Perhaps, she was a submissive. she sobbed as every girls did. i was a man of words melted on her tears. she was a damsel of 5 feet 4 inch, 36-28-36 st...ts caught red handed in misfortune. if she was a submissive, i had to look best position in dominance and fortunately i was. i initiated my dominant move: “get the hell out of your clothes”. she looked amused. “are you deaf?” she was a damsel trapped o my web unbuttoned her shirt slowly.Very slowly. I was impatient to discover her bareness and i. Do you think its safe? Suppose someone we knew saw us?”“Don’t worry, Penny. After all it is just a pub. We are just going in for an innocent drink. Where’s the problem?”They arrived at The Gay Caballero just after 9 o’clock. The gay men were gradually drifting away, although a few stayed as the lesbians began to arrive. The pub was quite dimly lit so it took a few moments for their eyes to take in the surroundings. A few couples were dancing slowly to recorded music in a space in front of the. The only reason I really go to work is to hopefully get a glimpse of her. One day last week I went into work and it was the usual boring day. When lunch time started to get nearer I began looking at the door knowing it was a distinct possibility that she would walk in. My prayers were answered five minutes later, because she walked in in this gorgeous black skirt, white blouse that was tight to her chest, and black high heels. She has to walk past my desk to get to her husbands office so I was. Read full story As I reeled under the shame and guilt of losing my virginity, I searched around for some redemption. And the best way was to get royally screwed…He promised that it would be our “secret for life” and he would always be there for me. He even went on to rant about the thrill and adventure of discovering one’s sexuality. I resisted his attempts to kiss me but did not want to antagonize him any further. I told him that we would have one farewell session and bury the hatchet forever..