Claim.Sheryl

Holding Sheryl tightly against your masculine chest you claim her sweet mouth in a dominating kiss. Your tongue playing with hers as she yields and swoons to you manhandling her. Her eyes convey how grateful she is that you are keeping her for yourself instead of letting strangers watch. Exhibitionism is far from a fantasy of hers.

“You are eighteen and so free to make your own choices. I want you moved into the master bedroom by sundown. You are my woman now, understand?”

This makes Sheryl very happy. Her parents are very seriously Roman Catholic and sex before marriage is a major sin. Taking control and claiming her, immediately calmed her concerns.

The somewhat serious boyfriend Sheryl had before is a distant forgotten memory. She had a man now and a man she has wanted for as long as she could remember. Confusion simply had colored and halted any clever plans she may have formed in the past to make the first move. Then that immature child she had been dating distracted her.

As you commanded, Sheryl is in your bed before you go to bed. You wonder how she got past without your normally perceptive daughter noticing.

An apologetic concern colors Sheryl’s expression when you slid up behind tenderly spooning with her in bed. “Ssshhh” you silence her worries again with a passionate and firm kiss. Massaging the undersides of her breasts she whimpers with frustration and moans lustfully.

“I don’t have any pajamas. Momma kept a lot of the stuff I wanted to leave with… I think she is suspicious but she thinks I am running away from home or something.”