It was on our way home from a dinner party where we had seen Sharon and her husband that I first thought of asking Sharon to dominate me.
We had worked together years before, sharing a small office when both of us were single. I was dating around but she was engaged, so we never got together after work -- but in the close quarters we shared, she and I would talk about our relationships. Her fiancee was a bit timid sexually, she told me. For her part, Sharon was much more adventurous -- she had been a dancer once; she had had encounters with other women.
Driving home from dinner, I was aching for sex and lamenting that my wife didnt feel comfortable in helping me live out my fantasy of being dominated. When I thought of asking Sharon, I immediately felt it in the pit of my stomach -- a longing for her, images flashing through my imagination. I decided to call her that week.
We got together for lunch, as we had many times before. I was nervous, never having asked anyone but my wife to fulfil my fantasy. Id written her a note to ask her; when we finished eating, I took it from my pocket.
"Sharon," I said, "I have something that I wrote for you to read, asking you a question. Please read it, and when youre done, just slide it back across the table to me; you can answer my question later if youd like."
I handed her my note, which read: "Sharon -- I dont know how to speak these words to you, so Im writing them down. I have a fantasy of being dominated by a sexually powerful woman, and my wife wont go there with me. Would you?"
Sharon read the note quickly with her eyebrows raised. I thought about her timid husband and wondered if she ever got a chance to live as sexually as she wanted to with him.
She folded my note in half, looked me in the eye and said "Well, Mr. Martin! Who knew? Ill be keeping your note, of course -- Ive never received one quite like it! And no, I wont answer your question right now. Sure have enjoyed lunch, though! Im sure you ... Læs hele novellen
