Once again I was home alone, horny and confused. I had told Carol I was falling in love with her but she had brushed it aside by again saying ‘too soon.’ I didn’t even fuck her or, more importantly, make love to her. I made myself a martini and sat and contemplated the whole Carol thing. She was the smartest, most beautiful and sexiest woman I had ever met. Although it was clear she loved having sex with multiple men. What did that say about me?I went to her apartment to pick her up for work the next morning. She greeted me cheerily. She was wearing her kimono and bright red panties. I went into her bedroom while she finished getting dressed. The room smelled of sex from the night before and her black dildo, Jake, was on her nightstand. I wondered if she had used Jake after I left. I put my arms around her istanbul travesti and stroked her naked tits and nuzzled her neck with light kisses. I felt some reluctance on her part so I stepped back. She smiled at me in the mirror and pulled her dress on over her head. When she got up to leave she pecked me on the cheek.She said, “I don’t need a ride tonight. I’m going to dinner with Ralph.”I said, “Ralph who? The marketing director?”She nodded yes. I asked if this was a date. She just shrugged and told me she had gone out with Ralph a few times. I was in a funk all day. In the afternoon she dropped by my cubicle and sat on my desk. She flashed her red panties and smirked at me. I was going crazy. I left work and instead of going home I went to my neighborhood bar. Bill, the bartender istanbul travesti was an old friend of mine. When there was a lull at the bar he came over to me and asked where I’d been. I told him I had met someone special. He asked if he knew her. I said I didn’t think so. He asked where she was and I told him she was out on a date. He looked at me with a question in his eyes. I told him don’t ask.After a few drinks, I went home to an empty apartment. I watched some TV and generally sat there in a funk. I went to bed early. I started to masturbate to Carol’s images, but couldn’t even get an erection. Once again I had crazy dreams filled with erotic images. I woke up a few times during the night and had a hard time going back to sleep. I got up in a bad mood the next istanbul travesti morning. I thought about not picking Carol up, but I was caught in her spell.I went to her apartment and she opened the door with nothing on. I looked at her. She had bright bite marks and small bruises on her tits and neck. Her cheeks were bruised and her eyes looked battered. When she turned around her ass had red paddle marks on them. On her dresser, there were nipple clamps, Jake and a spanking paddle. Jake had a residue of cum all over it. On the floor was a tiny leather skirt and halter top and her red panties were ripped apart. The room reeked of sex.I asked, “What was that all about?” She said, “Ralph likes it a little rough.”I asked, “Do you like it rough?”She said, “Sometimes it hurts so bad it becomes pleasure. The nipple clamps are especially erotic and when Ralph spanks me I cum all over his lap. I keep the paddle around for him. He makes me cum so hard I feel like an erotic toy. When he fucks me it’s like he’s driving me to another level of orgasm. When he bites me it’s like he’s going to devour me.