Roxie [mf, bdsm, bisexual, submission] (Dangerously Dirty Diaries Vol. 2)

Shy and reserved, Roxanne is a paralegal at a prestigious law firm in downtown Toronto. She's a career-minded, no-nonsense young woman whose idea of a good time is a weekend in with her cat, Bootsie, and a bag of microwave popcorn. This all changes when a handsome young man arrives in the office. Ash is somehow able to to avoid the scorn of his aunt, who just so happens to be Roxanne's boss. He's also fun and flirty, and seems to love pushing "Roxie's" buttons. As much as she hates to admit it, she can't help but feel drawn to this charming stranger. The more they hang out, the more she finds herself aroused by the dark pleasures that their increasingly risquée chats tease at. In order to better understand what's happening in her life, Roxanne begins a secret journal that she can confide in, and explore this strange, new territory with Ash.

This is that journal.

This short story is roughly 9000 words in length, and contains sexy scenes of sexy fun between co-workers, the budding relationship between a newly awakened sub and her dom, light BDSM, and girl-on-girl action.

 

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His touch is so strong and patient, and he softly narrates what he’s putting into my mouth, detailing where the chocolate came from, how the coconut was harvested, the fat content of the creme, and so on.

Everything’s warm and hazy, like a dream. I’ve eaten about four or so of the treats before I realize that he’s resting his hand on my thigh. I inhale sharply.

I think he notices and gives me a devilishly playful look, as he brings a chocolate covered strawberry to my mouth. I attempt to bite it, but he holds back, causing me to blush. He smirks, and proceeds to trace the tip of the strawberry along my lips. It feels heavenly.

Feeling my cheeks flush rosy red, and without looking away I give him a little show. I know, that was very, very uncharacteristic of me.

I lick the tip of the strawberry, tasting the silky, imported chocolate on my tongue. Leaning forward, I purse my lips around the bottom and wetly suck it into my mouth, before taking a delicate bite, causing the juices to moisten my lips, and spill along my chin.

His eyes glaze and flutter ever so briefly. His hand squeezes my thigh ever so gently. We’re silent for a moment.

“My,” he speaks in a low, wolfish, growl “such a hungry little thing.”

My nerves are screaming and my face feels like it’s on fire. “Maybe. The strawberry felt so good in my mouth,” I pause, “…’cause it was so sweet and sticky.” His eyes flare with menace and he smiles.

I want to bury my face in the pillows. This isn’t me. I mean, it isn’t, right?

His hand rubs along my thigh softly, and the other brushes along my jaw with a feather-light touch, directing me to look back at him.

He’s beautiful. He’s so strong and rugged. And gentle and tender too.He’s about to speak, but before he can, I’m filling his mouth with my tongue. 

We explode.

His arms wrap around me, as I climb on top of him for our embrace. We’re kissing each other like horny high-schoolers after our very first sip of wine.

I can’t stop. I don’t want to. I want this. I need this.

His hands roam my back. I find myself grinding down hard on his lap. I feel a rock-hard surprise for me.

Ash’s strong hands cradle my ass, as I lean back and begin to tug my top over my head. His lips never leave mine as we tumble about the couch. I lean back on my thighs, and he unbuttons his shirt, and then yanks his undershirt off.

Wow. Just wow.

He’s got muscle, that’s for sure, but he’s also solid. A real man. He makes me feel so feminine. I want to reach down and touch him, but I can’t find the courage. My head is swimming with heated thoughts.

He gently takes my hand in his, and I demurely bite my lip. He likes that.

Ash guides our hands along his chest. I can feel the caged power that is his body. His skin is soft, but his muscles are so hard. I think I gasp, but I’m not sure.

I want him. I want to devour him. I want him inside me, filling me. But, I can’t ask. I’m trapped by wracking shyness.

Suddenly, my knight in shining armour decides to rescue me.

“Do you like what you see, pretty girl?” he’s tender and kind, it’s arousing, like seeing a super-hot single dad playing with his kids in the park.

I nod once, still biting my lip. Normally, I would’ve made fun of girls who do this, but he seems to love it.

“Do you want to see what’s under my clothes?” he asks with a playful grin. I slowly nod, forcing myself to breathe. It’s hard, since I’m so charged.

Our fingers are still intertwined. His hands are calm. Mine are probably clammy and shaking. I’m grinding on his lap. I’m hoping he’ll get the idea. I’m silently begging for him to initiate.

“Pretty girl,” he begins, pausing for suspense, “…can we see what’s under your clothes?”

I whimper a yes, my face buried in his strong shoulder. I’m riding him so hard, and hearing those words sets off the fireworks in my mind.

I would’ve liked the first time that we played to be more romantic, probably more Hollywood-ish. I don’t 

know, I would’ve liked to have been all dolled up, with make-up and lingerie. Although, as a former tomboy, I’d probably have to go to eHow to figure out how to do all of that stuff.

But I don’t. I don’t need any of that. He’s hard and ready, and wants to play with me exactly as I am, right here, right now. Something about how accepting and how ready he is turns me on incredibly.

What happens next is a bit of a blur.

I’m still on top of him, but my hospital pants are bunched up over the handlebars of my exercise bike. I don’t know which one of us threw them over there.

I’m grinding like crazy, my face buried in his neck. It’s warm, and comforting, and smells like a man: faint traces of cologne, Ivory soap, and sweat. It drives me wild.

I don’t know when, but his pants are off. He’s wearing snug boxer briefs that showcase his strong thighs oh so very nicely. He’s rock hard, and the fabric around the end of his bulge is darkening. Then, they’re off.

I love cock, don’t get me wrong, but I love the feel of it. It’s warmth, and hardness. Feeling it against me, and knowing it wants to be in me. So good.

I’m riding him hard. When I realize that the only thing keeping our bare flesh from touching is the thin, soaked fabric of my panties, I bite my lip hard. I want to scream out, but that’s not me.

“Lean back for me?” he asks with reassuring patience.

I do as he commands.

With a kind look, he asks if he can take a closer look at my panties.

I don’t know why he asks, because he knows he can do anything he wants. But I love it. I love fulfilling his desires. I love how he asks.

I start to get up, but he tugs me back. Instead, he slides the wet fabric of my underwear to the side, revealing my aching little slit.

I’m nervous because I haven’t prepared, or shaved, or trimmed, or…

And all of that fades against the chorus that my blood is screaming. I don’t care. I just want him. Any way I can get him. Now.

With one hand grasping my ass, the other begins to tease at the slippery flesh between my legs. The way I’m sitting on him causes my dark hair to part, revealing the pink slit underneath...