well, you could use our names Jamie and Joe, and he is tall, skinny with muscular arms and a broad chest, ummm.. dark, short hair, brown eyes, mustache and goatee... and me: i am blonde long hair blue eyes... couple inches shorter than him... size 8 frame, with small breasts... those are really the only specifics that i can think of.. i plan on letting him read it too..
I choose to have a personalized story... I am kind of a timid person and my husband, Joe, wishes that i were more.... suductive.. dominating almost.. and i have always wondered what it would be like to be more dominating. We are newlyweds if that can the story more interesting.... go for it!
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They hadn't been married long. Still in the newlywed stage of things. They had, however, settled into a happy routine. Joe's only wish for Jamie - that she be a little more demanding in the bedroom. Jamie was shy, almost timid, not sure of herself when it came to asking for what she wanted. While making love, Joe would try to bring Jamie out of her shell, get her move vocal and involved. Did she like to be touched here? What position felt best? Jamie would try but it was still difficult for her. Joe loved her and accepted that he would always be the more dominant in their relationship. Or not....
Jamie stood, looking at herself in the mirror. Joe had left for work and she had the day off. Her mind kept turning to last night. Joe had made love to her so softly, so sweetly. Again. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy that. Lord knows she did. Joe knew how to do everything just perfect. But Jamie also knew that Joe wanted her to be more aggressive. Less timid. As she looked at herself, Jamie tried to open her mind up, see possibilities. What she saw was a pretty, attractive woman. Long blonde hair, striking blue eyes. Her small breasts pointed out, her nipples pink against her fair skin. She thought of her husband. Joe's taller by a couple inches, skinny but with muscular arms. His broad chest always got to her. And the way his mustache and goatee felt against her skin. Mmm that always felt good. She loved the way his brown eyes would look at her as he made love to her. So caring and loving. Looking at herself in the mirror again, Jamie decided it was time to do something about his fantasy. She'd find way to be less timid.
Where to start? You couldn't just wake up one day and say, "I'm going to be more dominant?" Could you? Jamie figured the best place to start was with lingerie. Something slinky and sexy. Wouldn't that give her more confidence if she felt more sexy? Slipping into a pair of jeans and a sweater, Jamie headed out to the mall.
Victoria's Secret seemed like the perfect place to start. Moving up and down the racks, Jamie saw vibrant colors, soft, silky materials, and nothing that seemed just right. Somewhere along the line, Jamie's mind had moved into the "trashy is dominant" mode. On the other side of the mall, tucked in one of the corners, was another lingerie shop. This one catered to the less than prissy clientele of Victoria's Secret. Here, Jamie saw black leather bustiers, slinky garters, nipple-less bras, and crotchless panties. Taking a couple different outfits into the dressing room, Jamie began looking for her more aggressive side. On the third outfit, she found it. Just wearing the black lace bustier and thong panties made her feel sexy. The bustier held up her small breasts, making them appear larger than they really were. Looking at herself, Jamie saw rounded mounds pushing up over the edge of the black lace. Turning to look over her shoulder, Jamie saw her ass, round and firm, with the little strip of black running from between her legs up through her cheeks. Bending over, Jamie looked again and saw what Joe would see. Her pussy just barely covered by black lace, her ass on display.
Changing back into her clothes, Jamie went out and before it was over, she'd selected thigh-high black stockings that had little black roses at the top, four-inch black heels and, just for good measure, a spiked leather collar. She wasn't sure yet who that was for. Her or Joe.
At home, she settled in with her new purchases. She could actually feel herself getting excited. Would she be able to go through with it? What exactly was she thinking of going through with? Jamie sat back, contemplating. What did she want? Joe was a terrific lover. What else was there? Did she want him to be her sex slave? Did she just want to tell him what to do? Was there anything she wanted to try that they hadn't? She'd think more about it and have everything in place by the time Joe got home.
Joe was tired. It had been a long day at work and he was ready to settle back, maybe have a beer, and then take his wife to bed. His wife. He really liked the sound of that. Jamie was everything he wanted. If only. Well, maybe she wasn't as assertive in the bedroom as he'd like but he could definitely live with that. As he thought about Jamie, he felt himself getting more excited about getting home. Would he make love to her in the bedroom? Or maybe he'd have a little fun with her on the couch? He'd love to get her a little wild. Maybe tonight he could get her to beg for him. As he pulled into the driveway, Joe was already getting hard in his pants. Him and his cock both agreed maybe the beer could wait until after he'd made love to Jamie.
Opening the door, Joe stepped in expecting to hear Jamie in the kitchen. But the house was silent. And dark.
"Jamie. Hey, babe, where are you? Jamie?"
Joe walked towards the bedroom. The door was closed. Opening it slowly, Joe stepped in and stopped dead in his tracks. His semi-erect cock had shot from semi-limp to full on hard in a matter of seconds. The room was lit with candles. Tall ones, short ones, all lit and all giving off this intensely erotic smell. Or was that his wife? Jamie stood across the room with a nervous smile on her red lips.
Jamie had heard Joe come in and had felt the butterflies in her stomach. Could she really go through with this? Yes. Yes, she told herself. She could do this. She heard him call out and fought back the urge to yell back that she'd be out in a minute, grab a robe and forget all out this. Instead, she remained silent, waiting for him. When the door opened and Joe walked in, she knew she'd done the right thing. This was what she wanted. When his eyes settled on her, Jamie felt herself get wet and excited. She had taken time slipping into her new black lace bustier. She'd dabbed herself with her favorite perfume right between her breasts. Her black lace thong nestled snug against her newly shaved pussy. Wouldn't that be a surprise for Joe. Her legs were wrapped in her black silk stockings and her feet were fitted into her four-inch stilettos. She'd pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail and had, in the end, decided on the collar for her. Wrapped around her neck, it gave her a sense of power.
"Joe. Come in and close the door."
She'd worked all afternoon on getting a more commanding tone to her voice. She thought she'd done pretty good. Jamie watched as Joe stepped forward, closing the door.
"Baby, she look amazing. Hot. Sexy. What...."
"Stop right there!" Jamie cut Joe off as he started to reach for her. Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer to him. "Tonight is different, Joe. Tonight you do what I want, when I want." The heels made her just a little taller than him and it gave her confidence. The way Joe's eyes watched her, hot and hungry, gave her even more confidence. Stepping around behind him, Jamie leaned towards his ear and whispered, "Strip. Now."
