Meet Felicity, a 30-year-old writer, LA native, and self-proclaimed “kinky submissive slut.” Felicity has a new Dominant boo, Jax. He’s coaxing her out of her city-slicker comfort zone and into his rugged terrain of camping and nature survival. Reluctantly, she follows his lead as he takes her through a series of sexy, romantic, and intimate trust exercises that bring this submissive slut to her knees, literally.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and imagine a life where you, my beautiful lover, come home around 6. Dinner is ready or almost and you greet me in the kitchen. I’m happy to see you and you’re happy to see me.
The words curiosity, enlightenment, thought, and kindness kept vibrating in my brain so I figured I would spend some time exploring why.
Gabriella, Gab or Gabby to her closest friends, pulled out the chair in front of her espresso-colored oak desk. She placed a piping hot cup of coffee down on the coaster next to her keyboard and sat. Her eyes trailed across the contents of the neatly organized L-shaped surface, and she smiled. Her beautiful full lips curling upward in satisfaction. She had just returned from an amazing week with Anthony, and he had given her a beautiful pair of Kate Spade sunglasses as a goodbye gift. She loved being his part-time girlfriend.
He only loves me for my lips. I know it, even if He says different. • It’s the way He looks at my mouth when I speak, and the hunger when we kiss that has me convinced. He fell in love with my mouth, but not for the intellect conveyed... no, but for the voluptuous beauty and softness on full display.
Slide my chair in front of yours, a coffee table in between. My legs stretched out gently brush the side of your pants.
Loving again doesn’t surprise me, but loving you, as deeply as I do, has.
Tonight, you weren’t fine, and I felt your pain. Tell me. Don’t tell. I’ll just stay in my lane. We keep hurting each other. Our unintentional flow. The truth cuts so deep, and we go blow for blow.
Blink once, what to do? Right swiped for those eyes. Mind open, golden rule, you took me by surprise.
Our table sat in a dimly lit corner of a side alcove off the main dining room in an aging Italian restaurant. We were fairly isolated from the rest of the diners, just the way Sir likes it. I pressed a glass of cool prosecco to my lips and drank in the smooth sparkling wine. As I swallowed, I felt the coolness in my throat followed by a heat rising to my cheeks. I could feel his eyes on me. I returned the glass to the table and slowly raised my eyes to meet his steel-gray stare. His gaze was amiable but intense. He was studying me. I felt my lips drying up from the drink, and ran my tongue over them to bring back some moisture. I smiled, he did not.