In praise of male domination

A panting Fawn crawled from the couch, then worldessly walked into Gunnar's bathroom and grabbed a shower, while Gunnar deicded to get several paper towels and some soapy water to clean his couch back up. He turned as Fawn reappeared, leaning naked against a wall and looking a bit knock-kneed. Her hair was wild and there was a serene starry-eyed euphoria in her eyes and smile.

"I really do consider myself a feminist," she hedged shyly, "but still ... when you took command of me like that, when you just grabbed me and used me as a mere servant of your gigantic monster cock ... oh my God, that was so fucking exciting! I never dreamed I could climax so much! I thought I was going to die, but I didn't care either."

"What are you going to tell Dr. King?"

"Are you kidding? Nothing! I'll just say that, uh ... " She giggled. " ... you show every indication of being able to handle your sexual orientation all by yourself! Mmm ... when I tell my sister size freaks about you, you are going to be knee-deep in pussy -- which for YOU is the same thing as being cockhead-deep!" She stepped closer. "Of course, I hope you don't my checking up on you on my own time ... !"

"I look forward to that."

She blushed at the prospect of having to get dressed with no underwear, stuffing the shreads of her bra and panties into her purse, but after turning and giving Gunnar a big wink, that was how she left.