A custom shot story just for her that involved latex and dominance. To be specific, female dominance. My response: “Hi Amy, I would love to write a ...hort story for you but I need to know more. Here is what I need to know: - I looked at your profile and it seems as though you take a Dom approach towards men and women, why would you ask me to write you a short story knowing I am also dominant?- Why do you want it to be a short story?- Why latex? I’m assuming it is either a fetish or a fear that. She didn’t find her father’s, but it would never fit her anyway. Shoving it into her pants pocket, she stood and ran out the door.She’d gotten only a few paces out when she reconsidered. Sudden motions startled the undead. Her father taught her to move gingerly when they were about. The last thing she needed was to spook those she hoped to join. By the time they recognized her—assuming they were capable of recognizing her—she might already be dead.Walking quickly, her head down, she tried to. I was playing out a fantasy I’d had since the day we met. I’d imagined that she’d be very reluctant and would fight me.Then she wrapped her legs around me and said, “Fuck me, Bill. Fuck me like it’s my first time and you just took my virginity.”I released her hands and we kissed hungrily as we fucked for thirty minutes. She had three devastating orgasms and had a fourth one when she felt me shooting off.“Oh fuck! You’re so good, Bill. So good,” she moaned as she held on tight with her legs and. Having worked nearly non-stop since that time, Anhaisen found himself finally slowing and broaching the subject of sleep, yawning idly as he filed the remainder of papers in front of him, deciding to wait until the week began anew to send his results to the scientific community. That would also give him a day or so to re-check the data. With a sigh and rubbing of sore eyes came the call. "Lana?" By the time Lana had reached the door Anhaisen had already began to lull at his desk, perking up.