Author: anextraone94

A Housewife, queen of the neighborhood – Part 2 – [F/M, F/F, Femdom]

Outside, the sun of midday shines upon her, and she smiles back, feeling the pleasant warmth on her skin. Her heels click against the pavement, as she walks towards Charles’ house, a few minutes of distance from there.
Soon enough, she stops before it and rings the bell. The door opens a few seconds later, and a man greets her with a wide smile and adoring eyes. He is on the short side, 5’7, and her heels emphasize the height difference even more. Emilia always enjoyed the attention of short kings, towering over them made her feel regal and powerful. Charles’ dirt blond hair is neatly combed, matching the casual elegance of his white shirt and jeans.

Emilia stepped in. “Hello Charles. How are you doing today?” She says. “All good, Miss, but now it’s even better” he responds, welcoming her in with a little bow, and making way for her. Emilia slowly walked forward, to reach the dining room, feeling his gaze on her backside. “So, what do you have for me today?” Read more »

A Housewife, queen of the neighborhood – Part 1 – [F/M, F/F, Ages 20s-40s, Femdom]

After a long, delightful stretch, Emilia steps onto the grass of her backyard and slowly walked forward. Wearing only a red bikini, her incredible beauty is plain to see, and her wide smile makes sure that everyone knows how aware of it she is. She slowly lays down on her sunbed, her six foot body just barely fitting in it. The sun rays warm up her perfect skin, from head to toe, while her long hair flow down the edge of the bed. She lets her mid relax, enjoying the wonderful sensation of complete relaxation. No noise in range of her ears, except the gentle sound of wind blowing through the trees.

Half an hour later, a distraction arises. Her plump red lips wrinkle for a moment, as her penetrating gray eyes open to explore the environment and find the disturbance. It does not take her long to spot the cause: The new neighbor moving in with boxes in his arms and bags swinging from his hands. She sighs, resigned, but she keeps an eye on the newcomer with the corner of her eyes. He is quite a cute boy: He is young, probably mid twenties, she would not be surprised they had a decade of difference; tall and skinny, but with beautiful black hair and an athletic body that his t-shirt and cargo pants do little to hide. Read more »