The Beginning

Grace stared at the white porcelain of the tub. Her face started to sink below the water line, bounce back and pressed her face against the cold surface. Her thoughts were calm and his words were playing in her mind displaying vivid and disturbing images. She had read BDSM erotica before but never with a woman in the dominant role. This was all new to her and the writer was a fixation in her mind.

Paul's words were pieced effortlessly and the pictures he painted in Grace's mind were priceless. Her hand snaked in the luke warm water between her legs. She felt shy to be touching herself and thinking about a complete stranger but this was not the first time. However, this was a first coming from a writer of this caliber. She positioned herself as the dominant female spitting harsh and degrading words towards Paul. There was a mix of guilt and heightened pleasure as her clit was hard and pulsing at her fingertips. Could she spit in a man's face? Could she choke a man? Could she inflict what appeared to be cruel pain on a man? The questions alone caused her fingertips to press and rub harder. It was all embedded in her conscious now and the obvious arousal from the mere thoughts answered her questions. As she pondered more of Paul's post about this nasty woman treating him like shit and yet he was could not get enough of her, Grace came hard splashing water, gripping the side of the tub and panting.

Republished with permission from Dark Gracie. Photo courtesy of Divine Bitches.