***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are always starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
I sat in a chair next to her, catching my breath. From the side, I could see the curve in her back dip under the bar that I had placed there previously. Her larger than proportionate ass creating a rounded curve that leveled out down her legs. She was facing me, watching me watch her. In public, this wouldn’t be appropriate. You can’t directly stare at the curves of a woman’s body without coming off as creepy. But here, that’s all there was to do.