Hi babe,
Hope your meeting’s going well this morning. I slipped this note in your purse before you headed out because I wanted to talk about last night.
You see, there are times when you do things to me that are beyond my control. I know you fell in love with me in part because I’m the unassuming “good guy” that you discovered after all those other guys who ended up mistreating you. You’re a strong willed woman. I love that about you, even if I do find it a bit intimidating. And when I hear you on the phone giving orders or chewing out one of your subordinates who got out of line, I can’t help but feel this rush of attraction. It’s this thing that I’ve always had for the “girl boss.” Sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough to keep up with you. I do just fine for myself. But I’m not super human, like you are.
So this partially explains my behavior last night. That plus the robe you were wearing. That short one that stops above your knees. You see, it was right about that time when we were relaxing on the couch, and you went over to the desk where you keep your laptop to type up an email. A short one, because you didn’t bother to sit down. You bent over. No panties. And I got a full view of those dangling pussy lips of yours, nestled between those tight ass cheeks. When I see that, I undergo a transformation. From a prince to a beast.
It’s at this point, right as I walk up behind you ready to pounce, that the power dynamic shifts. No longer are you the boss. No longer are you the one in control. Because I’m going to stretch your pussy walls to their limit with my fat, throbbing cock whether you like it or not. That gasp upon initial penetration? That’s the moment you realize that in the end, I’m always the dominant one. You’re always at my mercy, and I reserve the right to exercise my male privilege of entering my lover as I please. And that I have the power to change your body and your whole life forever by pumping you full of the substance that turns you into a mother. Perhaps you’d rue this state of affairs if you didn’t enjoy the sensation so fucking much.
I know that after a day of being the boss, you secretly love to be forced into submission. You’ve got a feminine side too, you know. You hide it because you find it a weakness, but I know better.
So please excuse me for the soreness you’re feeling between your legs as you conduct this morning’s board meeting (that white blouse, gray pencil skirt and black stiletto pumps look always drives me wild, you know). I did ravage you rather suddenly, and you were too caught up with work to get properly wet in preparation, which I’m sure can hurt like hell given I’m thicker than both of your dildos. Just know the next time you come home thinking you’re still the one in charge, I’ve got news for you.
Love you, babe.
-B
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tcaajs/the_power_dynamic