Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  Japanese woman seeks possition, part 3 of 3, Could this be the one?

Codes; M/F/F interracial

Summery; Tomo finds true fulfilment with a powerful black lover, and Karen. 5,800 words

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I went into the house to find Karen talking to Tom, the man from my dating site. Not online, he was actually there, in the living room. Karen looked as surprised as I was. There were 2 wine glasses on the table, and Karen was wearing a tight wrap-around dress that showed off her long legs and thin body; her hair was down, and she wore a touch of lipstick.

"I thought you were going to be away until Monday." She said, taking me into the kitchen.

"Why is he here?" I asked, very upset.

"Jake and I have an arrangement." She said. "He's with Lena for the weekend."

"Your best friend Lena? Isn't she married?" I asked, more confused than before.

"It's a long story. So what happened with the old man?"

"Nothing." I lied sullenly. Why did I feel like a disappointed child, I wondered? Because I thought Jake and Karen had the kind of marriage I wanted. I thought of them as an example of happiness, proof of concept.

"Do you want to sleep with him?" she asked.

"You mean Jake?" I asked

"No, I meant Tom. Why, do you want to sleep with Jake?"

I wasn't sure how to answer; perhaps she would feel insulted if I said I wasn't attracted to her husband, or perhaps she would feel threatened if I were.

"I don't know." I said, "I haven't thought about it."

"I know what you mean." She said. "Come on, we can share Tom. There's enough of him for both of us!"

"What do you mean?"

"I had a feel. He's huge!" she said, unable to mask her excitement.  "You said you wanted to. Come on, have a little fun."

"When did I say that?"

"The other day, you said you would like to, but you don't have time. Come on, it will be fun! Have you ever been in a threesome?"

"No. Have you?"

"Yes." She said.

My mind spun; did Jake share his wife with another man? Or did Karen share Jake with another woman? Surely not that Lena, who was quite overweight. Also, I think she said she has grandchildren.

 "He's sexy." Karen said, looking towards the other room where the black man was waiting, "Don't you think?"

"Yes, but I don't think I want to have sex with him." I said, "He might get the wrong idea."

I felt confused; what did it mean? Could Karen and Jake really be committed to each other, be in love, and then have sex with other people? It seemed so unlikely. When I have sex, good sex, I don't want to be with anyone else. That's why I'm so afraid of it.

"Come on, you're not afraid are you?" she pressed me, "I know you were interested in him the other night."

"I guess I am afraid." I admitted.

"Me too." She said, "I've always had a fascination for black men. That's terrible, isn't it? I know it's racist, but I'm just being honest. I'm terrified and turned on at the same time; aren't you? Come on, admit it! There he is, right there on the sofa... a big powerful black man, waiting for us."

My throat was dry and I wasn't sure how to react. She was right; I was fascinated by my own fear of the man, fear based largely on my cultural perception of race. How much of that was fear of sex? Fear of the black penis?

We Japanese are very concerned with appearance. Black is dangerous, dirty, dark. White is clean, pure, good. The idea of holding a black penis, of taking it in my mouth or even letting him push it into my body was simply abhorrent. And yet, the thought made my stomach flutter and my groin damp. I wasn't in Japan anymore; I had lost everything in the tsunami, yet in the loss there was also freedom. I had no one to judge me, no one to make me ashamed. I was in America, I could do anything I wanted; but I wasn't sure I wanted this. What if he made me come too hard, what if he made me come many times, and I fell for him, like I do? Then I would be the wife of a black man. Why was that so frightening though? Intellectually, I knew his color had nothing to do with his character. But my emotional inner being was prejudiced.

Karen smiled at me and took my hand.

"Come on, we can do this together." She said. "I'm glad you're here."

Just then Tom came into the kitchen. "It's getting late, I think I'll be heading home." He said.

He was tall, equal to Karen in her high heeled shoes, a head taller than me and twice my weight. His wide shoulders and narrow waist were terrifyingly attractive; and he was black, so very black! That was the worst part, my stupid racist reaction to his skin color.

"You want to drive back tonight?" Karen asked, looking at him meaningfully, "I thought you'd sleep here."

He smiled; his teeth were white and even, his face open and friendly. Despite his size and strength, he seemed a gentleman.

Karen swept out into the living room, her light skirt swirling around her long slim legs. I envied her height and admired her self assurance. She sat on one side of the sofa and indicated Tom should sit in the center and I should sit on his other side.

"I have to shower." I said, and left them there together.

As I washed myself and shaved the stubble from my groin, I thought about it and decided I really didn't have time to waste with such things. I needed to find a husband, and I was no closer to my goal than the day I'd arrived in America.

All I had to do was stay upstairs; they would carry on without me. I went into my room and put on a short white dress. I dried and brushed my hair, watching myself in the mirror. I'd experienced so many things since arriving here, I'd made love on a boat and even had anal sex. Soon I'd either be married or else have to go back to Japan and my tiny container room. But at this moment, I was free. I owed allegiance to no one, I could do anything.

Impulsively, I went out and down the stairs. They were on the sofa, holding hands, kissing. It was a strange sight to see; this woman, my friend, kissing the dark stranger. Sex was practically inevitable at this point; the kiss was a contract, an agreement. The black man was going to have his satisfaction, he was going to have this tall attractive woman. But would he have me too? I wasn't sure. I thought of Jake, my friend, the man who I once loved. Where was he, what was he doing? I didn't want to betray him, but there was nothing I could do to stop his woman from doing what she wanted.

At first I just watched as Karen put one leg over Tom's, and unbuttoned his shirt as he put his arm around her shoulders. They were beautiful; both so tall, she so pale against his darkness as they kissed.

I sat down next to Tom, terrified yet compelled to offer myself.

"Kiss Tomo." Karen told him.

He turned his head and looked at me; I was filled with conflicting emotions, I didn't know what I wanted.  I was no longer quite so afraid of him, which was a relief. He was very attractive, but he wasn't the man I was looking for. I didn't need another sexual escapade, I needed a husband.

Since arriving in America, I'd had far too many men. As if all my self control had been left in my home country. I had to pull myself together and stop this impulsive behavior; this sort of thing was just not like me at all. I decided to go to my room and leave Karen to do as she thought best.

Tom put his arm around me and pulled me towards himself. I put my hand out to push myself back, and my palm landed on his naked chest. It was warm and powerful. My mouth touched his lips and my body went limp in involuntary surrender. His tongue pushed into my mouth, my fingers tingled against his smooth dark flesh, my nipples hardened and my vagina pulsed with unwelcome desire. As if what little self-determination I possessed was sucked out of my mouth, as if his tongue was a sword that cut out my will.

It was so easy to submit; to just relax and allow my lust to rule, allow my friend Karen and this stranger to have their way with me, to wallow in the ecstasy and thrill of casual sex just one more time before I made a real commitment.

The kiss continued; my small hand moved over his smooth torso, his strong arm around my thin shoulders and his fingers in my hair. A black man! A negro! We have several words for them in Japanese, all derogatory. If anyone at home ever found out I'd ever even kissed a negro, I would be disgraced and dishonored for the rest of my life.  I'd be labeled "nigger-fucker", equivalent to whore, or perhaps worse.

There was no going back; no return to Japan, no home for me there, no family to discredit. His other hand stroked my thigh, moving up and down, a little higher each time. But we were interrupted before his roaming fingers could get to their ultimate destination.

"Let's move to the bedroom." Karen said, standing up.

None of us spoke as we went upstairs. Karen slipped out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Tom stepped behind her and unhooked her bra, then ran his dark hands up her flat belly to her small breasts as she breathed deeply, leaning back against him. She looked at me and smiled.

Karen broke away from Tom to reach out to me. She gently unfastened my short dress and peeled it away. I stood passively, unwilling to admit that I wanted her to strip me naked under Tom's gaze.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" Karen asked Tom, "Our hot little Japanese friend..."

Tom was taking off his clothes too; I still didn't really believe I was going to do it, even though I obviously was.

"Oh wow." Karen said, looking between his legs. His penis swung there, arcing forward and down nearly to his knees. I didn't know if Karen could hold that organ inside her, but I was sure I never could. I was oddly relieved; I could play around with them, but I wasn't going to go all the way with this man, it simply wasn't possible.

The big black man took me in his arms, his body so big compared to me, that I was like a child against him. I ran my fingers down his back as my nipples pressed into his upper belly. His body was so warm and smooth, not at all hairy like the white men I'd been with. His huge penis bulged against me eagerly, the head twitching against my thighs. He fell backwards onto the bed, taking me with him.

On top now, I reached for his organ as we kissed. It was so hot and big; outsized, like so many American things. Too big to be useful, yet so very impressive.

Karen was there, going down on him. I let go of him so she could stroke it as she worked the end into her mouth. His fingers went to my groin, and he played with me as we kissed and fondled each other.

Then something quite unexpected happened; I felt a tongue lash my vagina. I looked down to see Karen there, between my legs! I was really shocked, I didn't know how to react. I never thought of a woman that way; only men had ever been there before. And she was my friend, my confidant. What would happen now? It did feel good though, I have to admit that. Lying against Tom, his arm around my shoulders, I was trapped between the man and the woman, and there seemed no alternative to just relaxing myself and letting it happen.

It wasn't long before I began to come; I reached my hand down to stroke Karen's head, she looked up at me with mischievous eyes as she did it to me like no one had ever done before.

She knew; she knew what a vagina was, she knew how to please one in a way that no man ever could. The rhythm, the pressure, the precise spot to punish for maximum effect.  And she was so beautiful, so smooth, her hair brown, gleaming, and long.

In Tom's masculine, muscular arms, I took my pleasure. I opened my legs and my mind; Karen was lovely, her tongue was skilled, and I should feel no shame in what we were doing. As I freed my mind from the restraints of my culture, the residual tension was replaced by more excitement, joy, discovery.

Tom Kissed me as Karen lifted her face from me and took his huge black organ in her mouth again. Suddenly, the man stiffened, and I realized he was coming.

His orgasm went on for a half minute, the power of his body turned in on itself but for the fluid ejaculating into my girlfriend's mouth.

I cradled his head against my breasts as he shuddered in his pleasure. I saw Tom's eyes were closed.  I looked at Karen; she shrugged dismissively, lifting one palm in a questioning gesture. Yes, our big negro lover was a premature ejaculator.

Jake had the same problem, or he did back when he was my lover. Perhaps he had overcome it, but surely Karen knew how to deal with it.

She lifted up and tilted her head back, obviously swallowing. Then she got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

"Damn." Tom said.

"What's wrong?" I asked innocently, stretching myself out on top of him and taking his face between my hands. I looked into his eyes; he was a stranger to me, a man I had met only a couple of hours before. Yet, I liked him. He was clean and his dark skin was mostly free of hair and smooth to the touch. His hands were gentle and sensual as he stroked me. His kiss was passionate, his mouth sweet.

So I lay on top of my fallen hero, my thigh between his legs against his rumpled slack penis, and I kissed him for a while as he gently stroked my back and bottom. It was nice, devoid of expectation. Our kissing and petting was just for itself.

He lifted up, rolling the two of us onto our sides; his big hands roamed over my naked little body, caressing me as our tongues played together. Now that his penis was soft and depleted, I didn't feel as threatened. He was still big, strong, and black; but without that huge terrifying erection between his legs, he didn't seem to be so frightening. I knew he would probably become aroused again soon, but Karen would be back by then, and she obviously craved the big organ. So I fondled it as he kissed my nipples and stroked my bottom. 

I heard the shower running, and I realized that Karen had no intention to come back to bed; at the same time, I felt his big penis begin to stir; I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, I was acting without thinking too much. I turned around and lowered my vagina onto his mouth so he could lick me, and I could take his big soft organ into my mouth at the same time. Surely, Karen would come out of the shower and take over.

Soon he was fully erect again, my mouth barely able to stretch over its great end. Even though it was far too big to fit into my body, I found it very sexy. The way it was so stiff, so huge for me, the energy of it, and knowing that energy was mine to hold, mine to cherish, was very flattering. I looked at it, so big and potent in my small hands, pulsing with black energy as he licked my vagina maddeningly. I pushed my groin against his mouth, nearly coming again. What a shame he was so big, I thought; because he was a very sensual man.

He took me by the hips and lifted me off of himself, turning me over and putting me on my back. He opened my knees and lowered his face between my thighs again, kissing me there first before moving his lips to my stomach, nipples, and mouth.

He tasted of my vaginal juices, but it didn't bother me. His erection was pulsing against my thighs though, and that did.

"You can't." I said, "I'm sorry, but you're just too big for me."

"That's ok." He said, "I can just rub you with it, like this."

He took his shaft in his hand, and rubbed the end up and down against my vagina and clitoris.

"How does that feel?" he asked with a winning smile.

"It's nice." I said, holding his hips and opening myself, because I was very close to orgasm.

He massaged my sensitive parts with his penis as he pushed it against me; I took his face in my hands and looked into his eyes; they were clear, kind, and brown. I began to come. I felt him enter me, just a little bit, just the tip. My orgasm piled into me, I was going wild; it was forbidden, shameful, wonderful. I was with a black man, a negro cock pushing into my Japanese frame! His eyes sparkled and he smiled with his own pleasure as we shared the pressure of my tight vagina around his big hard thing. He pushed a little deeper, pulled out and pushed again.

"Is it ok?" he asked as he did it, "You want me to stop?"

"No deeper!" I gasped, "It hurts."

"Ok." He said, holding his fist around the base as he worked me with just the first few inches.

"Wow." I heard Karen say. She was standing in the middle of the room with a towel wrapped around herself. I felt compromised; embarrassed to be seen like this, in my most vulnerable and private moment. But what could I do? She'd been there when we started.

She sat on the bed and leaned her face down close to me, sliding her arm under my neck. The towel fell away from her, she was as naked as Tom and I. she swept her long hair over her shoulder so it wouldn't get between us, and then she kissed me.

"Oh man!" Tom said, and I felt him squeeze a little deeper into me.

"No!" I gasped, writhing in a wild erotic state I had never known before. There was pain and fear, fear of the big black penis that was invading my body, fear of the cultural taboo, fear of the dark powerful man looming over me, threatening me with orgasm and insemination.

My mind drifted away for a moment, fleeing from the primal fear and desire flooding through me. I remembered the first man who had done it to me when I was just 17. I'd had the affair with Jake, an American tourist; I was terrified then too, and yet also affected by desire and lust, so wonderfully forbidden. Then several Japanese boys and men, all of them lovely; yet there was always something missing. I always found myself bored, soon just laying back as they did what they liked to me.

Would it be the same with a man like Tom, I wondered? Would I soon get used to him, my excitement giving way to monotony if I carried on with him?

He pulled it out, and put it in again; my body expanded to accommodate him, sending me mixed signals as he pushed deeper. Karen kissed me again, her tongue sliding gently along my lips. I could have turned my head away, but I didn't want to reject her. Because I liked it.

But if that was true, did it mean I was gay? Bisexual? Did I even like men at all? The fact was that I wanted a husband. A partner, someone to share myself with who would give me security, a home, a life.

I looked at Karen's smiling face as I came, heat and mad pressure in my groin, even my hips seemed to be opening wider, my inner organs shifting to make room. I was made for this possibility, my body seemed to be designed with this secret flexibility. Even though Tom was from a different race, the son of another continent far removed from the refined culture that had spawned me, we were the same species. This huge black man was homo sapien just like me, and there was nothing in nature to stop us from mating together.

As the big penis found room for itself in my small frame, the fear and pain faded away. Soon there was only the intense, almost insane pleasure. He was so strong, so fit, so different to any lover I had ever known. He was pumping me now, his hips surging, his muscles rippling, his round tight rear tensing with each thrust as he slid that great appendage into my now receptive body time after time, and he kissed me, and Karen kissed me, and my knees were spread flat on the mattress, and I came, and I came, and I came, in a mad haze of primal brutal joy. I screamed it, cried it, shouted it out as he followed through without hesitation, seemingly unaffected by my writhing grasping screaming rapture.  

I don't know how long it went on; there was no time, no space. Just sex, my higher brain functions overwhelmed by the powerful signals from my body, my huge black lover, my lovely pale girlfriend alongside me, her fingers sliding around my buttocks, her other arm wrapped around my shoulders, holding me tenderly as Tom thrashed me, his huge tool now all the way inside. I could feel it not only against my clitoris, but right up my middle. It seemed impossible, but he was in there, up to my bellybutton. It was horrifying and wonderful at the same time.

As I came again, Karen slid across on top of me, so she was between Tom and I. her smooth soft skin was against me and her breast was at my mouth. There was nothing to do but take the nipple between my lips; it was strange and beautiful, in such stark contrast to Tom's rugged masculinity.

She slipped down to take my face in her hands and look into my eyes.

"You look so sexy when you come." She said, and kissed me again, deeper than before, her tongue invading my mouth as adamantly as any male one had ever done. Her breasts were pressed against mine, I could feel her stiff nipples there.

I put my hands on her ribs, then ran my fingers over her long narrow back. It was incredibly erotic; The big penis was pumping as Karen's long hair fell over me, I was in mad orgasm with a woman's body against me, an extra female tongue in my mouth.

Did I have a gay streak hidden deep inside? A secret longing for female flesh? For that silky smooth touch with soft curves and plump breasts? And if that were so, what should I do? Where did that leave my plans for long term monogamy?

Tom pulled out of me, which was a relief really. Despite the crazy sexual climaxing, the fear of injury had never quite let me relax with him.

Karen lifted her head up and her eyes widened as she smiled in delight. I knew that Tom was putting it into her.

She looked into the distance and exhaled, as if to make room.

"Holy shit!" she whispered loudly.

Her knees were on either side of my hips and her calves were under mine, her rear held high and open for him. He seemed to slide into her much more easily than me; I watched his face over Karen's shoulder, and he looked at me as he penetrated her, and he smiled at me as if I were the one getting it.

Karen began to groan, she held herself on her elbows and knees above me, her breasts rubbed mine as she moved with his impacts. The gap between us allowed the sweat that had been building up to evaporate, so despite the heat of the moment I was quite comfortable. I held her face in my hands, looking at her beauty. I pulled her face down to kiss her lightly, and I felt her tense and shudder with orgasm.

Tom kept at her, and over the next ten minutes she came five or six times. Then he pulled out of her to put it into me again, but I shook my head at him; it was wonderful, but I didn't want more.

Karen rode him; Tom lay on his back and she sat on his hips, rotating her torso while his organ stood within her. I watched, thinking I might like to try that. But he came; he grabbed her hips and groaned, lifting himself up, carrying Karen with him so she towered over us, a spectacle of glory with her hair spilling around her as she conquered our powerful lover.

We slept together, three in one bed. The next morning, we talked over breakfast.

"I've never had a night like that." Tom said. "Can I marry both of you?"

Karen laughed. "Can you even provide for one wife?" she teased him, "Don't you live with your mother and sister? Come on, we know the Cadillac is a rental."

"Well, yeah." He said, deflated. "But come on, money isn't everything."

"And you're not a CPA, you're just an assistant in the office." Karen continued without any malice. "For a few dollars anyone can find out these things in a few minutes these days. We had a great time, didn't we Tomo?"

"Yes." I agreed as I took the plates to the sink.

"So maybe we can do it again, just for fun." Karen said.

Tom left, and I cleaned up in the kitchen while Karen sat at the table.

"How do you feel?" she asked; "That was a pretty wild night."

"I ache in places I didn't even know I had." I said.

"Me too! Let's take a bath." She said.

As we soaked in the hot water, I scrapped the soles of her feet. She smiled and closed her eyes.

"Why don't you want children?" she asked.

"I like children, but I don't want that much responsibility." I told her. "And the idea of being pregnant just horrifies me. What about you? Do you want children?"

"I'm pregnant." She said. "Not from Jake, from Dick, Lena's Husband."

"Oh." I said.

"Lena and I were... sharing. The thing is, Jake and I were never very good together. Lena seems to get more out of him than I ever did. And now she's having Jake and Dick at the same time."

She reached her hand to my groin and tickled me under the water. It felt nice, I liked it when she touched me. It was friendly and comforting, yet it didn't frighten me like a man would.

"That's so cute." She said.

"You must let me shave you too." I said.

She sat on the edge of the tub with her long legs opened wide while I carefully took all the hair away, until she was as smooth as a baby, her vagina bright, pink, and clean. It was a pleasure to serve the lovely tall woman this way, I felt that we were sharing our beauty, pooling our sexuality. It was very intimate.

"That feels nice." She said as I ran my fingers around, checking for any rough spots. "Lick me."

I looked up at her; was she serious? I was a little bit shocked, I hadn't even considered the possibility of lesbian sex, even though we'd shared a man, we'd kissed, and she'd gone down on me. But that was different, there was a man with us. It wasn't gay sex, because of the penis I was holding at the time. I looked at the glistening vagina between her smooth shapely thighs. I had an urge to obey her, yet I was simultaneously horrified. Everything would change the second my tongue touched her clitoris. We would be lovers, and I would be gay. Then I wondered why I should be so fearful of that outdated label. I had to do it, she'd told me to and to refuse would be a terrible insult.

I leaned forward, my mouth watering and my stomach fluttering. My tongue touched her soft smooth sensitive sex. I licked upward, the sensation of her sensuality filling my mind. Her hands wrapped around my head, and I was hers to command

Her skin was so soft and smooth everywhere. I liked the taste of her too, and the way she held my head in her hand and hummed her appreciation.

My problem was the little severed hairs floating in the tub I was sitting in; also, neither of us was in a comfortable position. So I broke away from her to open the drain and rinse myself off.

We dried ourselves and I joined her in her bed. She opened her arms, and I cuddled up with her. She stroked my head and my body; it was lovely. So peaceful, so clean, so luxuriously silky smooth.

We kissed; her mouth was the same as a man's, but her hands were so sensitive and gentle, her body so smooth and clean. There was no penis to worry about, no urgency, and no stress. It was all very pleasant really, but not very exciting compared to hetero sex.

It was very different to making love with a man. With a man, everything leads to the emission of his fluids, that final climax. Between two women, the pleasure is less intense, but has no time limit.

I licked her; obviously, there was no penis to fill my mouth, so I was surprised that it gave me a very similar feeling to going down on a man. It was the act of pleasuring another, of serving my lover.

She reached forward and took my head between her hands; she looked surprised as I slid my tongue up and down her slot, using the same technique Jerry had used so effectively on me. She was strong, stronger than me at least. I liked that.

She groaned and lifted her pelvis. I held her with my arms around her thighs and my hands on her ass, not letting up; she looked into my eyes, and she came. I wanted to keep going, to make her come again and again, but my tongue had no more strength. I realized that I needed to practice this to get better at it.

She pulled my face up to her own and kissed me, our mouths open and out tongues playing together like two happy kittens.

I felt totally relaxed, lying on top of her smooth body, her hands on the small of my back, our breasts molding together. It was beautiful and erotic, yet without the edgy thrill I get from a man.

"Do you love me?" she suddenly asked.

"Yes." I said without a thought.

"Then marry me." She said.

I couldn't even speak for a moment. Of course! It was now possible for two women to marry here!

"What about Jake?" I said.

"I don't know... I like him, maybe I even still love him, but he's just too wishy washy. I think he's in love with Lena."

"But she's married to Dick." I said.

"He might be in love with Dick too... they've been getting weird over there..." Karen said. "I don't really need a husband, I need a wife; someone to look after the house and the baby, someone who likes to cook. Since you've been here, the house has been clean and your cooking is always delicious and healthy. That's very precious, Tomo."

"I do like to cook." I admitted, "And I don't mind cleaning, it makes me feel useful."

She held me close and looked into my eyes. "You're everything I want, and I love you. So marry me." She said, and kissed me. "Live with me, sleep with me; we can seduce men together, just for fun. We'll be unstoppable."

"That could be... exciting." I said, thinking about it. "Men are always very pleasant at first, but then they get boring and possessive."

"We could just say we'll never have the same man twice." Karen mused, "Then we'll always get that first time thrill, and never get the complicated boring part."

"Can we have a dog?" I asked, "Just a small one?"

"Of course!" she answered.

I held her tight; she was everything I wanted too. Smooth and elegant, sensual and always clean. Yes, I also like men, but they're always so hairy and usually dirty. Men smell bad when they sweat, their skin and hands are rough. But they do have great physical strength and each one has a penis to play with. I really do like men for that... but then I realized what Karen had just said. We could have men too; and we wouldn't be limited to one. Men just for sex; and each other to love, depend on, live with.

Karen earned well. But could I love her like that, love a woman in totality, so that we could be happy together for the rest of our lives? Could I really give myself to her that way?

I reached my hand between her legs and felt her smooth damp vulnerability, thinking about the idea.

Her hand went between my legs too, and she took my vaginal lips between her finger and thumb. I felt her strength, her determination. She was dominating me; yes, Karen could be my master. Well, mistress I suppose. She looked into my eyes and just held me there, with her other hand around my back. My stomach fluttered and my heart melted.

"Yes!" I said.

"We're going to have so much fun!" my fiancé whispered with a smile that lit the room. I felt the fear and insecurity drain away from me. I would be her wife, I had a home at last, a place where I could belong.

We spent the rest of the day in bed together, making plans, and making love.

StoryAce 2015

This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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