A woman’s work is never done

You eyed up Richard hungrily as he slowly slipped out of his clothes. Although his body was like an Adonis, his demeanor was that of a startled turtle. He fumbled taking off his shirt, and couldn’t help but repeatedly apologize. You realized that if this was going to be pleasurable to either of you, you were going to have to step-in and start working your feminine charm.

You sat up on your knees as Richard finally freed himself from his shirt. As he reached down to undo his pants, you gently placed your hand on his forearm.

“Richard,” you softly said, “calm down. What’s the rush?”

“I-I’m sorry.” Richard stammered out.

“Richie, theirs nothing to be sorry about. Come here take a seat.”

Richard sat down on the edge of the bed right next to you. You moved your hand from his forearm to his knee and began to rub it reassuringly.

“Richie, what’s the matter?”

“Well… I guess I’m just nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah. It’s just, well, this is my first time and I’m worried I might screw it up. I mean, what woman wants some idiot virgin like me?”

“Look at you Richie, any woman would be more than happy to have you!”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Now come on, why don’t you slip out of those pants and give this filthy little whore the good ravishing she desperately needs.” You said, as you reclined back onto the bed, staring submissively into Richard’s eyes.