zekealicious
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Professional conference (switch seeking strong woman)
I'm a youthful 50, in decent shape, self employed professional. I' m at an all day seminar satisfying my continuing education credits. I sit at the end of a long, white clothed banquet table. A few seats down, not quite at the other end of the table, sits a woman that has caught my attention. It's not a physical thing, necessarily, although she is attractive. Lovely curves, soft looking hair, nice full lips, bright eyes.
She's a bit fullerbodied than I typically fall for, but there is something in the way she carries herself that speaks to the sub in me. By day I'm a confident, educated, respected professional, helping others make choices. Occasionally telling people what to do. But by night I'm a total sub, kneeling and waiting for the next command. I don't seek pain or humiliation (a little goes a long way with me) but the act of surrendering. Of not having to decide, just do.
The way she carries herself, the determination in her stride, the intensity in her eyes...I can easily imagine myself impaled on her lap, my legs wrapped around her back, one of her hands in my hair, pulling my head to and fro, her other hand in the small of my back, giving firm direction to my hips.
Oh those eyes. I catch her looking at me as the speaker drones on. The looks started just after the coffee break. First out of the corners of our eyes, then more direct. She's on her phone and I'm fantasizing that she's seen my name tag and is trying to find contact information for me. My email is on the bio sheet handed out with the class materials we were handed. The idea of getting a suggestive email or text from her, and where it might go has me distracted and aroused.
She stretches and gazes my way, holding my attention. It's as if she knows I want to look at her breasts and is daring me to do so. I tremble.....
I'm a youthful 50, in decent shape, self employed professional. I' m at an all day seminar satisfying my continuing education credits. I sit at the end of a long, white clothed banquet table. A few seats down, not quite at the other end of the table, sits a woman that has caught my attention. It's not a physical thing, necessarily, although she is attractive. Lovely curves, soft looking hair, nice full lips, bright eyes.
She's a bit fullerbodied than I typically fall for, but there is something in the way she carries herself that speaks to the sub in me. By day I'm a confident, educated, respected professional, helping others make choices. Occasionally telling people what to do. But by night I'm a total sub, kneeling and waiting for the next command. I don't seek pain or humiliation (a little goes a long way with me) but the act of surrendering. Of not having to decide, just do.
The way she carries herself, the determination in her stride, the intensity in her eyes...I can easily imagine myself impaled on her lap, my legs wrapped around her back, one of her hands in my hair, pulling my head to and fro, her other hand in the small of my back, giving firm direction to my hips.
Oh those eyes. I catch her looking at me as the speaker drones on. The looks started just after the coffee break. First out of the corners of our eyes, then more direct. She's on her phone and I'm fantasizing that she's seen my name tag and is trying to find contact information for me. My email is on the bio sheet handed out with the class materials we were handed. The idea of getting a suggestive email or text from her, and where it might go has me distracted and aroused.
She stretches and gazes my way, holding my attention. It's as if she knows I want to look at her breasts and is daring me to do so. I tremble.....
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