“Call me sir from now on,” I answered.You might think it’s demeaning, but the dirty secret is that she wanted to be powerless before me. She was... well aware of every decision she was making and her submission to me, someone who was practically a total stranger, excited her more than anything her boyfriend could provide. Which works well for me, because the idea of a taken woman, a girl who has to get plastered in order to submit to me is the ultimate turn on. And what a girl to be turned on by.. In the Sex Stories Forum, there is a Calling All Writers challenge. This is my entry. Please take the time to go there, read all of the wonderful stories and vote for your favorite.For reasons of my own, I can no longer allow public comments, nor do I make them. Please feel free to pm me with your critique. I can only become a better writer with your input. Thank you.Scott stood up in frustration, sending his desk chair wheeling across the room and slamming against the wall. The motion caused. Actually I thought he was a bit too old for me because his next birthday was the big eight –O and he still got it up when it really mattered without the use of pills to help him have a happy ending. I was thinking more along the lines of maybe another face lift and maybe a butt lift because my cheeks were drooping a bit too much as well. That way I could score a widower in his early sixties with lots of hanky-panky on his mind and time on his hands.I found a nice place on the Gulf side about. Eventually, they lost interest in their games and stopped hanging around her, all except for Claire, a blonde-haired beauty who became Zahra's best friend and my personal hero.Despite the usual tirade of adolescent bullying and sexual harassment, Zahra kept cool. She was always positive, always optimistic, and felt there was good in everyone. I, on the other hand, could not see any good in the guy making out with her behind school. I caught them while heading across the street for lunch; the.