Untamed_Heart
Passions Flame
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Tanya sat with her feet up, hunched over as she industriously painted her toenails. She paused to admire them; each was a different color, reflecting the shifting of her mood that day. Actually, she had a veritable rainbow going at that point.
She had a telephone receiver tucked between her ear and her shoulder where she was chatting with her best friend. She was trying to sound light and carefree at that point, but somehow, as best friends often do, she didn’t manage to carry it off.
Her friend had just asked her to tell her what her real problem was, and Tanya sighed heavily before she responded, “I don’t know Sammie, but ever since Josh and I split up I have been feeling at loose ends. Before Josh, there was Paulo, then Hector (though I am still trying to figure out why I dated a guy by that name) and a few others. All those relationships ended because I wasn’t satisfied. The sex was good, but nothing to write home about, and for that many men to leave me unfulfilled, I have begun to wonder what’s wrong with me.”
Her friend broke in then, and asked if she had ever come close, to which she responded, “Well, there was this one guy, Josh-he came close, which was really odd, because he was a little bit kinky, he liked to tie me up and stuff before we had sex. A little wild, but I always felt the best when I was in a position of helplessness.” She paused then, and continued, a little quieter, “But I don’t know why.”
Her friend was quiet for a few minutes, and then asked quietly, “Do you think you might be a submissive?”
Tanya was shocked and it showed in her voice, “One of those girls who wears leather collars and leashed and loves getting beat up!?!” Her friends was quick to reassure her that what was seen on the internet porn ads was usually the extreme side of things, that there were many facets to that lifestyle. Tanya wasn’t sure if it was really for her, but the idea sounded intriguing at least.
Her friend offered to set her up with someone who might be willing to lead her along that path and Tanya agreed. Her friend gave her an address, telling her to wear something pretty and to go to it later that night, that she would phone ahead and make the arrangements.
Which is why at 7:32 that evening, Tanya was walking up to a large house that she had never seen before, tugging at the hem of the short skirt she wore before she rang the bell. Her heart was beating quickly in a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, so she took a deep breath as footsteps sounded from the other side of the door.
She had a telephone receiver tucked between her ear and her shoulder where she was chatting with her best friend. She was trying to sound light and carefree at that point, but somehow, as best friends often do, she didn’t manage to carry it off.
Her friend had just asked her to tell her what her real problem was, and Tanya sighed heavily before she responded, “I don’t know Sammie, but ever since Josh and I split up I have been feeling at loose ends. Before Josh, there was Paulo, then Hector (though I am still trying to figure out why I dated a guy by that name) and a few others. All those relationships ended because I wasn’t satisfied. The sex was good, but nothing to write home about, and for that many men to leave me unfulfilled, I have begun to wonder what’s wrong with me.”
Her friend broke in then, and asked if she had ever come close, to which she responded, “Well, there was this one guy, Josh-he came close, which was really odd, because he was a little bit kinky, he liked to tie me up and stuff before we had sex. A little wild, but I always felt the best when I was in a position of helplessness.” She paused then, and continued, a little quieter, “But I don’t know why.”
Her friend was quiet for a few minutes, and then asked quietly, “Do you think you might be a submissive?”
Tanya was shocked and it showed in her voice, “One of those girls who wears leather collars and leashed and loves getting beat up!?!” Her friends was quick to reassure her that what was seen on the internet porn ads was usually the extreme side of things, that there were many facets to that lifestyle. Tanya wasn’t sure if it was really for her, but the idea sounded intriguing at least.
Her friend offered to set her up with someone who might be willing to lead her along that path and Tanya agreed. Her friend gave her an address, telling her to wear something pretty and to go to it later that night, that she would phone ahead and make the arrangements.
Which is why at 7:32 that evening, Tanya was walking up to a large house that she had never seen before, tugging at the hem of the short skirt she wore before she rang the bell. Her heart was beating quickly in a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, so she took a deep breath as footsteps sounded from the other side of the door.