My Library Fantasy: Daryl, chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Library Fantasy: Daryl, chapter 2

... poor lamb out of his misery, “Want to go now?” He paused for a second, then whispered very quietly, so that I could hardly see his lips move, “Yes, Mama.” I had to think of a non-suspicious exit plan for us. This was part of my role as the dominant one of course, I had to organise everything and make it safe for us. Tough one. I decided it was best to wait until some others were leaving and all go out together. I told Daryl this. Thanks to the wine, this didn’t take too long to happen, and pretty soon a group were all leaving for their husband taxis, and both me and Daryl just happened to decide it was a good time for us to go too. And guess what? The B and B was in the same direction as Daryl’s house. Of course it was. My earlier wobble in terms of confidence was totally forgotten as my plan worked and Daryl and I walked off into the night together. When I’m feeling dominant I usually feel invincible and entitled and like I can make anything I want happen, which is of course not how real life generally goes. Here I was though, in the middle of taking control, and I felt like the whole world was mine. All thanks to my boy toy’s submission. I snuck him into my room at the Bed and Breakfast, telling him to be quiet as we did. He obeyed. It felt so naughty, sneaking a young man into my room while feeling a bit drunk, and it was very hard not to giggle. I wanted him to feel a bit less nervous and relax a bit, because with all the hot dresses and the ordering about and the being ...

... quiet up the stairs, I thought he might be a bit too tense. I didn’t want him tense. So, without saying anything, I sat us both down on the edge of the bed and began kissing him. He didn’t stop me, in fact he kissed me back quite passionately, putting his hand into my hair and pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. He was so eager, it was just adorable! I put my hand into his hair too and we pawed and licked at each other, until I was sure he was feeling at home. I decided it was time to start bossing him about. I stopped kissing and pulled him away from me. He opened his eyes and looked at me, expectantly. “Take your shirt off,” I said, starting with a nice easy one. He went to unbutton it, and I helped him too, until his shirt was off and on the floor. He pounced back on me again and I let him kiss me a little more, taking the chance to run my hands all over his naked torso. I pulled away again, which was harder to do this time as he really didn’t want me to pull away, and said, “Calm down a little bit, boy toy. Get on your knees at the side of the bed.” He laughed a little bit, which I didn’t really like, because I was serious. Maybe I’d made him too comfortable, because I thought he was going to pounce again and make me kiss him, like he’d forgotten all about who was in charge here. How rude. I put my hands on his shoulders and looked at him right in the eyes. “I said, get on your knees at the side of the bed. You always do what I say, remember?” I gave him a gentle push ...