There are women out there that just love to dominate men. If you're one of them, or just like to read about women that overpower their men, you'll love these stories!
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A husband and wife, long married. Through a life together, they still find ways to fulfill, and thrill one another.
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agreed to marry him. I have borne his children. My opinions are just as
valid as his. They may not always be correct, I admit, but they are
just as important. I have supported him in his professional and private
life. I have dedicated my soul, my heart, and my body to him. When he
tries to be arrogant and haughty, it’s time for me to rein him in.
Without me, he is weaker, and he needs to be reminded of that, of the
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A tale of a woman and the pleasures she takes from the man that visits her.
You came to visit, and I greeted you in my kimono... it’s black, as most of my clothes are. You were shy and a bit uncomfortable being in my home for the first time. I walked toward you...smiling...and slowly untied the robe. You actually backed away from me, blushing, yet I saw you were aroused... |
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Brad was facing liquidation of his company... unless he could keep the female negotiator happy....
The hand that took his was cool, and strong for a woman, and the eyes that met his so blue and piercing that for a second, his facade wavered. As it did, he saw a flicker in her eyes, a recognition of weakness. Of course she recognised it, he thought bitterly, it was what she did for a living. He silently cursed himself even as he composed his features once more and hoped that the tiny show of emotion did not cost him more than he'd already lost.... |
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Michael had been called into the tax office because he had neglected his tax returns for too long...
Freed from their manila prison, his tax forms for the last five years spilled out onto the table. Michael gulped. This was not good, not good at all. A smile twisted the woman's red lips wryly. She did seem to enjoy her job. "Problem, Michael?" she said smoothly. Her voice was husky honey, and those green eyes pinned him to the chair.... |
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