Report, if you have a problem with this page“ You raise one eyebrow and regardme with another intense stare. “Start by stripping pleaseJenna.”I hear what you say and yet on some level I can’t quite process it.“Strip?” I ask, as though I don’t understand your demand.“Yes, strip. Take off all of your clothes. I want to see you naked. Now please.”I feel dazed, yet I let my jacket fall to the floor, and start work on my shirt buttons. Your eyes never leave me.I can feel them mining into me whilst I tackle the third button. Why is this so weird? You’re my husband afterall. You’ve seen me undress and naked countless times.Yet this is different. I am not just undressing, I am stripping. It’s not my decision; it’s at your command. You are not just Oliver now; you’re my Husband – some dominant entity now in charge. For some strange reason, I am finding it really hot! The look in your eyes is not just appreciative; it’s carnal. Waves begin to rise in my pool of desire. ”
Felicity Brandon
From : Friday's Lesson
