My Female-Led Relationship

Man, there is nothing that beats breathing in the crisp, cold air of an early November morning in the wonderful city of Chicago thought Mark Pace as he entered his work station at a Fortune 500 consulting firm. Mark couldn't help but notice how similar he seemed with all of the other young associates. Like most, he was a standard 25 year old white male. Standing 5'7, about 170 pounds with light brown hair, he was cleanly shaven and loved wearing suits to work. Having graduated from Loyola of Chicago, Mark was seen as a fast riser with the company and someone that the partners of his firm were closely monitoring.

Besides the quick success, perhaps the most satisfying part of Mark's job was getting to work with Sara Jensen. Sara was a corporate bombshell that had started with the firm over the Spring and was already creating a name for herself. At 26 years old, Sara had graduated from Northwestern and was working at a rival firm before being poached by a corporate head hunter. At 5'4 and weighing a little over 120 pounds, Sara had beautiful, shoulder length, auburn hair, perky c-cup breasts and a cute butt that always left men like Mark drooling.

Mark couldn't help falling head over heels for Sara. The ways her tight body filled out her business suits, her sweet voice commanded a room and her overall demeanor all left Mark infatuated. After working together for only a couple of months Mark knew he had to make his move. Over the Fourth of July weekend he asked her to Grant Park to watch fireworks and under the beautiful show they shared their first kiss.

After a few wonderful months of dating things couldn't be going better. First off, the sex was great. Mark loved the feeling of her soft, subtle, lips kissing the tip of his cock. And her pussy was always seemingly tight and wet, ready for him to use. Plus, both seemed equally adventurous. Willing to push their boundaries to discover new horizons.

But outside of sex, things just seemed to be going great for Mark. Sara was quickly becoming his best friend and they were always finding new things to do in the city. Sure they had their typical disagreements. Irish bars or trendy clubs, action movies or romantic comedies and perhaps their biggest argument, White Sox or Cubs. As his family came from south Chicago he just couldn't understand how this beauty could cheer for the dreaded Cubs. Didn't she know that they didn't win a World Series in over 100 years and when they finally broke their curse they had to buy all their players? But overall, Mark couldn't be happier. In just the past month the young couple decided to move in to Mark's flat together and a new senior associate position just opened up at the firm.

Unsurprisingly to all, Mark was seen as the likely candidate to emerge from tomorrow's interviews with the position.