Domination and a DP for My Girl

I enjoyed my first weak attempt at the 750-word thing. I enjoyed it so much I decided to have another go. This could be read standalone, but it is an aside to my story Seduced by the Woman Next Door. I have titled it. The Shave * We had been enjoying the solitude of our little cottage, with Debbie gone we had privacy, sweet, glorious peace. Brianna ran me a bath, one of the features we both liked about the cottage, the bathroom, there was only one, but it was a big old-style room with chequered tile floors a separate shower and a big old claw foot bathtub. Brianna placed scented candles on the windowsill overlooking the expansive gardens, the bath overflowed with big buoyant bubbles and the sweet, delicious aroma of bergamot and my favourite patchouli. The lights dimmed, she led me in by the hand as I slipped down into the bubbles. The steaming water enveloped me, the heat soaking away the tension, muscles slowly unwinding, the anxiety releasing. I closed my eyes reclining my head ba

Such a gorgeous Saturday. You had to leave for a bit to take care of some things at the office, so I was on my own until the afternoon. I was really hoping you would be back quickly; my favorite part of the weekend is spending time with you in bed. Talking, cuddling, touching and kissing. Simply the best thing ever. Laying there without you wasn't the same. I rolled over and grabbed your pillow; I buried my face in it and breathed in your scent. My favorite smell. I knew I couldn't stay in bed all day, so I gave your pillow one last squeeze and sniff and sat up. I reached for the cup of coffee you brought me before you left and sipped it for a few moments before finally getting out of bed to get my day started. I grabbed your shirt off the back of the chair and pulled it over my head without unbuttoning it. Grabbed my coffee and set off to get some chores done while you were gone. I quickly made some breakfast, then cranked up the radio and got started straightening everythin

It was another hot morning as I sat in my car, waiting for Kacey to get off work. For the last couple of weeks, we had hooked up a half dozen times, whenever I could get away from the house long enough to pick her up. We fucked only twice, but I had used her ass both times. She bravely withstood the pain, and told me she enjoyed doing that for me. I had bigger plans for her, though. I called her my slut; at first teasingly, but she latched onto that, and told me repeatedly that she would do anything I wanted. She was asking, so I intended to push that. In reality, I had two objectives: to enjoy all the things I'd ever wanted and could not, or would not, get my wife to do. But I also wanted to distance myself from her. I knew there was no future for us, and I recognized that an 18-year-old would eventually look for something more than what I could give her. In truth, I didn't want her to drop me. Self-centered, I know, but I couldn't deny it, even as I pushed her limits. No