A dark, irresistible thrill
I know I am a bad guy. I am sure some will comment here, dropping opinions of morality and judgment. I find the online community interesting in that way, as I have seldom had that happen in person; at least not in a very long time. I guess the combination of size, tattoos and hair discourage such forthrightness when present.
My wife has never seen me that way however. A tall, blue-eyed beauty, she sees me for the softy that I am. At the same time, there is no doubt that she enjoys being with perceived power. She has plenty of power herself, and is no pushover for sure.
That said, I will disclose what I came here to talk about. See, I come from a permissive background, very unlike my wife. She is considered society, highly educated and walks for the most part among the polite. She married the bad boy, but pulls it off with her class and intellect. As you might imagine, this has caused stress at points. One such case has been my efforts over the years to get her to swing. It would be such eros to see her taken by another man. Alas, she has steadfastly refused such acts, categorizing such things as dirty, wrong and disgusting. Such were her protests to said acts that I resigned myself to the inevitable reality that alas, I would never have an opportunity to see her shapely form under another man. Then, a set of events began to unfold that would take me to dark places I could never have imagined.
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