It was like having Tarzan in the family.She squirmed in the car seat as she recalled the wild dream that she'd had about Brad the previous night. She ...new enough about dreams to know that things seen or heard in a previous day often made their way into dreams. So she shouldn't have been surprised she'd have a sexual dream. But her part in the dream had shocked her.In the dream, she'd practically raped Brad! The scene had been his mother's bedroom but she wasn't covered up, hiding her body.. She dressed really sexy, short black mini skirt and white top that was low cut in front. She doesn't wear a bra as her breasts are small but very firm. And of course her favourite red high heeled shoes.The dance hall was pleasant enough, not crowded at all. We had a lovely time dancing and drinking. As the evening wore on, Beth got more and more 'happy' with all the Martinis she was putting away. The place was also filling up and by 10pm it was as packed as the guy had said it would be.We were. And then, well, this really isn't a BDSM story. At the centre there's a love affair with strong D/s overtones and there's quite a bit of non-consensual sex, some of it rather rough. I'm posting it here because this is where I post and it's where my fans know where to find me. DedicationThis story is gratefully dedicated to my two greatest assets, Estragon - the ruthless eliminator of the clich? and punctuator in chief who has put much unsung effort into making this as good as it can. “See, that makes twelve pills!” He smirked.“I guess we won’t have to buy you Viagra for a while,” Karen joked, combing her right fingers through his dark, wavy hair.“Everyone is going to think I need to take Viagra in order to fuck.”“We know differently, don’t we?” She replied, kissing him. “Do you remember Vanessa?”“I sure do! She’s a beautiful, sensual woman and a great fuck.”“She’s here. I met her at the bar. She has a new boyfriend. Knowing her type of men, I think I’ll use him as my first.