By now some of you know that these are real, but that they happened a while ago, so the conversation part of this is all about reconstructing from memory. The rest is pretty much as it was. I so suck at fiction, I learned, so I write from life.
This story, just my fourth, happened soon after the last one. It's a smaller story, but looking back, I realize it was part of my movement to the submissive woman I am now, so I thought I would include it.
So.... it was a day after Valentines. I was worn out from the day before, and my mouth was a bit tender and bruised from the hard pumping blow job I had given Paul the night before. Fortunately we had nothing planned. Paul had hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the hotel room door, and we were lazing. The glass door to the balcony was open and I could hear the Gulf waves on the beach. I was very content as we lay naked in the bed with no sheets, letting the morning air blow over us. It was all very romantic.
"Where do you think all this will lead?" I found myself asking.
"All what?"
I waved my hand vaguely in the air. "All this. You totally call the shots on our sex life now. Don't get me wrong, I love it. I never have to wonder if I please you. I love knowing you love what I wear, what I do, how I do it. But I am not blind. I also know that you are moving me somewhere. You are taking my sexuality more public every month. I show off more than I ever thought I would. I dress sexier than I ever thought I would dare. That thing on the balcony yesterday morning, with you in me right there in the day light, with my roble clutched around me? I NEVER would have considered doing that before you. Yesterday, I didn't hesitate. We've only been together a few months. I am starting to be scared of where you are leading me."
He pulled me to him and gave me a tender little kiss. Slow and soft. "I am not leading you anywhere. I am seeing where you want to go, then giving you permission to let down your barriers and do it."
"But you tell me what to do."
"Have I ever asked you to do anything you didn't want to do?"
I thought a moment. "No."
That's because as I get to know you, I get a sense of what you really want, deep down inside. I have no idea what you will or won't do ultimately. But I am beginning to believe you have few limits to what you would do sexually. And I am right, the next few years will be amazing."
We fell asleep. Then woke and showered and drive to the airport. The conversation played back in my head over and over. On the flight, I feigned sleep, but I could not get it out of my mind. When we got to my house, I invited him in. Over coffee I brought up the subject again.