Finally, it was my turn.
I sat back and stared at him, my conquest. A beautiful male specimen, whose name I didn’t know and didn’t care to learn. Just perfect. He would represent all of the men who had done me wrong. I would have my way with him, as many times as I liked.
There was nothing he could do about it, tied to a chair, blindfolded and naked in my flat. My BD'SM séx fantasy was coming alive.
I ran my hands over my body, brushing over my bréasts and down between my legs. I was already aroused just thinking about what I was about to do to him.
For years I had never gotten what I wanted. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Every boyfriend had left me frustrated and unsatisfied. And now work had betrayed me too. That asshole of a boss passed me over for a promotion in favor of
