The Divorcee - Sex Stories

The Divorcee

Marcy was deep in thought as she left her lawyer’s office and nearly missed her exit on the freeway. She wasn’t depressed or even slightly saddened about her divorce. She knew it was a mistake for both him and her, and they now both had an opportunity now to live the lives they really wanted. Her former husband was the type of man that many women seem to want, and she realized that her f****y might not understand why she left him. However, in marriage she discovered how quickly life could become mundane. They went to work, they came home, they had dinner and drinks, and were generally in bed early. Their sex life had gone from once a day, to once a week, to once a month. When she had brought up ideas about spicing up their love life she was met with hard resistance from her mate, and so love making had become dull and obligatory for her. She found herself no longer wanting sex from her husband, and whatever connection they had when they were married was long gone. Some women perhaps could exist in a loveless, sexless marriage; but not Marcy. It was time for her to breakout and take control of her dormant sexuality. As she pulled into the parking lot of her new apartment she was excited about the possibilities. While she didn’t want to jump into another relationship, she was thinking about how empowered she felt. She could now have a man any time she wanted, and while she didn’t consider herself to be the promiscuous type, she certainly was going to play the field for a while. ...

... She smiled to herself as she thought about fulfilling her many fantasies that she had repressed during her years of marriage. She entered her apartment and went straight to the wine rack. She opened a bottle a poured herself a glass of cabernet, kicked off her shoes, and took a seat by her computer. While she was married, she never intentionally visited adult websites, but now things were different. She would now do what she damn pleased all the time. She wanted to know if there were others out there who shared her kinky fantasies, and more importantly, how to go about meeting someone who shared her interests. “What is it I’m looking for?” she thought to herself. She browsed several adult sites, and by the time she had finished her first glass she realized the kinds of images and stories that were turning her on. In the search bar she typed, “female domination”, and the search yielded hundreds of results. One link led to another which led to another. She found herself becoming increasingly aroused from viewing pictures of dominant females with submissive men, especially those pictures where the men were experiencing obvious physical pain on behalf of their Mistress. She felt herself becoming wet as she fantasized about having a slave who would be on his knees ready to serve her in any way and would accept any punishment that she saw fit. She poured herself a second glass, and retrieved a pen and a pad of sticky notes. As she went through the images, she made a list of things ...