The first handful of doms that Michelle met, via the internet, did not workout. She was not yet competent to adequately describe what she was lookingf...r, and what she could provide. She did not yet know how to vet her dominantpartner. Over time, she learned. Now Michelle is alone, thinking of the perfect dominant, checking her e-mailmultiple times per day, hoping that one of her BDSM personal ads will yieldthe right one. She has started to lose hope in finding that perfect match.She has taken. C'est vrai... it's true. But a string of conquests doesn't make for lasting happiness. For every hour the bed's warm, there are countless long nights in the cold. It's been a very lonely existence, believe me."The fork trembles in her bejeweled fingers and she stabs at an olive to cover it. "I would trade every man I've ever bedded for a single chance at what you and Robert have. Truly, I would." A long wistful sigh, a tuneless melody from an unfulfilled life, punctuates the sentiment.Mischief. Annie held her hand before Julie to show its wetness; Julie took Annie's hand and licked her fingers lovingly. The two women embraced and made love while lying naked on top of their captive girl. Julie moaned, "I love you, I love you," and Annie yelped and screamed in ecstatic orgasm while the girl cried quietly beneath them.Julie had been so timid when they'd first met. She was married then--still was, technically--but her sex life with her husband had become non-existent. She'd played around. I told myself that I could do it once and then forget about the whole affair, but that was also just a self delusion. After completely abandoning my marriage vows in one night of passion, it got easier to do it again and again. Even after I came all over the seats of my car that first night, I went back to her place and filled every hole she had twice over. I didn’t even have a good excuse to tell my wife where I’d been. I just said I was out with the guys having a few beers. I’m very addicted.