“You are a natural, Britta. A real natural.” After a pause, Reg continued quietly, “What do you think of domination?”
His lowered voice sent chills down Britta’s spine. She knew exactly what he was referring to, because she’d seen those ads in the free weekly papers. Big, busty women. Latex, PVC, catsuits, masks, thigh-high boots. She’d even taken the papers to her room, feigning that she wanted to know about the local independent news. Instead, she had flipped to the back of those papers to peruse the more scandalous ads. She’d close her eyes, invoke the fantasies to come alive, and masturbate to those mental pictures as a mere teenager—a horny one, at that. And no, she was not thinking of being told what to do by these women. She had imagined herself in their shoes, those thigh-high boots, driving her female victims crazy with lust. And she was getting off on their inconsolable craving for her dominance.
Britta grew heady just thinking about those teenage years. She’d never actualized those fantasies before. Had gone straight to college, stayed on the academic track, went on to get her masters in business administration. She’d only graduated about six months ago. She hadn’t ever made the time to look into the stuff, even if she did continue to revisit those fantasies during each session with her vibrator.
Besides, she was a dyke, who had crushed on many a straight girl in her sorority days. Had often fantasized about those girls in her dreams, how they’d take her strap-on and scream for more. Real dicks be damned. Who was this man to ask her about domination?
“I don’t dig men,” Britta said flatly.
His lowered voice sent chills down Britta’s spine. She knew exactly what he was referring to, because she’d seen those ads in the free weekly papers. Big, busty women. Latex, PVC, catsuits, masks, thigh-high boots. She’d even taken the papers to her room, feigning that she wanted to know about the local independent news. Instead, she had flipped to the back of those papers to peruse the more scandalous ads. She’d close her eyes, invoke the fantasies to come alive, and masturbate to those mental pictures as a mere teenager—a horny one, at that. And no, she was not thinking of being told what to do by these women. She had imagined herself in their shoes, those thigh-high boots, driving her female victims crazy with lust. And she was getting off on their inconsolable craving for her dominance.
Britta grew heady just thinking about those teenage years. She’d never actualized those fantasies before. Had gone straight to college, stayed on the academic track, went on to get her masters in business administration. She’d only graduated about six months ago. She hadn’t ever made the time to look into the stuff, even if she did continue to revisit those fantasies during each session with her vibrator.
Besides, she was a dyke, who had crushed on many a straight girl in her sorority days. Had often fantasized about those girls in her dreams, how they’d take her strap-on and scream for more. Real dicks be damned. Who was this man to ask her about domination?
“I don’t dig men,” Britta said flatly.
The above excerpt is from The Miseducation 1, which is part of the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series, when the lesbian female protagonist confers with the bisexual male protagonist who is in an M/M/M gay menage relationship.
While Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series, you can find Purr Scent I: The Meeting as a complimentary read at most retail sites.
If you like stories about kinky lesbian women, you may also enjoy the DykeLove Quickies series.
While Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series, you can find Purr Scent I: The Meeting as a complimentary read at most retail sites.
If you like stories about kinky lesbian women, you may also enjoy the DykeLove Quickies series.
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