I just recently got married to a man (Sam). On the surface, Ive always been kind of a smart, sweet, independent woman. Until Sam and I started dating, thats who I was. Since the day we became engaged, and more so since the wedding, things have changed just slightly. Let me explain.
Being dominated has always been a fantasy for me, but only in the bedroom. I guess it would be called role-playing, because otherwise, I want to be taken seriously. I want to be shown respect in public. I want to be treated, mostly, as an equal.
Just the other day, Sam and I had a fantasy-filled afternoon.
I had just gotten out of the shower. Sam had been running errands, and got home just as I was finishing dressing. Sam asked why I'd showered, because it was his plan to get me truly dirty before I bathed. I bowed my head a little, and asked him to get me dirty, anyway.
Sam laid me down on the bed, and began to seduce me with his fingers and his mouth. He'd kiss me, roughly, then push my shorts aside, and dip his fingers into my pussy. (I was wet from the moment hed told me he wanted me. Its that simple for him. Even when Im not "in the mood," all he has to do is use the "take charge" voice, and I begin to melt.) I began massaging his cock through his denim shorts. He groaned, and told me I'd best watch myself, if I didnt want to be raped.
You cant rape the willing, and I was more than willing. So instead of "watching myself," I increased my seduction, though "innocently," furthering his aggressive exploration of my pussy. Soon enough, he'd had enough of my clothing, and proceeded to rip off my shorts and cotton underwear. I laughingly "fought" his intrusion. Sam told me I was in for a raping, forced my legs apart, opening his fly to reveal his hard, pulsing cock and entering my dripping pussy as I lay on my stomach. After a few minutes of intense pounding, Sam stood up to remove his clothing.
He grabbed my hands to pull me around at a better angle, so the headboard didnt hit the wall, and I was limp. He said, "What, are you dead now, too?" I said, "Well, if its a rape, Im not going to do much voluntarily." So he gave up the gentle touch and simply dragged me around the bed, until I was situated to his satisfaction.
When he tried again to enter me from behind, I whimpered and locked my legs together, to block his access to my pussy. He kind of chuckled, said, "Oh, yeah?" and shoved his cock, still dripping with my juices, into my ass. It was a surprise, as he'd always been gentle when entering anally. I cried out, and that seemed to encourage him. It hurt, but it felt so good. I felt like I was going to cum. The repeated thrusts made my clit pulse.
I was so turned on, I almost couldnt keep up the charade of being "raped." It seemed to be turning him on, too. He left the room, went and cleaned up, then came back. When I still struggled, he rammed his cock back into my ass. When I didnt know if I could take it anymore, he stopped.
He rolled me over, and left the room again to clean up. When he came back, it was no longer a rape scenario. We were lovers with a common voracious appetite for each other. Just remembering this is making me rather damp.
Well have fun tonight.
