My partner was always very passionate and loving, but never struck me as a dominant. But, of course, I couldn’t hide my desires from him for too lon.... These fantasies of being roughly manhandled in the bedroom had begun to show when I asked him to spank me, to hold me down, to choke me.Every night, he’d do a little more to make me feel like my fantasies were slowly becoming a reality.One night, I came home to find him with rope, a gag, and some tape with him. I knew he had something exciting. Sam watched me go out and smiled; he could smile; he had my back, read looked out for me almost every night. The Skillet was my favorite watering hole; hell, it was my only watering hole. I was a regular there after work almost every night. Since I lived and worked but four blocks away, I never had a problem with drinking and driving. Tonight, though, I would normally have driven: it was thirty-one degrees and brother, that's cold, especially with a twenty knot wind adding the wind chill. By now Gloria had fingered herself to an orgasm over the memories and his spray had been in constant use, luckily the nurse at the hospital had taken pity on Peter and given him a couple of cans, remarking “he looked a lusty chap” as she did so! They slept well It was the next evening in one of their usual watering holes, sat in the corner of the lounge bar that the subject raised itself again. Gloria started it, by quietly asking “if he had thought any-more of the situation they discussed in. Trees with sparseautumn leaves dotted the street from end to end, and Lew noticed thequarter house he stayed in. But as he made his way he noticed someonelying at the base of a tree: a young woman, a rather sexy young woman henoted."Hey are you ok?" Lew said as he ran to her side. Ah wait she might besleeping. It was then he took a step back, wait haven't I seen her aroundhere? he wondered as she took in her appearance: long hair that was a mixof black and bleach blonde, framing a beautiful.