He reminds me of the men who grace the walls of stores where my daughter shops. Men with rippling abs and sinewy ropes of muscles. Men intended for younger women.
I never expected him to notice me. Imagine my surprise when he cornered me in the locker room, pressed his incredible body against mine, and forced me to acknowledge a desire more powerful than anything I'd experienced before.
Now that he has introduced me to the pleasures of being dominated, he wants to possess me completely. But how can I risk my heart when I know his affection will never last?
