The Slutty Submissive Wife ❤️

[Jo****]

John, a university student with a quiet intensity, was notoriously bad with directions. He was supposed to be at Mark's house down the street for a study session, but a misread house number in the fading twilight landed him on the porch of a house he’d never seen before. He rang the doorbell, mentally rehearsing his apology for being late.⛓️⛓️⛓️

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The door was opened by a woman who radiated a confident sensuality that momentarily stole John's breath. She had tousled auburn hair, eyes that seemed to hold a secret amusement, and wore a silk robe that hinted at the curves beneath. "Yes?" she asked, her voice a husky purr.

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"Uh, hi," John stammered, suddenly feeling acutely aware of his own awkwardness. "I'm so sorry. I think I have the wrong house. I'm looking for Mark's. He said number 14?"

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The woman chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "You're a bit off. Mark's is two houses down. You're at number 18." She leaned against the doorframe, her gaze lingering on him. "But since you're here, and you look absolutely lost, why don't you come in for a moment? I just made some tea."

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John hesitated. He knew he should just apologize again and leave. But there was something undeniably magnetic about her. "Well, I don't want to intrude…"


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"Nonsense," she said, stepping back and gesturing him inside. "The name's Eleanor. And you are…?"

"John." He stepped into the foyer, which was dimly lit and smelled faintly of sandalwood and something else… something intoxicating.

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Eleanor led him to a lavishly decorated living room. "So, John," she said, handing him a delicate porcelain cup of tea. "What brings you to Mark's?"

He explained about the study session, feeling increasingly flustered under her gaze. As he spoke, he noticed a playful glint in her eyes, a subtle challenge in her posture. There was an unspoken energy between them, a sense of her testing him, observing his reactions.

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The conversation flowed easily, surprisingly so. They talked about everything and nothing, John finding himself drawn to her intelligence and her willingness to challenge his views. She was direct, unafraid, and possessed an undeniable allure. He found himself confiding in her about his frustrations with his studies, his hidden ambitions, and a certain… longing he couldn't quite articulate.

As he stood to leave, after losing track of time, Eleanor placed a hand on his arm, her touch sending a jolt through him. "It was lovely meeting you, John. Perhaps you'll get lost again sometime." Her smile was knowing, almost conspiratorial.

John, caught completely off guard, simply nodded, his heart pounding. He left the house feeling utterly disoriented, the scent of her perfume clinging to his clothes. He knew he should just forget about it, chalk it up to a strange encounter. But the memory of Eleanor's eyes, the weight of her hand on his arm, lingered like a brand. He had a feeling this wasn't the last he'd see of her.

To be Continued...⛓️⛓️⛓️

[spindoggy1269]

I love it already

[Jo****]

21 minutes ago, spindoggy1269 said:

I love it already

Thank you ❤️

[be****]

Oh this is getting very spicy…very quick. Great writing!

[Jo****]

23 minutes ago, bearded_heathen said:

Oh this is getting very spicy…very quick. Great writing!

Thank you ❤️

[wa****]

Sounds like it was just getting interesting

[Jo****]

4 hours ago, watervliet231623 said:

Sounds like it was just getting interesting

Thank you ❤️

[wa****]

1 minute ago, JohnnyDomG said:

Thank you ❤️

Thanks buddy