Like compete, lose and get dominated.I thought this is time. I started online and found a super hot partner. He told me that he likes more or less the...same thing but he doesn't necessarily wants to dominate but wanted us to compete. He said we'd compete and whoever wins will dominate. We made each other promises. If he won he'll take me like I can never have imagined before, and if I won I'll take him as if he was a woman. We talked things out, set a date which was yesterday.So we met at his. He hadn't realized he stopped, the feelings,the tugging the squeezing was just too much. Then he felt a poke, itwas between his cheeks. Right between. He gasped and jumped. Robyn hadturned the quirt around the handle slipped between his cheeks, shepushed, "Come on, get moving."He moaned. She pushed again, followed behind him, keeping the quirtpressing between his cheeks, pushing. Wiggling. Occasionally she wouldturn it around and smack him. At the end of a long row, when he wasturning to go. I was actually feeling jealousy for a married man. It’s amazing how one minute can change your whole outlook on things. A minute like that brings out the naughtiness that’s always been hiding in you. Even though, two months ago, even I thought I was a goody-goody. Now, I’m so secretive within myself, and constantly soaking wet...I really didn’t have time to shower or change, so if anything would happen with Michael, I didn’t want him to go down on me. I was worried my smell would be a little. Andfrom her frightened nervous feeling I could only assume that Maxim had infact remained monogamous. All of a sudden, she seemed to make up hermind. I once again got to experience opening up and being made love toby my loving husband, but this time as a passenger. As she and hecuddled in post coital bliss she leaned over to lazily kiss him andreaffirm her promise... I actually felt the words spill past 'my' lipsand say that from now on he could make love to her in any way he so choseand.