You raise one eyebrow and regard
me with another intense stare.
“Start by stripping please
Jenna.”
I hear what you say and yet on some level I can’t quite process it.
“Strip?” I ask, as though I don’t understand your demand.
“Yes, strip. Take off all of your clothes. I want to see you naked. Now please.”
I feel dazed, yet I let my jacket fall to the floor, and start work on my shirt buttons. Your eyes never leave me.
I can feel them mining into me whilst I tackle the third button. Why is this so weird? You’re my husband after
all. You’ve seen me undress and naked countless times.
Yet this is different. I am not just undressing, I am stripping. It’s not my decision; it’s at your command. You are not just Oliver now; you’re my Husband – some dominant entity now in charge. For some strange reason, I am finding it really hot! The look in your eyes is not just appreciative; it’s carnal. Waves begin to rise in my pool of desire.

Felicity Brandon

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Turn around.”
Only two words, but they deliver such a sensual threat.
I do as you ask without question. You are right behind me, breathing hard into the small of my neck, where I like to be kissed.

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That’s enough naughty girl,” you say in a mocking tone, “I am going to put you over my knee and spank you for being such a bad wife tonight. It will hurt, but you’re going to enjoy it a lot more than you’ll admit…

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