Thank you Wingedangel for editing!
I've never been a very sexual person. Don't get me wrong, I love sex, I love giving and receiving orgasms, especially when I comes to my man, but, I could live without it. I've always been told by my friends that I should explore my sexual appetite a bit. Try new things, try new positions. Sure, that sounds great, but really, I just preferred to suck a little dick to get him nice and hard, then let him lick me, preferably to orgasm, to get me good and wet, then let him lay on me and fuck me until we were done. It was simple, and it worked. There was no need in trying to sit on a counter, bent over a counter or sucking him till orgasm and risking having to taste his cum. Just keep it simple and keep it fun.
The need for different things changed in a way I never thought it would. I was young, 22, not yet married, but with the man that I would eventually marry. We were doing well, lived together, and had the same expectation in the bedroom as one another. The sex was decent, we both finished with an orgasm, so why change it?
I was working as a secretary for an older man, Mr. Gabe Patrel, a lawyer in his mid-sixties. He was a good man, with a wife, three kids and a thriving practice. His suit always neatly pressed, greying hair neatly combed to the side and forever smiling. What I didn't know about him, at lease when I started, was his alluring sexual appetite; he knew how to seduce in a way I had never thought about.
Let me tell you the event that opened my eyes to desire about a year ago:
When I started working for Mr. Patrel he would comment on what I was wearing, almost fatherly, giving me advice on how to dress better. He would say that the dress was to loose or too tight, or the blouse should be a different color, or perhaps a higher heel on my shoe would add prestige to my look. It was irritating and I felt he was belittling me, but I listened, after all I needed this job, no matter what kind of dickhead he was for telling me how to dress.
After about 2 months I got my first reward for taking his advice. He walked in, looked me up and down, and said, "That's it, my girl looks good today." Before heading to his office, but wow! When he said those words I perked right up, how good that felt!
Soon he was commenting more often, "My girl looks beautiful today!" or, "That's my girl, looking good!" I found myself wanting to hear him say those words, and on the days he would say, "You look good today," I felt like I missed something, like something was missing, and I couldn't see the difference.
But it didn't take me long to figure it out. The first time he said, "That's my girl," I took it as a simple figure of speech, but as time went on, I realized the way he said it made me a little excided, a little flush, something about him claiming I was his was invigorating.
On those days that he called me his girl, I found that I wanted sex that night, hell I wanted sex the minute I got home! And if my boyfriend wasn't home yet I would do myself! But, when he doesn't bother to call me his, I feel empty, I feel like I had disappointed him, why was I not his that day?
I found that if I showed a little more leg or a little more cleavage his compliments always showed that I was his, and his smile was always bigger. I found myself wanting to stand up to show him my body, to spin slowly before him so he could view all of me. I found myself longing for his approval, desiring his favor.
After about 6 months I was given the full joy of being his. Mr. Patrel had a hearing in the morning so I did not see him until after lunch. When he came in his smile was not as big as usual and I knew he had had a rough morning, the case was not going as planned. Without a word he went in his office.
I decided to ask him if he was okay and went to his door, "Sir, is everything well?"
He smiled to me and motioned for me to enter, "Oh my beautiful girl, you always make me smile."
I tried to stop myself from blushing but I'm sure I failed, "Thank you sir. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
He sat up a bit straighter, bit his lip for just a second and cocked his head to the side, "Will you be a good girl and spin around for me? I want to see how marvelous my girl looks today."
I giggled, not intentionally, but I did. What was it about him calling me his girl that made me so excited? I spread my arms out wide and spun slowly for him to take me in.
When I got back to facing him his smile was wider. He stood and removed his jacket and tie, "Would you be opposed to closing the door?"
