Female domination free stories mother-in-law

I was picturing Susan in my mind, relaxing on a hotel bed, clad only in her black lingerie, looking severe, dominant, needing. Thoughts of her dressed in lingerie. Maybe not, maybe the lingerie was worse, but either way, something would be better, anything. I won't have a chance to talk during the day, why don't I call you at dinner time, k? A lesson that should make sure you don't treat women like sexual objects, that you don't do such disgusting things. I forced myself to put my hands behind my back, to protect myself, to stop myself from having anymore of these thoughts.

Stanton's panties, crotch first, raised them up towards me, towards my head, towards my face, towards my nose. Come on now, up, out of bed. I ran a sink of water, poured in a cap of delicate detergent. Not pleasant, is it? I knew what they were, again, the subject of my masturbatory childhood fantasies. I think it's cute.

This brings us to present day. But I thought of her words. I felt the same in my hand, still warm from her body, her pussy, her breasts, her skin. She smiled, almost warmly, and then jingled those keys again as if to torment me. I wish I could see you in your stockings.