We are constantly searching for that new "classic", always hoping to find one, bringing relief to the drought of many disappointing nights.An idea for...a new story came to mind and I thought 'If others can try their hand at writing, why not me.' I knew the stereotypes and old plotlines, so sitting down decided to open myself up and let my story out.First I would need an outline, get the basics down. Coffee by my side, I sat down at my computer and started to type. Believe it or not, the words. Stan felt his penis, which he’d thought would be completely spent after the blowjob, stirring back into life again, and marvelled. ‘God, you’re making me hard again!’ he told the dream pressed above him. ‘Mmmm. I know. That’s kind of the idea,’ she purred softly into his ear, before licking it sensuously, sending shivers down his spine, straight to his balls. Anne ground her pelvis into Stan for a while then shifted off him and lay by his side. She reached down and stroked his penis, now almost. I turn my back to the door and walk away back in to the bedroom as I hear the door open I know my slave is looking a bit shameful now haha he didn’t even think to try the door but then again even if he had I would of punished him for just walking in on his mistress.Laying myself down on the bed I spread my legs to make sure that when my slave comes in he will get a view he’ll remember for years to come.My slave walks in and just stares at my body finally he says.“You are stunning, Mistress, You. You know, so I'll look like all the girls in your DVDs! I'm afraid I might cut myself or something. You wouldn't want that, would you Uncle Matt?"With a deep sigh of resignation, I took Cindy's hand and led her up the stairs and into the bedroom. I snapped on the CD player and Miles Davis "Kind of Blue" came on. Cindy was dressed in shorts and a cute little top that said "If you love me, let me sleep!" I helped her undress and, when we got down to her white cotton panties, she waited for me to.