Synopsis
One moment in time changes the lives of two people..
Daniel was your average husband with your average body and your average personality. Until that fateful night he takes out the garbage and is attacked by something. Something that changes him. He feels stronger. More powerful.
Emily, the sweet petite 19 year old that stays for an extra hour after piano lessons notices this change too. And while she doesn't want to admit it at first it stirs something within her. She can feel him reaching out to her. And soon she will find herself being used by him and marked as his.
This 3500+ word story contains bareback breeding, male domination, wild savage first time sex, oral sex, anal sex, younger and older partners and lots of orgasms!
Daniel was your average husband with your average body and your average personality. Until that fateful night he takes out the garbage and is attacked by something. Something that changes him. He feels stronger. More powerful.
Emily, the sweet petite 19 year old that stays for an extra hour after piano lessons notices this change too. And while she doesn't want to admit it at first it stirs something within her. She can feel him reaching out to her. And soon she will find herself being used by him and marked as his.
This 3500+ word story contains bareback breeding, male domination, wild savage first time sex, oral sex, anal sex, younger and older partners and lots of orgasms!
Here's a little juicy bit:
She tried to rub her legs to close off the feelings welling
up inside her. But that warmness invaded her. A low moan filled her
throat as she felt trickles of pleasure up and down her body. She noticed
a bit of sweat on her brow now.
It was then she noticed Daniel had been staring at her
again. She met the gaze this time and immediately knew what these feelings were:
lust. She wanted his body. She wanted him on top of her, thrusting
inside of her. Her eyes grew wider and her cheeks burned with desire at
the thought. Try as she might her little mind was invaded with nasty,
filthy thoughts. Bodies pressed against each other. Heavy breathing
and moans of pleasure. Penetration. Wild thoughts of being pinned
down and used.
She could see his face slightly twitch. He was
breathing in deeply as well. Like a coiled animal, waiting to
strike. She so desperately wanted to speak and tell him to take her but
she could only sit there and feel the desire build up in her.
She felt helpless like she wasn’t given permission to move,
to speak. Emily knew that should be a weird thing to think but right now
looking at him it felt right. He was powerful. She looked at him,
desperate. His strong, passion filled eyes conveyed a message to her that
she could trust him. She could just let herself go to him.
Again her mind gave her an idea of what could be. At
his feet, starting up at his strong masculine body. Feeling safe by his
side, feeling like it was her place at his feet. The thought of giving
herself over to him made her sigh and close her eyes momentarily to take it
in. She begged with her eyes, pleading for him to fuck her. It was
in that moment she gave herself to him. She felt her will ebbing towards
him, draining out of her body. She knew from his look he wanted to use
her. And she admitted to herself she wanted it. She needed to give
herself to him.
Behind the Scenes
Sometimes inspiration comes from the weirdest places.
So domination and submission is something that's interested
me from a early age. I'm what's called a "switch" but honestly?
I wonder if that's just being with assholes in my younger years who refused to
be "less of a man" by letting me dominate. Basically I'm saying
I'm finding in my "old age" that I prefer to be on top.
However sometimes the thought of a nice strong man
confidently taking what he wants also gets me going. I wanted to write
something like that. But inspiration wasn't coming. Billionaire
BDSM freaks had been done to death and frankly I couldn't unsee "50
shades" from any of those.
Then I saw this picture. And I started thinking about animals, passion and strength. Those were obviously claw marks and
that got me thinking about werewolves. Now I have no interest in writing
about furry beasts screwing women, that's just not my bag man. But
someone who inherited the characteristics of a werewolf; that of raw animal
power and domination. That's a different story.
And she's such a cute little petite woman! Look at
her. Perfectly corruptible.
The rest of the story fell into place. I love the
build up in this one really. I obviously have a thing with
"warmth" washing over someone's body. But to have someone break
someone with just a stare and a presence...ooo. Gets me
going.
So hey give it a try!
(and available on every Amazon channel you can think of!)
Contact me at laceylayton36@gmail.com
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