Sharon
Copyright© 2007 by Kaffir
Chapter 7
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 7 - The premature death of his beloved wife pushes Richard Hoddinot into an almost monastic existence. Sharon brings him out of it in a way that he would never have expected.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual MaleDom Spanking Safe Sex Oral Sex
Sharon drove out into the lane and pulled into the same gateway as the previous week.She switched off the engine. She was not shaking this time. Instead, her entire being was elated and invigorated. For the first time in her life she had been treated with respect and affection. She had also experienced being made love to and not used as a receptacle for sperm. She was blissfully happy and, for the first time in her life, felt fulfilled.
Then her heart sank. In less than two hours Richard had changed her outlook on life. He'd shown her consideration and affection and now she was his: lock, stock and barrel. But she couldn't be. She'd told him that there was no ulterior motive and that she was there purely to provide sex as a therapy. And then he'd treated her like he had and made her feel not only an attractive and desirable woman but one with a personality and feelings. She loved him but he would never love her back in the same way: fond of her, caring, responsive but never loving her.
"Aw, come on!" she thought to herself. "I've always known 'e's a nice bloke so why should I think different when 'e fucks me nice?... 'Cos I've never been treated like that and I've never felt like that ... I've never come like that from diddling me own clit ... and what he did to me tits! All the others just mauled them. On the other 'and 'e wasn't takin' no for an answer: get your clothes off, 'ave a shower, 'ave another shower, you're going to 'ave to learn to do as you're told. An' I said yes. An' I enjoyed sayin' yes. Oh shit! What 'ave I let meself in for?"
Further thinking did nothing and she suddenly realised that she'd better get a wiggle on for her next cleaning client.
"Stuffy old biddy!" she said to herself again and giggled.
Over the next week she continued to chew things over but, try as she could, she could not rid herself of the emotional angle. If Richard never found another woman she could probably live with love once a week and possibly a bit more.
She also decided that after all she enjoyed being dominated. She supposed that the men she knew had always treated her that way and that her aggressive front was a reassuring cover for and defence against it.
She wasn't going to become a sex slave and Richard had promised she never would but it was rather comforting to be told what to do from time to time.
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