scratched the surface over the phone. Tonight, we dive in.”
my heart chose that moment to beat erratically against my chest. i was intrigued by Him. i don’t think He realized i noticed that was the second time He called me “pretty girl.” i liked it. i liked it very much. Something about Rick made me want to be His pretty girl.
her Master
Dinner progressed well. To Me, micah was a gem. A beautiful diamond that had yet to be adequately polished and displayed.
Aside from her stunning physical attributes, I found her to be intelligent, enterprising, cultured, artistic, and funny. Our conversations flowed after we got over the initial awkwardness; it was like we had known each other for years.
We talked during dinner, and when micah laughed her face completely lit up. Beautiful.
Watching micah laugh made Me happier than I’d been in years.
Remember I said I don’t date? It’s true. Once My last partner and I parted, I had no interest in getting emotionally involved with another woman. I found women to fulfill My sexual needs and that was it. Bed ’em and keep it moving. I didn’t want to go down that path again: emotionally investing in someone only to have them fuck up what we had. I thought samantha was satisfied, but it turns out My lifestyle wasn’t what she wanted long-term.
samantha was My live-in submissive. We were together for about two years before she decided to call it quits without any warning. she gave no indication that she was unhappy, just a brief conversation after work one day that ended in her telling Me she was leaving.
There was a time when I was angry with sam for leaving, since she knew what she had signed up for from the beginning. All the anger and animosity I held withered away a long time ago. I let that shit go. Harboring ill will could only bring You down.
After that fiasco, I’d been gun shy about becoming emotionally vulnerable with another woman. But until two weeks ago, no one had sparked My interest long enough to make Me think about the future. My perspective had changed. samantha was simply a road I had to cross to get to My present opportunity: micah. Enough time had passed and I was ready to start over.
We needed to expand our discussion of limits we began on the phone, so I clicked the shuffle button on the stereo and led micah to the sofa as Miles Davis’s album Kind of Blue filtered through the condo.
micah leaned back against the sofa and crossed her legs. her dress steadily climbed up her thigh as she shifted in her seat. her skin shimmered and I couldn’t help but stare. There is nothing more attractive to Me than a woman with flawless skin.
I sat in an armchair, thinking of all the dirty shit I wanted to do to her. Goddamn, she was sweeter than pie. Maybe it was the two and a half glasses of wine we consumed during dinner, but watching her as she spoke turned Me on. I wasn’t drunk or buzzed, but I was feeling full of energy. It wasn’t anything she did or said, it was simply My overwhelming desire for her. We were discussing micah’s hard limits when I removed My glasses and placed them on the coffee table.
“i’m not into race play of any sort, verbal or physical degradation, scening with anyone under twenty-one, bestiality, fisting, or bodily fluids.”
“I see,” I replied. “Anything else you wish to add?”
“No, Sir. Those are my absolute hard limits.”
micah maintained eye contact momentarily before dropping her gaze to My glasses on the coffee table. her teeth once again grazed her bottom lip as she shifted on the sofa.
I was beginning to think micah was full of nervous energy, and I have to say, I took great pleasure in her attempt to control her demeanor while she spoke.
she raised her eyes to Mine and continued. “i’m flexible. While many things may not be my cup of tea, i think it’s good for a sub and her Dom to explore. her boundaries are pushed because she trusts Him not to do anything to harm her emotionally or
my heart chose that moment to beat erratically against my chest. i was intrigued by Him. i don’t think He realized i noticed that was the second time He called me “pretty girl.” i liked it. i liked it very much. Something about Rick made me want to be His pretty girl.
her Master
Dinner progressed well. To Me, micah was a gem. A beautiful diamond that had yet to be adequately polished and displayed.
Aside from her stunning physical attributes, I found her to be intelligent, enterprising, cultured, artistic, and funny. Our conversations flowed after we got over the initial awkwardness; it was like we had known each other for years.
We talked during dinner, and when micah laughed her face completely lit up. Beautiful.
Watching micah laugh made Me happier than I’d been in years.
Remember I said I don’t date? It’s true. Once My last partner and I parted, I had no interest in getting emotionally involved with another woman. I found women to fulfill My sexual needs and that was it. Bed ’em and keep it moving. I didn’t want to go down that path again: emotionally investing in someone only to have them fuck up what we had. I thought samantha was satisfied, but it turns out My lifestyle wasn’t what she wanted long-term.
samantha was My live-in submissive. We were together for about two years before she decided to call it quits without any warning. she gave no indication that she was unhappy, just a brief conversation after work one day that ended in her telling Me she was leaving.
There was a time when I was angry with sam for leaving, since she knew what she had signed up for from the beginning. All the anger and animosity I held withered away a long time ago. I let that shit go. Harboring ill will could only bring You down.
After that fiasco, I’d been gun shy about becoming emotionally vulnerable with another woman. But until two weeks ago, no one had sparked My interest long enough to make Me think about the future. My perspective had changed. samantha was simply a road I had to cross to get to My present opportunity: micah. Enough time had passed and I was ready to start over.
We needed to expand our discussion of limits we began on the phone, so I clicked the shuffle button on the stereo and led micah to the sofa as Miles Davis’s album Kind of Blue filtered through the condo.
micah leaned back against the sofa and crossed her legs. her dress steadily climbed up her thigh as she shifted in her seat. her skin shimmered and I couldn’t help but stare. There is nothing more attractive to Me than a woman with flawless skin.
I sat in an armchair, thinking of all the dirty shit I wanted to do to her. Goddamn, she was sweeter than pie. Maybe it was the two and a half glasses of wine we consumed during dinner, but watching her as she spoke turned Me on. I wasn’t drunk or buzzed, but I was feeling full of energy. It wasn’t anything she did or said, it was simply My overwhelming desire for her. We were discussing micah’s hard limits when I removed My glasses and placed them on the coffee table.
“i’m not into race play of any sort, verbal or physical degradation, scening with anyone under twenty-one, bestiality, fisting, or bodily fluids.”
“I see,” I replied. “Anything else you wish to add?”
“No, Sir. Those are my absolute hard limits.”
micah maintained eye contact momentarily before dropping her gaze to My glasses on the coffee table. her teeth once again grazed her bottom lip as she shifted on the sofa.
I was beginning to think micah was full of nervous energy, and I have to say, I took great pleasure in her attempt to control her demeanor while she spoke.
she raised her eyes to Mine and continued. “i’m flexible. While many things may not be my cup of tea, i think it’s good for a sub and her Dom to explore. her boundaries are pushed because she trusts Him not to do anything to harm her emotionally or
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