SO!!! Will probably have a Part 3 because of a few things! Again THIS IS PURELY FANTASY!!! (For now) c;
Real quick clarification on appearances:
Me: (Nickname Dolly) 24f, Red curly hair, Green eyes, 5’5 and 140lbs. SUPER PALE! Long legs, nice hips, and average/smaller chest (C cup)
Him: Tank, 25m, chestnut brown short/shaggy hair, ocean blue eyes, 6 feet, strong arms and an adorable round tummy! Built like a tall dwarf basically, even has a nice brown/red beard! Very hairy, just how I like ‘em
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Fast forward a bit.
We unpacked Tanks stuff, got settled in. My apartment is decent. I have an office, a bedroom, and a joint kitchen/dining area that also acts as the living room. He was going to be staying on our futon.
I knew what he liked. We’d been friends for years now. He never noticed I’d purposefully wear clothes to catch his eye, or that I’d sit at just the right angles for him to peep the color of my panties. A slip of my chest.
We got cozy on the couch. Popped in a movie, and grabbed snacks and some soda. I’d even changed into something a little comfier. Knee high socks, the same skirt, but a plain cloth tank-cut shirt tucked into it that didn’t restrict anything. I knew he liked my legs.
There was a lot Tank liked. He was normally a very private person, but over the years I’d prodded enough to really get to know him.
He liked women who were strong, but soft at the same time. Someone who could stand their own, but chose to submit to him. He liked smaller breasts. Long legs. Outfits that accentuated those things.
He also had a thing for seeing a woman cry. He admitted that to me one night, white knuckled in anger, asking me if it made him a monster. I held him and let him vent, and then told him a few dirty secrets of my own.
I liked it when men took action. I liked being tossed around like a rag doll. Liked having a man wrap his big hands around my throat, or in my hair. Forcing me to my knees. Making my eyes sting with tears as I tried to wrap my lips around them.
“It’s just a kink, you’re not trying to hurt them, you’re wanting them to take pleasure with the pain.” I’d told him. Fuck, I wanted to be the one crying beneath him. So badly.
Back to the present again.
I propped my legs up on his, something he complained about but always let me do. We relaxed, caught up, and just enjoyed the other’s company.
I had a plan, but it would start in the morning…
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