It sounded sweet and comforting and she became lost in its music. After a few moments he asked, Do you want to talk? After a long wait as she re-emerg...d from basking in his quiet strength, she nodded her head. Somehow, she trusted this man who had demonstrated might, viciousness, quick and decisive decision-making, and yet was warm, compassionate and handsome. She kept her face buried in his strong shoulder and her arms wrapped around his neck. She felt his broad hands on her back and butt.. I was getting bolder as I had realized that he liked me to be the dominant one. I lied on the bed taking him along with me. I now held his face between my palms and poured my love on him.I took full control of him on our first night itself. We both enjoyed the night to the full. And that’s how it stayed ever after. I enjoyed treating him like a kid and he was more than happy to have found a mama…though he never called me that, I knew his desires.One Sunday afternoon I was moving around the room. Her breathing deepened as he looked into her brown eyes. She bent to kiss him, and his hands clamped onto her ass over her skirt as they exchanged tongues in a deep kiss. She was conscious of how big the bulge was in his shorts as she rubbed her naked crotch against it – she wasn’t wearing panties! He didn’t know it yet, all he could feel was the tremendous heat emanating from her crotch as they kissed. She broke the kiss and raised her skirt, allowing him to see her bush as it pressed against. I pushed it back into her hands."Keep half, then, and give her another meal when she needs it." You're a kind man, mister. I'm sure she'll appreciate it."A few minutes later she walked out with a jumbo styrofoam cup in her hand and gave it to Wendy. There was some hand waving and pointing, and when she came back in Wendy was with her.She came straight up to me and slipped into my booth."You really a writer?"I nodded."Have I read anything you've written?" No, I doubt it. I'm a technical writer..