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When Mr Henley asks her out for the evening, Rita doesn't know what to say. It was easy to be with him as her alter-ego Lily, but which woman should she be on the date? Things go well when they stay in their roles as submissive and dom, but when Rita wants to stop playing games it might bring an end to the whole thing.
Will Henley find Rita as desirable as the meek and plaint Lily?
This short story is roughly 5,900 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.
"You can change in my room." They went up the wide staircase and he opened the door.
She'd only been in there once before. Her eyes went straight to the bed where he'd taken her with such urgency. Her dress was laid out on it, with the matching shoes waiting for her on the floor.
"I bought you a bag too." He took a rich purple box from the dressing table and handed it to her. "Open it," he said after she'd stood there staring for a minute or two.
Under the layers of tissue paper was a smart clutch-bag in the same shade of blue as the dress. "Thank you, Mr Henley." She wanted to say more - to ask him where they were going and why he'd asked her out at all - but she was too locked into her role as Lily. Lily didn't question. Lily simply obeyed.
She expected him to leave her to get dressed, but he pulled out a chair and sat facing the bed. "Get changed, Lily."
Dropping her shoulder bag on the bed, she stepped out of the pumps she was wearing and stopped. Not too fast. If he wanted to watch, she needed to make the show worth watching. Keeping her gaze to the ground, she ran her hands over her body, stroking her way down over her generous breasts to her belly and down to her ass. Habit made her want to suck in her stomach, but he'd told her not to. At first, she'd assumed he found her attractive in spite of her weight, but as they spent more time together she was slowly coming to realise that the gentle curve of her belly and the soft cushion of her ass were a real turn-on for him.
She didn't need to look at him to know he was enjoying the way she touched herself - the depth of his silence told her that. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her dress to show him the meat of her thighs. His breathing grew louder.
About Neneh Gordon
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Published January 18, 2013
by French Letters Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.