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[#213] The Unicorn
🕑 Added 2019-10-12 21:48:54 +0000 UTCShe was so pretty. And it was so hard to find cute girls in this town. Sure, if I wanted to drive into the city I could find someone, but I didn't want to drive for two hours just to have a date that probably wouldn't go anywhere. Women were definitely better, but gosh they could be dense when dating. It was so hard to find a woman who wanted the same things I did...
...which, admittedly, was sex at the moment.
Kinky sex.
I had been with enough partners, men and women both, to know that if a person's idea of kinky was fuzzy handcuffs, they weren't even worth trying.
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After weeks of trying to find some mystical hidden gay bar, I finally resorted to online dating. Enter Becca. Well, her profile anyway. Eyes like emeralds, medium length blonde hair, and a sly grin that just begged for a playmate.
And that's what she was looking for. She was around my age, slender, and apparently quite kinky. There were a couple of frankly stunning shots of her in a corset - a vanilla might miss the rigid boning and the various D rings, but I knew what I was looking at. This girl liked it rough, and that's what I was after.
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Our first date was simple, coffee and talk. She was even more beautiful in person than her pictures showed. SHe was delicate and mischievous, and oh-so-feisty. Our first kisses lasted well into the afternoon, until I had her hot and sweaty in the back seat of her car, covered in bite marks and lipstick.
She promised she'd get me back - but that was the best part of dating switches: the struggle for dominance. She called me her goddess, her queen, her precious unicorn. That last one was new to me, but I turned it into a series of puns about being horny, which got many precious giggles from her soft lips.
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Our second date was... different. Greg, her husband, was along with us - I was fine with that, I didn't care that she was married, it was just a little weird to have him join us for dinner. But she was hot and she was local, our first date had been awash with passion and I found my panties wet just thinking about her more than once.
She was white hot fire.
Greg was... okay. For a boy. Scrawny, sweet, not much to him. You know the type.
He kept saying how delighted he was that Becca found a unicorn so close, one so beautiful...
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I was very surprised when I found out what the word meant. I had apparently agreed to date both of them? After a few awkward dates and Greg pawing at me while I made out with Becca, I knew I had to call it quits. He just didn't do anything for me, and they were a package deal. But the night I tried to break up with her, she did things to me that I never expected. I rarely bottomed. Very few could tame me, but she was so seductive... I agreed to wear the vibrator to dinner. Just the two of us.
By the time dessert was served, between her creative, sensuous teasing words and her divine timing with the remote control to my vibe, I was ready to agree to anything...
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Including a threesome.
I never expected to agree to that. And when Becca laid diapers out on the bed, promising it would be the sensation of a lifetime, I almost left right there. But her words were in my brain, her teasing, my longing, the heat she spread throughout my body with every touch. I wish I could say I barely remembered her diapering me, but the opposite was true.
I remember every second. The crinkle of the plastic, the feel of the fluffy, cottony padding beneath my bottom as she lowered me onto it. The rustle, the smell of powder, the buzz of the vibrator still inside me. The sound of finality that was the tapes ripping open and then closed, sealing the puffy plastic thing around me, nestling the vibrator. Greg's face, grinning - practically drooling.
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He watched as I diapered her in turn, by the time her diaper was buzzing, the sound loud in everyone's ears as my hands rubbed over the plastic covering. Finally, an idea occurred to me.
And Greg ended up tied to a chair.
We made out on the bed while he watched, a tent in his pants and his breathing heavy, his eyes bulging at our curves, our movements as we wrestled for dominance, two diapered blondes in his bed desperate to make each other moan.
Finally I got tired of even that from him, and convinced Becca to let me put a box over his head.
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She teased him, lovingly, playfully.
I was less loving but just as teasing.
As I fucked his wife's brains out in their own bed while he listened.
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