The moon lit up the darkness of the night, as it glistened on the lake, by the cottage. On a windy night, Jennifer had only come down the forest to escape the hustle and bustle of the city life. She hadn't had a break like this in months and man did she need it. Work had become exhausting over the last few weeks. Since her promotion, she had noticed that the advances seem to be getting stronger. Men had been leering at her full, heavy breasts more often lately. Of course, she knew what she was doing with her sheer tops and lacy bralette. She invited it for the most part. But she needed to be seen more deeply. She needed that excitement to mix up her monotonous routine. These boys in the office would never be able to satisfy her insatiable needs. A woman in power, surrounded by puppy dogs. She needed more.
She sat alone beside the roaring fireplace. Her nipples were still erect from the cold outside but as she relaxed with a glass of wine, she could feel the warmth rush over her. Noticing herself beginning to unwind, the softness of the sheepskin rug underneath her, motivated Jennifer to unzip and peel off her wet jeans, giving her the comfort to dry off her moist panties whilst she was pressed against the soft fur beneath her. Delicately lifting her now soaked-through shirt over her head and allowing her dripping dark hair to pull out of the opening of the neck, she slid on a small, white crop top, that barely covered the base of her breasts. A snug fit for her ample cleavage but it was her favourite in her teens.
She reached for her book, an erotic novel. Jennifer always had a penchant for smutty literature. She loved the build-up, suspense, and excitement of reading about a strong man that was unapologetically dominant. This book though she had read many, many times. To say it had been loved would be an understatement. In many ways, she knew that this book had bought her more comfort than most of her past relationships. She craved what it detailed. She wished she could play it out...just this once.
The book itself was out of shape. The corners were bent where she had put it to good use, and the spine was wearing and faded. The images that the literature produced, however, were anything far from fading. She was addicted to the fantasy and had ejaculated to nearly every paragraph written within it. She continued to find the last marked page so that she could begin where she last left off. Chapter 4, page 66. Hmmm, she liked that number. Yes, that's it, she remembered now. Jennifer delved into the first paragraph of the chapter the protagonist was bound and gagged; she had been that way for a few days now! Jennifer's warm, tight, pussy began to tingle at the thought. She sipped her glass of red, it was so dry it almost made her thirstier, but damn did it go down well.
She was alone and reading her favourite book, with alcohol in hand, away from the city, near a roaring fireplace...things could be worse. She put her wine down next to the fireplace, and with one free hand, pulled her knickers to the side and gently began to tease her juices. They were already flowing she was always a dripping mess. She got one finger and slid it deep inside her. It felt good. She followed with another finger, letting out a little moan as both simultaneously penetrated her soft, throbbing cunt.
As Jennifer found herself once again succumbing to the narrative of the fiction, she ached for it to be real. Her body quivering as her breathing continued to get heavier. She wasn't cold any more. She was warming up quite well by herself. Leaning back with her legs spread apart, she willingly played with herself to encourage the sensations to intertwine with her story. She loved the thought of being tied up. Bound. Gagged. Being made an example of. If she could pull this man out of the book and conjure her in front of him, she would give her whole self to him in a second. She wouldn't mind being his dirty little sex slave. She would do everything to make her master proud of her.
The book described him as a tall, dark, mysterious man. Over 6ft in height with broad shoulders and huge muscles. Tiny waist, but massive cock! She didn't know whether she liked the thrill of a bad boy or the assertion of dominance, but she knew that she was missing one, if not both, of these things in her life. Jennifer was always the go-to person at work. Her peers were attracted to her but ferociously intimidated by her independence and power within the company. She commanded respect and this made it hard for men to find her approachable. Just for once, she would like someone to command respect from her.
