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Mike and Ann
Part 1
First, A Few Words About Ann!
The females of this world have been handed an impossible
image to live up to.
Magazines that display the loveliness of the female figure
and put her charms on display for all to see, have created
a false image of female perfection. I know, as well as
other men, that the women pictured in these magazines are
beautiful, desirous and wonderfully proportioned. However,
they are not average women. They are not the "perfect"
female that they pretend to be. They are an airbrushed
idealization of female sexuality and eroticism. As a
matter of fact as little as 50 years ago, they would not
represent the ideal female at all.
We are all victims of another man's images. We males are
forced into judging our partners bodies against the false
standards created by male ego and insensitivities.
Most women see themselves as flawed in their own minds eye.
Most women feel that some physical attribute is not right
and wish that they could change it. Some of the worlds
most "beautiful" women feel inadequate in some area of
their appearance. The truth is that the old adage that
"beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is accurate.
Ann, like many other women, never really felt beautiful.
No matter how many times I told her that she was, she
somehow failed to believe that. Her figure? Well a
35-23-36 figure is nothing to be ashamed of. But Ann
didn't think much of it. Her breasts were too small, her
waist too big and her rear end too fat. Besides, now she
had a few stretch marks from mothering three wonderful
kids, now that was really something to be concerned about.
Ann's belly button didn't sink in far enough. Her nose
wasn't right because it has this small bump on it. Her
hair wasn't perfect either. Ann was sure that I could have
married some other beauty queen was never fully sure why I
married her. She felt inadequate in many respects. In
short, Ann saw Ann through eyes clouded by Hollywood image
makers and Playboy plastic. Ann did not see Ann through
the eyes of my love for her.
How did I see Ann? Well surely this must be a different
person because it doesn't match the one she carried around.
I see Ann as a stunningly beautiful female. When we go
out, it gives me great pleasure to see other men eyeing her
perfectly shaped legs, her pleasantly curved and sexy
behind and her small, wonderfully firm breasts. I love the
way her face radiates her personality and her obvious joy
with life. I love the devotion that sparkles in her eyes
as she looks at me. I am fascinated by the curve of her
lips, the cuteness of her small nose (bump and all) and the
soft brunette hair that frames her face. In short, Ann is
radiantly beautiful. She is my centerfold. I know her
figure is not propped up and will be just as lovely when
the clothes are removed as it is while she wears them. Ann
does not look her age. She looks much younger.
Ann told me that she never fantasized nor had she ever
masturbated. Ann was not aware of her own sensuality at
all. Her sexual feelings were suppressed until we were
together. She was a good lover. She was willing to do
anything I wanted in bed. She loved oral sex and when
aroused, could make love with a fury and recklessness that
was wonderful.
But Ann was repressed. She could not express her desires,
she could not voice her feelings on any aspect of our
sexual relationship. Her repression gave rise to my own.
I wanted to share fantasies with her and be able to make
love with total abandon. I wanted to here her call out to
me during orgasm. I wanted her to be free to say "Fuck
me!" if that was what she felt. But repression being what
it is, we never discussed it.
I remembered we had shared a book one time on female
fantasies. She read them with great interest. When we
were through she timidly confided in me that there was one
that captivated her imagination. In this fantasy the woman
was tied to the bed while her lover brought her to one
screaming orgasm after another. Amazingly enough this
matched my wildest fantasy. But I was too inhibited to try
it out with Ann. I was a fool! I should have read the
desire at that point, but I didn't.
The problem was simple enough: I was afraid that she would
reject me, or worse, go along even though repulsed! Ann
was afraid to be viewed as a whore or a slut! Simple
problem to define, one not so easy to overcome. We even
talked about it, but skirted the issue and minimized the
importance - testing the waters, so to speak. But we got
nowhere.
Our lovemaking, while satisfying physically, was almost
boring. I knew that if anything was to change I had to
make it happen. It wasn't up to Ann to initiate the
changes, it was up to me. It took a lot of thought and
time for me to come to the decision that was made. I
needed to trust her in the way I would want her to trust
me. I needed to become the architect or our relationship.
I was the one who saw Ann in the light I described,
therefore I was the one who possessed the blueprint for
making her into my dream lover, my submissive lover. If I
did not show the willingness to dominate, she would not
show the initiative to submit. We had all of the proper
elements working for us; love, trust and devotion. The
only thing needed was a catalyst. I was that catalyst.
Ann no longer sees herself as she did before - now she sees
herself through my eyes. It took a lot of work (delightful
work) to make her that way. Now she is confident. When we
are together in public, she radiates her sensuality. Her
walk, her self-assurance and her attitude blend with her
appearance to present to all who see her a startling image
of a wholesome, sensuous and self- assured woman. Ann is
incredibly erotic. She is aware of her female charms and
uses them to keep me in constant awareness of her
willingness to share them with me.
I have created an atmosphere in our relationship that lets
her know that I desire her almost continuously. I can no
longer be near her without fondling her breasts, pulling
her close to feel her body mold itself to mine or sliding a
hand underneath her skirt to feel the silky texture of her
thigh or warmth of her sex.
What follows is a history (in part) of my domination of
Ann. My taking control and leading her into the pleasures
of submission. What has resulted is almost too wonderful
to describe in written words. Ann has become the living
embodiment of all of my desires, fantasies and most of all
my conception of the perfect female. I know that if there
is anything lacking, we will discover it and together will
make it happen for us. We have indeed become one flesh.
No, I am not married to a beauty queen, a Playboy
centerfold girl or even a runner-up to these supposedly
enviable places in the hearts of the all-american male. I
am simply married to the sexiest, most erotic and sensual
lover on the face of the earth. In my eyes she is more
beautiful then any other woman could be. Her figure is
perfect. Her face is captivating. Her personality is
superb. Her dedication to our happiness and pleasure is
remarkable.
Ann is the epitome of womanhood. She is all that any
female could ever desire to be. Ann is erotic. Ann is
sensual. Ann is beautiful. I know - I made her that way!
Introduction
I hate justification, but I think it is necessary to write
my thoughts here if only to remind myself later on, should
they become dim or confused. I know that there are many
people who will be shocked and appalled by these thoughts,
but I believe them to be accurate. In any case, they are
for both Ann and I, if not for others.
I only can justify these concepts by laying claim to the
fact that I am an incurable romantic. I still believe that
the knight on the white charger was meant to rescue and
protect the fair maiden. Old fashion? Not for me and
certainly not for Ann.
Woman, that creature that men everywhere base their most
secret desires and fantasies on, has become a walking,
living dichotomy. She has been forced into the position of
having to assert her independence and become man's rival in
our modern society. It is my opinion that we have all been
dealt a terrible hand in the game of love and sexual
pursuit.
We have fallen for a lie monstrously concocted out of
hidden fears and unjust suppositions. This is not to say
that I believe that women have not been misused in certain
situations, just that the reaction to these abuses have
spilled over into areas that have dulled romance and
permeated love with suspicions of selfish motives.
The nature of woman is to respond to man. Woman as the
aggressor is a lie of modern society. And at what cost has
this lie been accepted? The differences between the sexes
is becoming blurred and boundaries, once clear, have become
hazy. To many, the word "commitment" has become a word in
the dictionary, no more, no less. Marriage is entered into
with divorce as an option, almost a self- fulfilling
prophecy.
Instead of man looking at his partner as one who is to be
"loved, honored and cherished as long as we both shall
live", he now sees her as a competitor in many of life's
endeavors. Some even find that the strain of becoming
equal soon devastates the ability to love, makes honoring
impossible and deals a death blow to his ability to
cherish. As with all natural laws, violation inevitably
brings tragic results. Man is meant to dominate woman as
surely as woman is meant to be submissive to man. To do
otherwise is to violate a basic law of both natures.
There is a paradox associated with this order of things.
One that was probably best expressed in Christian thought
governing relationships. "The one who is to become
greatest among you, shall become the least." "He who
exalts himself shall be humbled. He who humbles himself,
shall be exalted." These expressions of the paradox are
accurate and hold the truth in the matter of male/female
relationships. This paradox is contained in the very
concept of domination and submission.
The vision conjured up in so many minds is one of
authoritarian rule and despotic subjugation. This is not
the case at all. If it was the case it would become just
as much of a violation of natural law as female domination
of man. All power that is true power is granted from the
one in submission. The very definition of submission is to
allow oneself to be ruled over. The word "allow" is the
key word. In other words, to grant the dominant partner
the permission to dominate - a dichotomy to be sure. There
is nothing more confusing then this concept; for in the
overall scheme of things, the one in submission is the one
in control.
Chancing total alienation in the mind of my readers, I put
forth that the woman who willingly gives herself to become
the "possession" of a man lucky enough to receive this
gift, becomes the object of man's most dedicated attention.
Never has a gift more precious been offered to a man then
the fragility of a female's trust. She says to him, "I am
yours to do with as you wish. I trust you with my
feelings, my body and most especially with my soul. I
offer it to you because I am willing to risk that you will
love, honor and cherish this gift."
The phrases "she belongs to me" and "she is mine" take on a
new meaning in light of this precious offering. She
suddenly finds herself to be the center of his affections.
She becomes vulnerable to his attention and finds herself
becoming the woman he desires in his most intimate and
private thoughts. He does in fact begin to cherish this
gift of love, his warmth causing her to become pliable as
she gives herself over to become his. He now begins the
task of molding her into what he sees as his dream woman.
He carefully and consciously creates in her the willingness
and then guides her to be his sensual and erotic lover.
She finds herself believing, for it is true, that she is
the epitome of womanhood, the very essence of all that is
desirable and voluptuous. She no longer feels the need to
compete for his ardor or attention, for she has become the
unswerving center of his adoration. She believes in
herself, her sexiness, her attractiveness and her unbound
ability to hold him captive in her submissive nature.
He is caught, bound up in her web of tenderness, held
captive to her allurement. Suddenly he finds that he can
tell her anything without fear of rejection. He discovers
that his fantasies now have a face - her face.
Communication becomes the center, the very heart, of the
relationship. The ultimate of human communication, sexual
communication, becomes a new and wonderfully exciting
experience for both of them.
What follows is an account of my adventures into this world
of total commitment with Ann, my wife of fifteen years. It
may be viewed as a book of suggestions, ice breakers and
advanced ideas. What you are reading is meant to arouse
you and provoke you into becoming an inventive lover.
Remember that these are our experiences and they may not
appeal to you in all ways. Besides it is not meant to be a
script to follow, but simply a record of events that turned
a hum-drum love affair into a raging hot bed of passionate
renewal. These are fantasies lived out. Sometimes
modified to suit the sensibilities of my lover, they
provoked in me as well as Ann, transport unknown in our
entire married life.
Ann and I don't live like this every day. These are games.
Well planned and designed to bring newness to our sexual
experiences. Ann is submissive in our marriage in all
ways. She enjoys having me be her strong mate. She
thrives by allowing me to lead her. She is a wonderful
woman, my lover and above all my best friend.
Her opinions, needs and wants are valued deeply and nothing
that I do is without mutual consent. Ann is brilliant and
her mind is amazing to me. She thinks with a clarity that
I can depend on no matter what the situation. Her insights
and creativity bring me great joy. Ann is my woman. She
is my most valuable possession. I cherish her for what she
has given to me - the gift of herself.
What I write on these pages therefore, I do with the fond
hope that some of my readers will discover that there is
unbound pleasure and unending love to be found in the
oldest of human relationships - marriage. I know that
there are some who will think this book horrible. There
are others who will consider it pornographic. There will
be still others who will think I should be sent back in
time, relegated to some less enlightened age. However
there are some of you who will take what you read here as
confirmation of your deepest desires. It is to you that
this book is dedicated.
Take courage, my male friends. Your "Ann" is awaiting your
emergence as her dominating lover, the one to whom she can
give her all.
For my female readers, you are the key to the entire
experiment. Only you can give the gift necessary to make
this your story. I fling this book into the face of
woman's liberation. I use it as my gauntlet to challenge
modern society to once more pick up the lance of romantic
love and go out to conquer whatever dragons stand in its
way!
Michael
February, 1985 - The Anniversary -
How do I say what is on my mind? Fifteen years of marriage
and we are still in love, but something is tarnished.
Ann is such a gentle woman and amazingly beautiful in my
eyes. Today is our anniversary and I have booked the hotel
suite for the weekend. We will go there and have a
marvelous weekend. Yes marvelous, but not a phenomenal
weekend.
We will spend a lot of time making love and talking about
the past and the great life we have together. We will
discuss everything from the kids to the in-laws. Ann and I
will then make love some more.
We will spend most of our time doing silly things, fun
things. I will look at her face and her nicely rounded
body and my thoughts will drift off into a fantasy world,
lost in impressions of what we could have together.
Thoughts and dreams that are filled with the frustrated
desires of passion beyond what our boring sexual routine
delivers.
That is not to say that Ann is boring, quite the contrary,
she is alive sexually, very much alive. But I somehow have
the feeling that we have lived with our toes in the water
for fifteen years, testing the water, but not jumping in.
Life has become a paradox. Ann and I have become
predictable, familiar lovers.
I know exactly how she responds to me. I cannot remember a
time when she has not responded to my insistence, no matter
what the issue. Ann is happiest when I am strong and
leading her. The predictable familiarity is my fault, not
hers. I have allowed it to happen.
Somehow I do not trust Ann. Oh yes, I trust her in areas
where I am not vulnerable to rejection. God! What a
terribly selfish thought. Deep inside me I know that Ann
has never done that to me, yet somehow the fear of looking
or sounding like a fool or worse, a sexual deviant, is
overwhelming to me.
All of these thoughts are racing through my head.
Colliding, conflicting, caroming off one another like a
demolition derby, one thought destroying the next! What I
believe to be the truth and what I believe will make life
with Ann refreshing and wonderful, surely goes against all
modern thought.
If we are to make it together for another fifteen years -
it will be up to me.
If the truth were known, I would never keep this diary
unless I believed it would become a chronology of a love
story so meaningful that I have preserved it for our
pleasure in times to come. I wonder what Ann will say when
she reads this many years from now. I feel like a little
child peeking into a forbidden book in the back room of a
library.
But I am committed to this project now. I will make Ann
into my fantasy lover. The woman who is so overwhelmingly
erotic and sexy that I cannot keep my thoughts, much less
my hands, off of her. I will chance becoming a fool for
her and for me!
- The Decision -
Our anniversary weekend is as I predicted, with one
exception. I let it go that way in order to collect my
thoughts and let a plan formulate in my mind. Our love
making was - well it was routine. We talked of the very
things I knew we would - sort of a mini version of "The
Year in Review". We laughed and even cried a little over
the memories.
I spend my time studying Ann. While doing what was
familiar and expected on the outside, I am creating her
anew on the inside.
Her face is a study in care and love. Ann's soft brown
hair frames a face that expresses her thoughts before she
speaks them. I look into her grey-green eyes and marvel at
the flashes of love that seem to light up my world of
thought. Her eyes have always fascinated me. They are
like velvet traps that can ensnare me with a glance. They
tell me what she feels on the inside. I read her moods in
them. Ann's eyes are so large that they surround her
conversation with insight into her soul.
Her mouth is full and her lips are meant to be kissed and
tasted. It amazes me when I think of how sexually
expressive her mouth is. Her lips fairly glistened with
temptation as if they were are primarily to be kissed and
only secondarily used to form words. They express a life
of their own when she speaks. Her gentle words trickle out
between them given meaning by the expression her lips form
as she speaks. The flash of her pink tongue as she runs it
over her bottom lip is just another erotic invitation to
taste them. Her words are given an additional softness by
their texture.
I was lost in these thoughts when somewhere in the distance
I thought I heard my name. "Michael?" By the time she
spoke it a third time, I shook my head clear and returned
to the hotel room. I must have looked like a kid who had
been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Ann laughed her silly little laugh and asked me what took
me away on such a long journey into myself. I took her
hand and returned a smile and asked her if she was sure she
wanted to know. She shook her head yes.
I do not believe I will ever forget the look on her face as
I spilled out the feelings inside of me. I was about to
take a step forward that would change our lives for "better
or for worse".
"Ann, I am not sure how to express all that I feel right
now. I will try, but you have to forgive me if it sounds a
bit jumbled. I love you, love you so much that it hurts me
to know that we are predictable and boring.", I began. Ann
lowered her eyes and I knew that she was feeling the same
thing.
"I am taking a chance too, hon. Look, tell me you can't
set your watch by our sexual routine. I don't mean that it
isn't pleasurable, but it is predictable.", I couldn't help
but laugh.
To lighten up the conversation (well maybe just a tad out
of embarrassment too) I continued as if I were a clinical
sex therapist:
"Kiss her mouth... there, that's it! Ummmmmm... nice
lips. Now it is time to nibble on her neck and fondle the
right breast. Keep checking those nipples and see if she
is getting hot! Now for a quick feel between her legs...
nope, not wet yet!", by now both of us were laughing at
ourselves.
"Seriously, Ann, can you see it, or is it just me?"
"No, it isn't just you. I have had the same thoughts.",
she agreed.
"Well", I continued, "I want to do something about it. I
want to refocus our lives on us. Not just the sex, but on
our relationship as a whole. This sounds very selfish, but
I believe we have become great parents, good friends to
others, and wonderful homemakers. My job, your work at
home, the kids, finances - all of this has somehow turned
our heads from the main goal we had when we married. I
know these things are important, but I also know that we
have allowed them to rob us of each other. We married each
other. Our vows were to each other, not all of these other
things. We need to refocus our lives."
I looked up to see her following my every word and did not
have to ask her if she agreed.
"The problem is simple to define. I have abdicated my
position to circumstances. I have not been strong for you.
I intend to change that, Ann. I want you to agree to one
thing only, ok?", I asked.
"Sure, Michael. What is it?", Ann looked into my eyes.
"I want you to become totally submissive to me. I want you
to follow my lead. I know this sounds weird and by today's
standards even abnormal, but I can promise you that you
will not regret it for one moment."
"I don't understand this at all. What do I do?"
"Not a thing, hon. Just follow my lead."
When I was through, Ann's eyes were sparkling with moisture
and a radiance that signaled that I had touched her
innermost being wrote itself all over her face. It was a
dream come true for her too. I was not alone in my
feelings, Ann was right there in the midst of them.
Yes, I am sure now that there is much undiscovered love
planted deeply inside both of us. I am going to bring it
out in the open. Ann and I will find a newness and joy
unrivaled even by the delight of discovery of each other in
our early marriage.
March, 1986
- The Domination Begins -
I took time today to send flowers to Ann. A simple note
was attached to them reading:
Dearest Ann:
Please be ready to go out to dinner tonight at 6 pm.
Love, Michael
I wonder if she has them yet?
Ann looked beautiful when I arrived home that night. she
greeted me at the door and I dropped my briefcase in the
hall and told the kids not to wait up for us.
I opened the passenger door for her before going to my
side. Funny how a little thing like that politeness had
slipped away from me. I got into the car and put the keys
into the ignition. Instead of starting the car, I looked
into her eyes and told her how beautiful she was. I wanted
her to feel sexy and desirable.
"Ann, your breasts are beautiful." and slid a hand under
her blouse to caress one of them. She was startled, but
pressed against my hand.
"When we get home, I want to make love to you, Ann. I want
to feel your warm body against mine. I love you.", I said
as I moved away from her to drive us to dinner. Ann just
blushed and made a silly joke. It was her way of telling
me that she was glad I liked them, but she didn't believe
it.
The rest of the evening was spent making small talk and
flashing knowing smiles between us. Several times during
the evening, I caught her off guard by expressing some
overtly sexual thought out loud and out of context. When
we got home, Ann was not prepared for what happened.
Turning out the headlights of the car, I slid over to her
and without saying a word, reached under her skirt and
began to slide her panties off. She began to protest, but
I looked sternly at her and told her to be quiet. She
didn't say another word as I continued to remove her
panties.
I slid my hand between her legs to feel that she was more
then a bit ready to make love. I covered her mouth with
mine and drank deeply of her mounting passion. I waited
until we were both unable to contain our desire and
stopped.
I opened the door to the car and led her to the house. At
the front door, I pinned her against the house and lifted
her dress to her thighs as I kissed her again. I let my
hand find her moist warmth and slid it over the silkiness
of her sex as we kissed passionately once more.
"Michael, the neighbors!"
"Shhhhhh." Was my only reply as I continued to explore her
wetness with my hand.
I could hear aroused excitement in her breath. She was
kissing passionately and moving her body against mine now.
"I want to be inside you, Ann. I want to feel your warmth
around me, to feel the slipperiness of your pussy."
"Mmmmmmmmm, yes, Michael. I want you inside me too"
I pushed her hand to the obvious bulge in my pants and bit
her neck as she began a soft rhythmical stroking motion. I
had to stop her before I came. I was out of control now.
Stepping back slightly, I undid her blouse and unhooked her
bra. Lowering my mouth to her breast, I felt her press
backwards into the corner. Her hands found the sides of my
head as she moved her torso forcing my lips and tongue to
bathe the soft mound of flesh that I loved to fondle.
Ann no longer had mastery over her thoughts or body. I
dropped to my knees and her hand went to her breast and
continued to tease its swollen and sensitive nipple. She
gathered her skirt in her other hand and thrust her hips
forward, spreading her legs and giving me access to her
warmth. As I tasted her musky sweetness, I heard her utter
involuntary, animal-like noises. Ann was whining her
excitement now as I teased her velvety moisture with the
tip of my tongue.
I looked up to her face and saw her chewing the back of her
hand to try to silence her growing ardor. Her eyes were
shut and her expression spoke of uncontrolled pleasure.
Ann was coming now. Unable any longer to prevent her
squeals of delight, or control the gyration of her hips,
she was caught in the rapture of the moment. Her entire
body stiffened suddenly as bolts of pleasure shot through
her lower body. I could feel muscles reacting to the
detonation of thousands of nerve endings.
Ripples of satisfaction crashed through her body and
communicated the intensity to me. I heard her gasping as I
continued to force her into one orgasm after another. I
found myself caught up in her passion unable to stop until
she relaxed and slid gently down to replace one set of lips
with the other.
We went into the house and somehow made it to the bedroom
and made love on our bed. Not another word was spoken, our
bodies said all that was necessary.
- Early Morning, the Following Day -
Ann is always up before me to get the kids off to school.
This morning I laid in bed listening to them as they left.
I heard Ann as she came back upstairs and took her morning
bath. I got up and showered quickly and went to her
bathroom and walked in on her. She was startled. I went
to her and took the washcloth and gently began to wash her
body. I asked her not to talk and told her to express
herself with her body, not words. I made her stand up and
told her to close her eyes and think only about the
sensations she felt.
I used a soap covered hand to caress her breasts. The
silkiness of their pliability as they slid underneath my
touch caused me to become instantly erect and my desire to
enter her grew with each passing moment. I saw her tongue
dart out to lick her lips as my hand glided over her belly
to the downy patch of pubic hair. Her breath came in short
panting gasps as my hand slid between her legs and caressed
her.
I then took a plastic tumbler and adjusted the water to be
slightly hot. Filling the glass I poured it over each
shoulder and watched it as it ran over her breasts and
caused the soap to glide down her body tracing the feminine
lines of her curves. I washed the soap away from between
her legs and kissed her softly. Her breath hissed as my
tongue caressed the tiny pink button of flesh that peeked
out from between the soft folds between her legs.
I then dried her off and pulled a red t-shirt over her
head. It clung to her accentuating her small but full
breasts. The erect nipples pushing against the material
brought on more erotic thoughts. The t-shirt came to the
tops of her thighs, barely covering her nakedness
underneath. Each movement showing a splash of her silky
pubic hair or the space at the top of her thighs just below
the roundness of her full buttocks.
I hugged her to me and told her to go downstairs and fix
breakfast for us. Her eyes begged for a romp in the
bedroom, but she obeyed me without question.
I followed her down the stairs and watched with amusement
as Ann discovered that the t-shirt was not going to stay in
place. It kept riding up on her, exposing her from the
waist down. She blushed and made childish giggling noises
along with some silly remark. I grabbed her and spun her
around.
"Ann, I am not going to tolerate your silly coverup for
your shyness. I love your body. I want it on display to
me whenever I desire. It is not your place to ruin what is
erotic and beautiful with silliness."
I gave Ann a slap on her naked rear to emphasize my
seriousness, then kissed her.
Ann tried her best to act natural while making our
breakfast, but her awareness of her nakedness and my eyes
on her body made it difficult for her. Each time she
approached me I emphasized her forced exhibitionism by
touching her lower body. She seemed unsure of how to act.
She was not comfortable with her exposure because she did
not believe in her sexiness and somehow felt silly.
I discovered something that was to become central in my
desire to dominate Ann, I must find ways to transmit my
feelings to her. Ann must feel what I feel, it was up to
me to make her feel sensual and erotic. She would get
beyond her own feelings only when she understood mine.
She sat across from me now as we ate breakfast together.
She felt better now that her nakedness was hidden by the
table. I stared at her for the longest time and asked her
why she felt silly.
"I don't know.", she replied truthfully, for I believe that
she truly did not realize why.
"Ann,", I began to explain to her, "you feel silly because
you have not recognized your own sexuality, or at least you
do not believe in it. You act as if you are captive to
what you were taught as a child, and that is that you are
not allowed to expose your body to others because it is
somehow dirty or not right to do that. Well, Ann, that is
not right. Let me put it simply. If you give yourself to
me, then I want all of you. I want to enjoy what you are
giving to me, not be forced to imagine it in the darkness
of our bedroom. Your body is meant to give me pleasure.
It was created to create extreme desire in me for you. Now
if you don't want to be desirable, then don't listen to me.
If you do, then let me be the judge of what is sensual and
erotic. You simply enter into it. I know much better then
you now what turns me on and what makes me crazy with
hunger for you."
Ann sat there staring as if she wanted to believe me, but
was unsure that what I was saying was true. If it was
proof she wanted then I would give it to her.
I asked her for another cup of coffee and when she arose to
get it, I followed her taking in the delightful curves that
were so erotically exposed. When she returned to the
table, I took the pot from her hand, pushed the dishes to
one end of the table and lifted her onto it. I pressed her
back so that her legs were suspended over the edge. I
moved between them and reached for the server of warm
syrup. I grabbed the t-shirt and pushed it up and over her
breasts exposing them.
I poured some of the warm sticky liquid over her torso and
began to smear the sticky substance into her skin. I then
began to lick the syrup it from her breasts and belly,
arousing her to a fever pitch. Ann was moaning loudly now,
wrapping her legs around me and pulling me closer to her.
I slipped inside her and was welcomed with a cry of
delight. Her back arched off the table as she thrust
against me in animal passion. It took only minutes for
both of us to explode into orgasmic frenzy.
Ann was not as demure as we walked upstairs to shower.
May, 1985
- Shopping With Ann -
One morning after the kids left for school I told Ann that
I had taken the day off to be with her. I picked out her
clothes and laid them on the bed. I told her that we would
be shopping for some very special things today, things to
keep her aware of my feelings towards her sensuousness.
Ann looked so lovely in the white blouse and semi full
skirt. Her legs were beautifully shaped and I loved it
when they showed.
I had seen many men follow her with their eyes and it gave
me good feelings to know that she was desirable to others.
That served to exaggerate my feelings of possessing Ann. I
enjoyed the little girl in her as we drove to the mall.
Ann was in a playful mood. She was giggling one minute and
sulky the next. She was reacting to my moods as well as
provoking them. I joined in the fun and only quit as we
narrowly avoided an accident when I was too busy tickling
her thighs to see the light turn red.
Ann really made me laugh when she crossed her arms below
her breasts and glanced at me saying, "Some lover you
are... not even willing to have a small accident to play
with these". She emphasized the word "these" by sliding
her arms so that one of her breasts were cupped in each of
her hands. I almost drove off the road.
We reached the mall somehow. We were like two kids as we
laughed and joked our way through the parking lot to the
entrance. Ann hung on my arm and I couldn't resist
twirling her around. She playfully hit me and ran ahead, I
chased her and when I caught her warned her that I wasn't
above spanking her right there in the parking lot. Her
lower lip curled and then her eyebrows raised up.
"Ha! You wouldn't dare to!", she said to me as she pulled
away and ran a little ahead in case I meant it. I cocked
my head and with a stern look walked towards her. She
screamed and ran from me again.
She was backing up now yelling, "Michael! Don't you dare!"
I just kept walking towards her. When I reached her she
covered her eyes and turned around and half yelling, half
laughing and screamed "Rape!".
I looked around and people were staring at us. I grabbed
her arms and announced to the people, "It's ok folks. She
is my wife, I can rape her if I want." Ann turned bright
red, then sat on the ground in peals of laughter. I joined
her.
When we had regained our composure and the laughter died,
we went into the mall. Once inside, I took her to our
favorite place to order a couple of stupid sounding drinks
called "windshield washers". The bright blue drinks were
just right for the moods we were in.
Afterwards we made our way to a little shop that
specialized in sexy lingerie. I told Ann that I was going
to pick all her clothes from now on. With Ann beside me,
we began the hunt for her new wardrobe.
First things first. I picked out several bras for her.
They were light and transparent. They hooked in the front
and would enhance her figure without exaggerating it in any
way.
The looks on the salesgirl's face could only be appreciated
in a photo as I followed Ann to the small dressing room to
watch her try it on.
"Excuse me, sir! Excuse me! You can't go in there!", she
said trailing along after us.
"Sure I can.", I said smiling at her as I closed the door
to the tiny room.
"God, Michael, you're embarrassing!"
I smiled at her and began to unbutton her blouse. When she
had the new bra on, I fondled her and kissed her. I was
delighted as her nipples hardened and showed clearly
through the thin silky fabric of the bra. I unhooked the
front and suckled each warm breast once. I took her old
bra and crumpled it up and shoved it into my back pocket.
I told her to put her blouse back on and we went out to the
counter and I told the sales girl to give us six of them.
Then I asked if they had any garter belts. They did and I
picked out several for Ann along with several pairs of
hose. We then paid for them and I whispered to her to go
into the dressing room and replace her pantyhose with a
garter-belt and stockings.
"Oh yes,", I added in a whisper, "you will no longer wear
panties underneath your skirts, Ann." She blushed
slightly.
"I hate them anyway.", she whispered back.
I asked the salesgirl, who was now unsure of what I was
liable to do or say, if Ann could use the dressing room
once more. Then I watched Ann as she disappeared into the
room.
The rest of the afternoon was spent shopping and browsing.
Once when I had her model an outfit that I loved, I got up
and asked the woman waiting on us for some scissors and cut
all of the price tags off the clothing announcing that I
would buy it.
At one point Ann asked, "Well aren't you going to ask me if
I like it or not?".
I looked at her and shook my head and said, "No Ann, I am
not."
She said nothing at all and we walked out with her in her
new outfit. I enjoyed the feeling of her small waist as I
drew her near to me. We must have appeared to the world as
lovers, and they were right. I loved Ann more then ever
and I was happy to be seen with such a wonderfully erotic
woman.
If they only knew what we knew. My Ann was naked and
available to me separated by less then a 16th of an inch of
fabric from the hand that rested on her soft cheek. The
feeling was exhilarating and overwhelmingly sensual.
It was time to go home now and we walked to the car. In
the middle of the parking lot, I turned Ann towards me and
kissed her warmly. My hands found their way to her ass as
she raised up on tiptoe to return the kiss.
"Does this excite you, Ann?", I whispered as I pulled her
close to me by pressing on her soft cheeks. It felt
wonderful to feel her head nod yes as she sighed. When we
go in the car I didn't start it right away, but sat there
looking at her.
"Does it excite you knowing that you are naked under your
skirt, Ann?"
"Yes."
"I get just as excited knowing that you are so available to
my touch. Ann, I want you to show me how aroused you are."
"How? What do you want me to do?"
"Use your imagination, hon.", I said as I stared at her
lap.
Ann slid forward in the seat and raised her skirt to the
top of her lap and spread her legs a little. I leaned over
to kiss her and let my hand slide between her legs. I was
not surprised to find her very aroused and her fluids added
to the warm silkiness of her petal-like flesh. I began
slow rhythmical movements with my hand.
Ann clung tightly to me and closed her eyes. I kissed her
neck and gradually brought her closer and closer to an
orgasm. I could hear her breath coming in short panting
gasps now as her legs parted further and she lifted her
hips to meet my hand's motion against her sex.
In my mind there is no feeling in the entire world then to
hear your name spoken as the one you love erupts into
orgasmic rapture. Ann repeated my name over and over as I
felt her legs grip my hand. Her entire body trembled as
she hugged me closer to her and pressed my hand to her
breast. I felt her nipple swell at my touch as she came to
a shivering climax.
"How is that for imagination?", Ann giggled and with a
silly, little-girl smile on her face, she sat back and
arranged her skirt.
"Not bad, for a novice!", I said and raised my arm to
protect myself from the swipe I knew would come.
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