"If you EVER lay another hand on me, I won't think twice about slapping that smile right off your face!" she warned.The man's smile indeed faded in an...instant, but a few seconds later was replaced by anger. "Oh I see, it's okay for you to flirt and get your rocks off on an older man like me, and you get to walk away, guilt free at my expense! But when I take it for face value, you act like a little BITCH and yell at me? You won't be the only one that throws a swing or two! If you act like a. That desire to submit. To surrender. How can we not when every time we make love to a man, we have to spread our legs and let him mount us? Take us. Slide into us. Sex for a woman is bound in surrender.“Just like sex for a man is bound in domination.”Clint seized a fistful of my hair. I shuddered as he marched me out to a picnic table, holding tight. He bent me over, thrusting my ass out at Isaac. I shuddered at the feel of the wood beneath me through my halter top. I wiggled my hips, my pussy. Adulthood brought no noticeable improvement. He had dropped out of school when the going got rough (It wasn't my fault!) and had earnestly followed the path of least resistance. The dead-end low-paying jobs he managed to get reflected his total lack of self-esteem. He had slowly drifted to the bottom of the social pyramid, and his prospects were approximately nil.Of course, he was still a virgin at age 35. His pathetic attempts at getting a girlfriend invariably ended in comedy or catastrophe.. Now certain of what I wanted, I hatched a plan. I ordered a beer from the bartender and started sipping on it. Slowly. I didn't want to actually get drunk. I just wanted it to look like I might be drunk. Sitting in my jean mini skirt, my tanned, toned legs crossed in front of me, I scoured the bar for a potential target.Knowing what I wanted gave me a sense of power I had never experienced before. It was exhilarating. I felt this sense of certainty that I could have any man I wanted. And I was.