*I decided to share some of my own experiences because I figured it would be a fun way to work on my writing skill. I’m open to constructive criticism, but please leave any negative energy at the door.*
This story happened after I graduated college and made me aware of my more dominant side. For reference, I’m kind of short (5’1″), white/tan with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. What I lack in height I more than make up for curves. Sure, I often wish I could be thinner because of all the cute clothing, but having big boobs has its benefits too.
Anyways, I was with my friends at a bar, and I kept making eye contact with this cute guy a few tables over. For the sake of anonymity let’s call him Kevin. Now, Kevin was just my type — tall, thin, and kind of shy. Up until then I had been with mostly dominant guys because it was easier, but I have since learned which men are a better fit for me.