So here in lies the age-old question ... How do you like it?

If I had you riveted in the last installment, I figured I would try it again a second time. And for all of you that are just joining us, the Question on the table is, How do you like it? ... and you are the only person that can answer that question!

What? Someone again is asking what “IT” is? It is that thing that you do in the dark with your significant other or alone by yourself. It’s what you do when others aren’t looking, and behind closed doors... (or out in the open, but I’ll get to that later.)

The last installment, I spoke about the business guy, the college professor and even the grocery store mom that got it in the best ways they knew how. I also wondered if you were like the female college student that was lusting over the hot bunny that sat across from you on the monorail car. But the reason I am back again, is because there were still a couple people who weren’t included in the last story. So, I had to ask about a couple more things, now that you know where I’m coming from.

Disclaimer: I may or may not have crossed a few boundaries in this chapter of the story ... I wanted to dive deeper into all of the possibilities of how things are sometimes done in the dark of the night, and behind closed doors ... Putting that out there as I don’t want any hate mail, lol but here goes nothing! – All characters and situations are portrayed with characters that are over 18 years old.

Are you indeed like the cute teen cheerleader that had self esteem problems when she was younger? She wasn’t the cute thing that she is now, in her youth. Braces lined her teeth, the ugly brown mop that was on her head was always mangled and never straight, and a little more weight than needed lined her bones, especially around her midsection. A flat chest and “coke bottle” glasses that sat at the tip of her nose, were just two other problems that plagued her.

Since then, surgery has fixed the small chest, box die has changed the ugly brown hair to jet black. The school girl skirt has been replaced with a leather body suit, a cat of nine tails fits firmly in her tight hand, and black stiletto heals now line her feet. The extra weight that she held on her shorter frame, that made her chunky, has melted away and although she’s still thick all over, thighs, little fat ass, and the bigger rack thanks to plastic surgery; she fits in her leather suit very well, and is referred to now as Mistress.

Are you her? Have your self-esteem problems melted away? Or do they melt away with every swing of your leather whip, as it rips across the skin of the willing victims that visit your dungeon, after you’ve donned your outfit and mask?

OR, does it turn you on to know that He’s coming by after work? No, you’re not supposed to be with Him, especially because, No One Knows that you’re with Him! No one is supposed to know you’re with Him because, you’re married. Married with a wife, and three beautiful children, the white picket fence and the dog! You’re a Fortune 500, business man, who wears a suit and a tie to work, every day. You’re the CFO of your company, and you make way too much money, and you work way too many hours! But your male secretary just ... you don’t even know why he looks at you like he does, and you don’t know how the two of you started spending as much time as you do together. You’re not supposed to like how he makes you feel. You’re not even supposed to like men! But when he looks at you, everything around you melts!

The first time was too weird! Again, it wasn’t supposed to feel good, but when he slammed you into the wall, breathed hard in your ear and shoved his thickness into you! It wasn’t supposed to feel good when he bit the back of your neck, and finished inside of you as he slammed into you until you both were left in a sweaty pile of mess against the wall, panting and breathing heavily. Are you this guy?

Who else could you be? Are you that girl? That poor little girl waited for Daddy every night? When he came into your room and had his way? After mommy and your brother were sound asleep, daddy would tip toe into the room, pull your panties down and slide into you?