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A familiar melody greeted me as I pushed the glass door open and entered the Starbucks coffee shop in the lobby of the building I’m employed at, early on a Friday morning. That particular Starbucks has CDs for sale from local, independent musicians. The song bore many similarities to Van Morrison’s, Tupelo Honey. The lead vocals were cooed by a female singer with a seductive, raspy voice, doing her best impression of Bob Dylan.An unfamiliar Barista smiled at me and waved me over to place my order. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. She had shot quick glances at me as I moved closer to the counter as each customer before was served and went on their way. As I approached the counter to place my order, she hooked a thumb under the silver chain around her neck and pulled the charm that was tucked out of view, from her black tank top. My eyes followed the quickness of her hand. The charm spun in mid-air, bounced off her breasts and came to rest against the black material of her top. It was a silver triskelion; a symbol associated with BDSM.“Good morning,” she greeted me just as she had greeted everyone else before me.I grinned and lifted my gaze from the charm to her eyes. The young, cheerful lady quickly tucked the charm back into the tank top and her eyes and hands shot to the cash register and pretended to adjust the roll of paper the receipts are printed on.“Good morning,” I replied and broadened my grin as I looked at her name tag, “Cyra. Venti, dark roast, please.” I pronounced her name ‘sigh-ra’.The dark haired, pale skinned beauty lowered her eyes and patted her chest in search of the charm that she had flashed at me. A nervous reaction, I presumed, to the realization that I might have recognized and understood the meaning of the symbol she had flashed at me.It was a private, sexy game she played behind the counter. It gave her a thrill and aroused her whenever she flashed the charm and watched the reactions from the customers that she sized up and thought might be familiar with the symbol. Even if the vast majority were not aware of what the triskelion symbolized, observing strangers staring at her breasts gave her a cheap thrill and usually meant more money in the tip jar.She met my gaze and smiled. “You pronounced my name right. Your Venti is coming right up,” she replied as she took the five dollar bill from my hand. “Anything else for you this morning?” she asked.I tossed the change Cyra handed me into the tip jar. “Yes, a copy of the CD that is playing, if it’s available, please.”“That’s a very popular CD. I’m afraid we’re sold out. If you like, I can reserve a copy for you when the next shipment arrives,” Cyra replied and handed me a pen as she slid my receipt towards me, from behind the safety of the counter.I reached almanbahis şikayet for the pen she offered me and purposefully brushed my fingers against her hand to gauge her reaction, if any, to my touch. A pink glow flushed in her cheeks as she lowered her eyes to my fingers making contact with her skin. Her reaction was immediate, intense and sexual. My lips curled in to a snarl as I watched a shiver shoot through her. I grabbed the pen and wrote my name and cell number on the receipt.“Thank you, Cyra. Have a lovely day,” I grinned and reached for my coffee.“Your welcome,” Cyra replied with a frog in her throat, then quickly read my name on the receipt and added, “Gil.” She made no reference to the cell number I had provided her and quickly slid the receipt into the back pocket of her jeans.I smiled at the nervous and blushing Cyra. “You got my name right.” I paused and slowly lowered my eyes to her chest where the charm had rested, then slowly brought my gaze to meet hers, and added, “It appears we have much in common.”I walked away from the counter before she could reply. Her nervous, sexual tension was evident. Cyra was young, and more than likely she was very enthusiastically exploring her sexuality. I also didn’t want to take the elevator ride to my floor with a fully erect cock. My cock had already twitched to semi-erection because of the sexy and flirtatious Cyra.~My cell phone vibrated and chimed in my jacket pocket as I swiped my security card to unlock the glass doors to get to the elevators. I was on my way home and looking forward to a lazy weekend. I pushed through the doors and answered my cell phone. “Hello.”“Umm, Gil?” I recognized Cyra’s voice.“Yes,” was all I replied. If Cyra was curious as to what I could provide her in the form of sexual experiences, I was going to make her work for it. We all appreciate knowledge that has been earned. It’s more satisfying to us. Sweeter, in Cyra’s situation, given the realm she had chosen to explore.“It’s Cyra. The CD you wanted was just delivered. Thought I would let you know I put a copy aside for you,” she replied. The tone, pitch and the rhythm of her words suggested that she was going to continue speaking. She didn’t continue with what she wanted to say.I allowed a few seconds to pass before I replied and pictured Cyra nervously biting her lip, and squeezing her legs together tightly to trap her sensitive, swollen, wet pussy. “Thank you, Cyra. I’ll pick it up on Monday.”“Oh,” her voice echoed disappointment. She felt embarrassed at the thoughts that had run through her mind from the moment she laid eyes on me. Cyra had played out scenes in her mind of being manhandled and forced into filthy, sexual acts by me. The newly discovered sexual fantasy was that of not having almanbahis canlı casino any say in what was done to her or what she was made to feel. And of being fucked in all of her holes, forcibly restrained if necessary, by a lover who was experienced and unapologetic in his desires and actions. It aroused her to the cusp of an orgasm whenever she fantasized of being the object of a man’s feral, sexual desire, to be used solely as an instrument of sexual pleasure.Cyra had experimented with rough, sexual play with a few inexperienced young men she had been sexually active with. But, deep inside her, she sensed there was much more to be experienced, much more to feel. Many more intense sensations to be discover in her body and in her mind.“Is that a problem, Cyra?” I sternly asked. If I was right about Cyra’s naturally, submissive nature, she would reply without hesitation.She replied immediately, “I won’t be here on Monday. I picked up an extra shift at this location to cover for a friend.”“It’s a shame I won’t see you on Monday,” I grinned to myself as I replied. “I was looking forward to discovering what else we have common, other than the pronouncing our names correctly.”I heard Cyra take a deep breath and hold the air in her lungs. A few seconds later, she exhaled and asked, “Well, what if…?” She purposefully didn’t finish asking the question with the hope that I would break the silence and ask her to continue. I didn’t. Cyra clenched her jaw and swallowed hard as she endured the silence between us. When half a minute passed, she continued, “Never mind, Gil. I’ll leave the CD with the manager for you. Sorry that I disturbed you.”“Continue with what you wanted to ask me, Cyra. It’s rude to leave someone hanging in the middle of a conversation. You don’t strike me as a rude young lady. Am I right about you, Cyra, or did I read you wrong?” I calmly replied as my cock twitched in anticipation of Cyra’s response. If she was interested in exploring the new sexual desires that had been awoken in her, she would, at minimum, hint that I was correct about her intentions.“I would never intentionally be rude. It’s …” she paused for an instant, when Cyra realized that she had stopped mid-sentence again, she laughed. “I did it again, didn’t I? Sorry, Gil. You make me a bit nervous and I don’t know why.”I turned up the heat on Cyra. She obviously was attracted to something she had sensed in me. I wanted to leave no doubt in her mind that I was interested in her. “I make you more than just nervous, Cyra. And you know exactly why I make you nervous.”My cock throbbed and my balls tightened as I anticipated her reply. Cyra gasped at what I had said to her. It became crystal clear to her that if she pursued her curiosity, she’d be in almanbahis casino over her head, way over her head. As scary as the thought of being used and not knowing what to expect was, whenever she fantasized about it, her pussy clenched tight at the thought of allowing herself to be vulnerable and used. Her body shook from the intense sexual arousal that spiked through every inch of her. Her little game of advertising her interest in BDSM for a sexual thrill had provided her the possibility of realizing and experiencing the desires that had manifested inside in her and that were yet to be satisfied.Cyra gathered her courage and took a deep breath. “I was going to ask if you could meet me to pick up your CD. I paid for it already.”The tremble in her voice made my cock throb harder. Her shaky words were similar to those of a virgin asking her soon to be first lover to sink his cock into her. In a way, Cyra was offering her virginity to me.“Where,” I smiled, trying to contain the growl that wanted to escape from my throat. I wanted to ravage and mark her young body. I wanted to make her suffer. I wanted to inflict pain and ecstasy upon her and watch her reaction to every sensation. And, I wanted to feel her orgasm with my cock buried deep inside her.“I’m meeting a friend at SpeakEasy 21, at five-thirty. I’m sure you know the bar, it’s a block away, on Adelaide St. West,” she tried to control the trembling in her body from resonating in her voice but, a small tremor managed to accompany the words, “In ten minutes, around five?”“I’ll be at the bar, Cyra. Please allow me to buy a drink to show my appreciation for your thoughtfulness.”Cyra let out a silent sigh of relief and replied, “Red wine, please. Thank you, Gil.”~I made my way to SpeakEasy 21, took a seat at the bar and ordered a scotch and a glass of red wine. Before the bartender returned with my order, I felt a tap on my shoulder and heard Cyra’s voice. “Hiya, Gil.”I turned and stood to face her. The young lady before me bore little resemblance to the Barista from behind the counter I had flirted with that morning. She was five inches taller and oozed sex from every pore of her slender body. The surprised expression on my face pleased Cyra. She smiled, lowered her head and squeezed her purse against her tight, flat belly.She was dressed in a body hugging, deep purple, tube-dress. Its hem stopped just above her knees. Her legs were long and slender, and seductively bare. The purple, Peep Toe, five inch stilettos were the icing on the cake.“Cyra, I am at a loss for words,” I smiled at her. “You are a stunningly, beautiful young woman.”Cyra blushed and replied, “Thank you.” I pulled out a chair from the bar and watched her gracefully sit down and pull the hem of her dress to cover the top of her thighs, once she was comfortably seated.She raised the glass of wine and said, “Cheers, and thank you, Gil.”I nodded and took a sip of my scotch.“Oh!” Cyra exclaimed and quickly placed the glass back on the bar and reached into her purse.
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