a condom and you will provide them. If you want in my wet womanhood than you had better come prepared. -We do it in my room. Its comfortable and cute and doesn’t smell like a teenage boy. And my bed is softer. -You spend the night with me cuddling afterwards. No fucking and running. -I will not give you a blow job. But you will go down on me when I tell you to. -This is a one time only thing. I will give you Friday night when our parents leave to when they come home. No more and never ask for it again. -You will take me out to a nice dinner. You will treat me like the queen of your world doing all that I ask of you. You will not get to be with me until I feel sufficiently enticed. -You will do all of my chores for the rest of the summer. I’m not mowing the lawn again. You will do all the dishes when I am assigned to them. You will make my bed every morning when you get up and you will vacuum my room. -You will let me hold the remote control for the rest of the summer. I watch what I want and not your testosterone filled shows. -You will provide me with a video of you. In this video you must explain your sexual desires for me and what you have thought about doing in order to achieve them. Afterwards you will masturbate on video while moaning my name. You will give me the original video prior to our night together. This is my insurance in case you decide to break any of the previous rules. I won’t ...

... hesitate to let everyone know what I found in the cubby hole under the stairs. -These are non-negotiable. You will not try to change any of these rules. If you agree then I expect a video in my possession by this Friday. I want you to understand that you are taking my virginity. It is you who will make me a woman and I expect it to be the most amazing experience of my life. I was saving myself for marriage. But after careful consideration I would rather give my virginity to you than to loose it to some asshole later on.” My demands were a bit outrageous. But dammit this was going to be my weekend. I wanted the love and emotional b*****r who described the erotic events in his journal. I wanted to stay far away from the rather scary side of him who was driven more by lust. I saved the file and left my room just in time for dinner. I gave him a look to signify that I had again posted in his journal. The next few days leading up to the weekend were tense to say the least. I wondered if I had made the right decision. Two weeks ago I would have never considered it but after reading my b*****r’s most intimate thoughts about me I had a desire to be with him. The days slowed to a near halt. The hours became unbearably long. The minutes were passed by snails and old ladies with handicap passes hanging from their rear view mirrors. The weekend crept closer and closer. Thursday afternoon I arrived back home after a long pondering walk. I had gotten good at those. And to my surprise I found a ...