Japanese Soap Opera

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Femdom scenes in After Fall, Winter

The Cook and the Mistress, part 1

By Writerswitch

It had been a very busy day, I am a distinguished business lady, work in a company specialized in cosmetics, and therefore in the centre of all the buzz. And it was a buzzy day (some of my own inventions this word, so busy with buzzing noises, makes you crazy), tiresome, dissatisfying even! All day meetings with sales, with suppliers of new products. Why do people make all these stupid mistakes, why am I annoyed by their lack of competence, and why do they accept it as a bloody fact. Worse, sometimes it seems they are proud of their incompetence. Sure, I am new to this, I inherited this business from my father just a couple of years ago, I agree, I need to learn management skills, but I am sure what is called my female intuition will lead me along. Worse even, since I always had the feeling in live I am the “leading party” I consider myself very well qualified for the job. Since I have taken over here the profits has increased, as well as turnover. Our products are penetrating the market, better than before. So cut the crap and do as I tell you to!

Istanbul run

By Writerswitch

 

I love to do my sports, like to run and cycle, especially in the mountains. But when on a business trip it’s always difficult to fit in, so I take my running shoes and always hope to find some time, early morning, late evening, whenever. I was now in Istanbul, go there frequently because of my new job. I am mechanical engineer, do sales for a Company in my country, representing a Turkish Company. So, slowly trying to get acquainted with this huge town. And to be true, Turks are not fervent sportsmen. You see some, occasionally, but few. I was running along the Sea of Marmara, early morning, that is really great. It’s still cool, and the freshness of the sea is enchanting, I love it. So there I am, and suddenly I see this girl coming, from the opposite direction. Of course, I look at her. A Gorgeous Black Woman, Sublime Style that crumbles the white to a sort of stumbling. Nice figure, nice running gear, black hair in a ponytail, cap on. A bit sexy top even, her in Turkey, a Black princess, like a Sherezade figure! That’s strange, we say hello, and pass. Nothing happens, I go on. Ok, I admit, I wasn’t yet near the point of returning, but I did. Started the chase, O how I enjoyed running behind her, nice figure, no, not nice, great. But she was tough to catch up, I really had to speed up, I am no great runner, and she seemed to be in great shape. So that may be no surprise. It was after about 1 km she noticed me, trying to catch up and slowed down. Yes, she waited for me. We said hello again, shall we run a bit together, and other blabla. She was from UK, she joked her name was Baroness, I said blue blood? No you dummy she said, do I look like I have that? No, definitely not. She was a great female species!

 

Toledo, part 2

By Writerswitch

 

We finished our lunch, which was splendid. But I must admit feeling a bit comfortable, I had a vivid memory of my “close encounter” with the waitress, the Spanish Fury. And she was also serving our table still. And every time when our eyes met there was a different expression on her face, It varied from broad smile to commanding. I did not know where to look, to be honest. Every time when she left A looked at me? As if something was going on. And sure, whenever she was on out table she served A first, when I asked something she replied to A instead of me. Finally I was allowed to ask for the bill, and yes. It was handed over to me. The threat she used for leaving a small tip was clear, I did not mention that to A. So she was kind of surprised when I finally paid. She wanted to say something, but then the Fury slipped a note in A her hand. I was dying to find out what was in it, but A was careful not to show me, let alone let me guess or discuss any of it with me.

Toledo, part 1

By Writerswitch

We have been wandering the beautiful town of Toledo, a famous town in the south of Spain. You enter the town via an ancient bridge, the city on the hill facing you. Old cobbled streets, all old houses, ancient buildings, museums, shops. Really amazing. When we get tired, me and A look for a restaurant. We ask to a shopkeeper, for a good and original restaurant. He seizes us and then decides to tell us, there is a restaurant nearby. Old building, great restored, very good. We go there, and he is right, it is very nice.