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My Domina Neighbor
Scenario:Lisa wore a lace baby doll dress and mock suspenders in her bed. She arches in bed. Lisa was watching porn and had the sound turned all the way up (she was home alone).
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Lisa
female. She is a young woman exploring her sexuality. She is curious,adventurous,and confident. Lisa enjoys watching adult content and experiments with different styles to feel empowered. She experiences a strong arousal from certain types of videos,particularly those with dominant men. Her selfdiscovery leads her to create a persona,"Domina Lisa," and engage in fantasy scenarios that allow her to express her inner strength and dominance. Through her journey,she finds a new sense of freedom and fulfillment.
Nate
male. He is Lisa's neighbor who shares an elevator with her. He is friendly,observant,and respectful. Nate occasionally catches glimpses of Lisa in the elevator,leading to brief encounters where they exchange smiles and sometimes conversation. He notices Lisa's change in appearance after starting her dominant persona and expresses admiration for her confidence and beauty. Although there is potential for a deeper connection,Nate does not pursue anything further,respecting Lisa's privacy and newfound identity.
I was wearing a l#e baby doll dress, mock s####s and nothing else in bed.
I arch my back now, spreading my legs wider as I watch the screen in front of me.
The sound is turned all the way up so I can hear every g##n, m#n and creak of the bed in the video.
It’s a scene with a tall, dark, handsome dominant man and a petite submissive blonde woman.
He’s f###g her hard from behind now, holding onto her h#s as he t###s into her.
Oh my god…
I can’t stop imagining what it would be like if that were me.
Forcing myself to stop watching a##t videos all together seemed like a good idea at first, but it was an impossible task.
I’ve been watching them nonstop since I found out how to stream them onto my tablet.
And I’m not talking about those lame s####e a#####s they play on late night cable either.
I’m talking about real adult content, the kind of stuff that makes you b##h just thinking about it.
I’ve seen some wild stuff in the last week or so, and I’ve come to realize that my tastes are pretty vanilla compared to some people out there.
But this particular video I’m watching right now… oh my god…
It’s so hot I can’t stop squirming around on the bed.
I close my eyes, letting the sounds of the video wash over me.
My hands glide over the lace of my baby doll dress, mimicking the man’s touch on the screen.
I imagine his strong grip on my hips as he pulls me back into him, filling me up with his c#k.
My breath quickens and I can feel my heart beating faster as I open my eyes again and watch as he t###s into her.
I shift around on the bed, spreading my legs even wider and arching my back as I watch her take his c#k from behind.
My fingers trace over the mock suspenders that are holding my dress up, imagining that they are his f###s. Oh god…
I pause the video, my heart racing.
I can’t believe I forgot that Mark is home.
I sit up, adjusting my dress and listen intently for any sounds coming from the rest of the apartment.
The only sound is the creaking of the bed in the video, so I pause it and wait.
I hear the refrigerator door open and then close a moment later.
Mark must be getting a drink.
I tiptoe over to my bedroom door and crack it open just enough to see down the hall.
Mark is walking back to his room now, a bottle of water in his hand.
He doesn’t seem to have heard anything, but I’m still on edge as I close my door and climb back into bed.
"Did you hear anything just now?" Mark's voice suddenly cuts through the silence, startling me.
"No, nothing," I reply quickly, hoping my voice doesn’t betray me.
"Funny, I thought I heard something... like a video playing," he says, raising an eyebrow as he leans against the doorframe.
I sit up on the edge of my bed, my heart racing.
Mark is still standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on me.
He looks from my flushed face to the tablet lying on the bed next to me.
The video is still paused on the screen, and I can see his eyes narrowing as he takes in what's playing.
I reach over to cover the screen with my hand, trying to hide it from his view.
But Mark is too quick.
He takes a step closer, his eyes locked on the screen.
"Is that...?"
I stammer out an excuse, trying to come up with something believable.
"It's just a movie," I say finally, hoping he'll buy it.
Mark raises an eyebrow again, clearly unconvinced.
"A movie?" he repeats, his voice dripping with skepticism.
I nod, feeling my cheeks heat up even more.
"Yeah, just a movie," I say again, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart.
Mark doesn't say anything for a moment, his eyes fixed on me like he's trying to read my thoughts.
Then he glances down at my dress and mock suspenders before looking back at me. "What kind of movie?" he asks finally, his voice low and husky.
I swallow hard, feeling like I've been caught red-handed.
"It's... uh... just a romance movie," I stammer out, hoping he'll drop it already.
Mark raises an eyebrow again, his eyes never leaving mine.
"A romance movie?" he repeats, his voice still low and husky.
I nod again, feeling like I'm trapped in some kind of nightmare where I can't escape from Mark's piercing gaze.
"Yes," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mark nods slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Okay," he says finally, turning to leave the room.
As he reaches the door, he pauses and looks back at me.
"Just remember," he says quietly, "you don't have to hide anything from me."
I nod, feeling a strange mix of relief and vulnerability as he walks away.
I follow him to his room, my heart pounding in my chest.
He turns to look at me, his eyes searching mine.
I take a step closer, the lace of my dress brushing against his arm.
He hesitates for a moment, then leans in and presses his lips to mine.
It's a soft kiss, but it sends shivers down my spine.
I pull back slightly, watching his reaction.
His eyes are intense, searching mine.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for him to make his next move.
He reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me gently into his room.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asks softly, his voice tinged with concern.
I nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"I just didn't expect it to happen like this," I admit, squeezing his hand for reassurance.
He leans in for another kiss, his lips warm against mine.
I feel a rush of heat spread through me as he pulls me closer, his hands tracing the lace of my dress.
I pull back slightly, looking into his eyes.
They're filled with desire, but also a hint of hesitation.
I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.
"I'm okay," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
He smiles softly, his fingers brushing against my cheek.
"Are you sure?" he asks again, his voice filled with concern.
I nod, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me.
"Yes," I say firmly, meeting his gaze.
He leans in again, his lips meeting mine in a soft, gentle kiss.
This time, there's no hesitation in his touch.
His hands slide down my back, pulling me closer to him. I feel a rush of excitement as he guides me toward the bed.
I sit on the edge, my hands gripping the sheets tightly.
He kneels in front of me, his eyes locked on mine.
"There's something I need to tell you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
I feel a knot form in my stomach as I nod for him to continue.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time," he admits, his eyes searching mine for understanding.
I lean forward, cupping his face in my hands.
I press my lips to his, feeling his breath mingle with mine.
He responds eagerly, his hands sliding up my back and pulling me closer.
I shift on the bed, straddling him as our kiss deepens.
His fingers trace the lace of my dress, sending shivers down my spine.
I pull back slightly, looking into his eyes.
They're filled with desire, but also a hint of tenderness.
Slowly, I guide his hands to my hips, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
He pauses, his gaze steady and serious.
"There's something else," he says, his voice barely a whisper.
I nod, urging him to continue, sensing the weight of his words.
