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If only she could meet such a man...
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If only she could meet such a man... She lay still upon her Egyptian cotton sheets, confined by the verticals of her wooden four poster bed, trying not to move. It was Saturday morning, and as had happened each weekend for the past ten years, her husband would soon awake, they would exchange pleasantries, have breakfast in bed and then make love. Not that it felt like love any more. She would stare at him as he pounded inside her, the man that she once adored with all her heart. His body, though slightly chubby, was not the issue - hers too had seen better days. The issue was, that she needed porn to arouse herself before anything began. She needed to be his slave, longed to be controlled and that was far from his thinking. If anything, he would like her to be a Domme to him. The thought appalled her. She had chosen him because he seemed so certain, so masculine, an alpha male who would use her as a plaything before rushing off to play sport with his friends. Her phone lay on the bedside table. She avoided looking upon the floor where work shoes mingled with home wear. That mess would be dealt with in the future, tomorrow, maybe. Instead, her fingers alighted upon the soft fabric of the phones casing, and she turned it on, barely breathing in case this secret moment was lost. The pages danced before her, trying to tempt her with the latest bargains, fashions and holidays, until her eyes met the Literotica page. She swept through the list of recent writings until finally, after her husband began to snore and emit other sounds, a story title came up that ticked her boxes, and began to make her wet between the legs. Gingerly, she manoeuvred her right hand beneath the sheets, so slow that even she couldnt hear any noise, pulled her labia apart and began to read. No matter how old she got, this magic carpet ride never failed to satisfy. The slightest of touches, synchronised with the unveiling deion did the trick. Vicky, or as she will be known from herein as girl, had been trained as a submissive for many years. She thought that she knew best. She set limits in an attempt to keep her slightly chaotic life separated from the demands of her Dominant. It had worked to varying degrees and some of the occasions when she had been used had met her needs precisely, but, and this was a big but, her tendency to lie and hide from being fully honest had finally got in the way of her own pleasure. He had insisted on using all three holes, and whilst she had initially acquiesced to His demands, her usual games of crying and insisting that her anus hurt, had resulted in her getting two hole use and a thumb up her ass. She had won and lost in equal measure. She didnt want an Owner who would let her get her own way. What she needed, and it hurt to admit it to herself, was to lose control. And that would require her to go up a notch, to take a step of trust, to stop trying to control and instead to let go, as she did when she drank herself to a stupor. She tried to imagine what that might look like. Entering the hotel room, and looking briefly in His direction, she noticed that where He usually sat, staring at her, would be the instruction Put the blindfold on now! And then it became a of questions, anxious thoughts, as the lack of ination caused her heart to beat at the thought of becoming a doll for His pleasure. The girl in the bed kept rubbing her clitoris slowly, hardly daring to believe that someone could describe her feelings, boundaries and hesitations with such clarity. Her hopes that her husband would remain asleep evaporated as his head turned around, and he stared at her through one bleary eye. She withdrew her hand, brushed her fingers through the bristles on his shaved head, and kissed his red face. She meandered downstairs to make the breakfast and considered reading further whilst the kettle boiled, but the moment had past. She would have to think her dark thoughts as her husband used her, as he orgasmed. At least that was something, to be used, to be useful...but how she longed to yield. If only she could contact such a Man... |
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