Nonconsent femdom literotica

I had been trying to get my vintage clothing business off the ground for six months when Mary offered me her boyfriend. As soon as he let her have her way she would try something else to "bring him out of his comfort zone". It was never clear from her stories that he enjoyed these experiences as much as she did but something kept him in her orbit. I can only guess it was the sex. We have no secrets, Mary and I, even though I haven't had much to contribute since my long-term boyfriend sloughed off with a woman young enough to be our daughter. Her dates rarely seem to meet her exacting standards and the Boy, with his humdrum job and timid, unworldly manner, barely warranted an invitation back to her place. But, she said, she was drunk and horny and fancied tying him up for a bit of oral sex.

I'm a different breed of woman. The kind you don't hear much about. I have a deep craving for making men submit to me. I'm plump, some men would say fat. Maybe that's true and maybe it's not, but it's not something that fills my day.