Scott's Dominant Fantasy
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Authors: Jennifer Campbell
Excessica Publishing
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Copyright ©2012 by Jennifer Campbell
First published in 2012, 2012
Scott's Dominant Fantasy
(C) October 2011 by Jennifer Campbell
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One of the things I love about being an erotic writer is talking with fans of my books about their fantasies. To me it is exciting, but it also stimulates my mind to think of new ideas as sexually we are all a little different. A good example is this book which would likely not have been written had it not been for an email conversation I had with a fan of my writing. Scott and I talked about men's dominant fantasies and how you would go about presenting them to a prospective female partner. Somehow we came to the conclusion an ex-lover working with him was a quite unique situation which might be the ideal situation for a man to present dominant sexual fantasies to a woman. Now this sparked an idea in me, an idea quite different from the fantasies we discussed, which is the product of my kinky imagination not Scott's fantasies. However, it makes for an interesting story and as always, I hope you enjoy.
More and more recently I've been experiencing sexual fantasies which revolve around being dominant over a woman, but I find I don't have whatever is needed to act upon them. Sometimes when I surf the web I look at pictures of submissive women. Naked and often bound, they take men's cocks in the tight holes and their expressive eyes and faces speak of how much it thrills them. I look at those flawlessly pretty, submissive faces and they excite me to the point of erection.
The strange thing is I really don't know how to go about achieving dominance over a woman and so I've never tried it in real life. I mean how does one approach a woman with the goal of making her serve you sexually? While our society doesn't outright ban these dominant/submissive relationships it does seem to look down on them as behavior not considered normal. Maybe the stigma frightens me. I'm not sure. I've always wondered what sort of self-confidence or courage it takes to simply walk up to a desirable woman and asks her if she wants to get tied up and left helpless to resist me. I couldn't do it, but apparently some men do?
See I'm just a regular guy who's never been married and I'm pretty sure I understand how women see me. My experience makes me suspect I'm the safe, mildly cute, teddy bear type who is fun to hug and cuddled with, but easy to put off if you don't want to have sex. I'm the guy your mother wants you to marry, but you want someone more exciting.
I've had a few good relationships with women over the years which did include some good sex, at least I thought it was good sex, but I've never had mind-blowing sex like the kind of kinky sex I fantasize about.
In my lifetime, I've also noticed how women see some other men differently. Some guys seem to ooze confidence, good looks, and when they ask women act. As a guy, I find most of them annoying, like pushy Alpha-types, but I've seen women respond to a mere look from these guys. When I try to emulate them, I feel like an asshole and women either don't notice me or they laugh. So my question is, what subtle difference do these guys have which I clearly don't? Mostly it's a rhetorical question, one I ponder, but I would love to know what the x-factor is.
Oh boy . . . ahh . . . well maybe I need to stop thinking about this right now.
You see, I've just noticed I have an erection and sitting here at my desk in my office with the glass front wall it's not the best situation. What I'd really like to do is go somewhere and jerk off, but it's not practical right now.
Anyways, my name is Scott Gammons and I'm the managing senior accountant of the Boston office of Benson & Forbes Accounting. I'm not trying to brag, but I sorta run this office, well . . . I do when the big boss, Ned Forbes, is in New York which he is most of the time.
Just to be sure my stiff cock isn't obvious, I get up from my chair and face the solid back wall to check to see it's well-disguised. Suddenly as I'm checking my office door opens.
"Mr. Gammons, here's my report on the Hannaford figures. The analysis seems to indicate of their cash flow issues revolve around too-heavy buying habits. Oh, I'm sorry, were you busy?” April Menendez stops suddenly, sensing something isn't quite right, just before she gets to my desk to hand me her report.
Of course my heart stops too. Has something given me away? Did she see me before I stood up? I take a deep breath to calm my anxiety and turn around. “No, not at all, April, you just startled me. I was thinking about something so I didn't hear you enter.” I sit down and reach out my hand out to encourage April to hand me her report. I breathe a sigh of relief when she places it in my hand and I think all is well.
However as soon as I look up at her face again and see those laughing, always bright, brown eyes, I know she suspects something. I know her well enough to know that look is part-mischievous and part-naughty and I now strongly suspect she does know of my engorged state.
Now of course you wonder how I know this about April. Simple; because this gorgeous, Latina beauty and I were once a couple until one strange and confusing weekend abruptly ended our relationship over two years ago. The truth is I am still confused and unsure about what actually happened on that fateful weekend.
All I remember are a few vague and somewhat innocent details which don't seem to add up to a reason for April to dump me, but dump me she did with haste and a singular unwillingness to discuss what happened. I remember spending most of the day on Saturday with her and having her ask me that afternoon to spend the night. Thinking I'd gotten lucky and she was in the mood for sex, I was disappointed when there was a phone call in the early evening from her mother telling her a close family friend had died and could she come to her parent's house for a while. Now their home wasn't far away, but April thought it would be awkward for me to come, yet she didn't seem to want to cancel our plans for the evening so she told me to stay at her place until she got back in a few hours.
Now this is where things get muddled for me. I don't know why, but the next thing I remember is April was back and we were screaming at each other, she was crying and we exchanged harsh words between us until she threw me out of her place. I tried calling her all day on Sunday, but she never answered and Monday morning at work I tried to talk to her about it, but she refused to even speak of it. The bottom line was I felt heartbroken and I was worried because there seemed to be a gap in my memory which left me with no memory of what I'd done while she was gone. I was afraid because whatever had happened was likely the cause for her anger when she returned. Yet to this day I've never been able to reconstruct what really happened on that Saturday night.
As I look at her now I wonder if she's about to leave, but part of me doesn't want her to. She tosses back her long raven hair and looks me over a moment before giggling which makes her doe-like brown eyes sparkle. Her girlish giggle reminds me of how desperately I miss her and how easily she can sound closer to a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl than the twenty-seven year old professional accountant she is.
"Is something's funny, Miss Menendez? If so can you let me in on the joke?” Since the breakup and even more so after I was promoted to her boss, I've taken to addressing her formally, but it doesn't change my burning desire to be close to her.
April's reaction to my question seems odd to me as she averts her eyes to the floor as if embarrassed. “No . . . I guess not, but for a minute I was sure . . . oh never mind, Scott. I apologize it was totally unprofessional of me to giggle at you.” Her eyes continue to look at be for a moment before she lowers them to the floor.
"No harm done, but perhaps we should talk. Clear the air so to speak. Would you close the door?” Beyond wanting to know if she suspects my aroused condition, I'm still forever hoping I can get some new glimmer of understanding as to why I'm no longer her lover.
April does as I say, despite giving the impression she might rather leave than stay and talk. Once the door is closed she turns and looks at me with her brown eyes almost pleading with me and I wonder if she's afraid of me for some reason?
"I'm really sorry, Scott. I've tried to be truly professional with you since our breakup and your promotion, but sometimes I get silly. It's just that . . . when I came in . . .” April's explanation trails off.
"Yes, when you came in . . .” I prompt her because I want her to complete her sentence.
She looks at me nervously and she fidgets. “Well . . . as soon as I looked at you, I sorta knew. You must have been fantasizing about something because you were . . . aroused.” April hesitates and decides to be delicate in describing my condition.
I'm not shocked to hear her confirm she knew, but the knowledge does make me feel even more aroused. It takes me a moment to decide where to go from here. “Are you upset? Have I crossed a line?” I'm her boss now, so this situation takes on all the connotations of sexual harassment.
"No . . . I'm okay.” She stops and I think this is headed for April's quick departure from my office.
"Can I ask? What were you thinking about? Was it . . .” Again April can't finish her sentence, but I was relatively sure I knew where she was going with this.
"You mean was I thinking about you?” Now I paused, barely believing we were having this conversation and wondered what to say. I find myself thinking more of what she wants to hear me say than the truth for I wonder if she wants to think I'm still fantasizing about her after all this time. Should I lie?
"No, I wasn't specifically thinking about you, but I do think of you a lot since we broke up. This time was just fantasizing about sex, well a certain kind of sex.” I felt stupid, like I'd handled it all wrong and I should have said yes I was thinking about her. It never crossed my mind April would take the conversation in a whole new direction.
"Oh ya, so it's not a new girlfriend. So what are you into, Scott, are you getting kinky?” Incredibly, April seemed curious as if the details of my sex life were still important to her.
Oh crap. I can't tell her what I was thinking. She'll freak out and think I'm some pervert.
Back when we were together, our sex had been simple and very vanilla so I assumed April would not understand and perhaps be offended by my fantasies. Beyond that, my mind went instantly back to my feeling I'd never truly satisfied her when we were lovers.
"Well, has the cat got your tongue, or do you have a kinky, new girlfriend and you don't want to tell me?” April giggled after her supposition making me think she thought it unlikely I had a girlfriend.
"Ahhh . . . well, no new girlfriend, but what I was thinking is sorta kinky. Maybe we shouldn't talk about it.” This was my attempt to extract myself for the situation.