Lilly recently wrote a hot little tale. Though it is not about me, it still inspired me to write. I decided for fun, to take a try at writing as the submissive she mentions in her story. I suggest you read it here first before reading mine.
Lilly calls me her “enigma”. I suppose I come off as such. In my own element, I am strong and confident, but in her element, I am lost and naive. I feel as though I am a little child. I feel small compared to her. I don’t know if I’d feel better hiding behind my long hair or just tie them off into pig tails.
I liked exchanging emails with her. I liked the risks we took and the thrill of talking to a woman in what could be considered a sexual manner. Lilly awakened a lust I never knew existed. When she told me of R and the relationship they had, I was blown away. She told me she was to find a submissive in the office to play with as R does with her and asked me if Iconsidered myself submissive.
I was confused and lost. I didn’t know how to answer her question. I became speechless and all I could do was blush and bite my lower lip, avoiding a real answer. All I could tell her is that I didn’t know.
I thought I disappointed her, until this came into my email’s inbox…
“Hypothetically speaking – what if, right now, I told you to go to the restroom and remove your panties? Would you do it? And what if, when you exited your stall, you found me standing there waiting for you to hand them to me? Would you do that? Would it make you blush? And then… what if…..as you stood over the sink washing your hands, I slid my hand up your skirt to your bare ass and down the crack and slipped my fingers quickly into your sticky wet cunt? Would you fight me? Or would you like it?”
As I read her email, I felt my body become flush. I felt a burning at my cheeks. My breathing became more rapid. “Remove my panties”. Those words alone made me wet. The thought of me exiting the stall and seeing her there, waiting with extended hand for me to place my panties into it, made my mind whirl. What would she think as she closed her hand and felt the wetness of my pussy? What if she touched me…. there? I felt my heart skip a beat and I swallowed hard. That’s when I noticed she was right there, behind me, observing me.
She smiled a coy smile and told me to continue, to not fight her on this if I knew what was good for me. Don’t let her interrupt me. She walked away and returned to her desk.
I read the line again.
“And then… what if…..as you stood over the sink washing your hands, I slid my hand up your skirt to your bare ass and down the crack and slipped my fingers quickly into your sticky wet cunt? Would you fight me? Or would you like it?”
I felt the throbbing deep within me. I became embarrassed by how excited I was getting. I imagined her hand on my skin. Imagined her hand trailing up my back thigh and up and underneath my skirt. I caught my breath once more. I imagined the feel of her finger trail my crack and plunge into my folds, forcing a gasp from my lips as she thrust her fingers into my wet cunt. I think I gasped out loud. I quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed. I think I caught her looking at me, smiling that devilish grin. The throbbing from my hardened clit wouldn’t stop and I knew how to answer her.
“Would I do it? Yes.
Would I hand them over? I hesitantly say Yes.
Would I fight you? The shock of it would take me by surprise and the fact that someone could walk in at any second would cause me to fight it at first. Would I like it? Again, a hesitant ‘yes’. Even as you are standing over me right now trying to embarrass me, I know deep down I’d like it no matter how it appeared on the outside.”
My face was flushed as I hit “send”. I was hoping it was what she wanted to hear. I hesitantly looked behind me. My hand subconsciously slipped to my mound. My fingers pressed into my throbbing clit through the fabric, as I watched her screen open up my email. All I could do was wait and see what happens next.
To be continued… maybe?