The Submissive and Romantic MILF

Independence Was Key

Once upon a time, I was the submissive and romantic MILF. I had it all. The family of my dreams was in my control in all of the best ways. My children had everything they could dream of, including the undevoted love of their parents. Steve, my husband, absolutely adored me and showered me with everything that made me happy. With the career of my dreams, I consider myself very independent. I ran everything in my world, and I needed it that way. The reason I needed so much control and independence was not pleasant. My childhood was rampant with trauma, but not all of the effects were negative. Through therapy, I created not only a suitable but rather an amazing life for myself.

You might be wondering how I consider myself submissive while being so independent. Trust me, I am the submissive and romantic MILF. Steve absolutely controls everything in our love, and that is also because I command it. Not many people realize that usually the woman has the power over the sexual dynamic. If I desire to be owned, then own me, he will. After a long day at the office, and cougar cums home to horny Harry (Steve), my independence doesn’t just disappear. Even though I’m feeling romantic, sultry, and submissive, I’m still always in control.

The Submissive and Romantic MILF

The way Steve would gaze at me so longingly could drop my panties. When I would hear him pull into the driveway, my heart would patter, and my mouth would water. Ever since I caught his glance at a small music venue the first night we met, I knew I would make him own me. He never took his eyes off of me as he casually bumped into me like it was an accident. We both knew differently. After fumbling introductions over the blaring music, he asked me to dance. When he took my hand into his, I felt the electricity immediately. Once in the crowd, his fingertips brushed lightly over my bare arm, and I felt the slickness between my thighs. The submissive and romantic MILF was in the making.

In that very moment, I knew I would become his horny and submissive housewife. For a moment, I felt like I had no control, and the fear was imminent. In that same moment, I also vowed to myself that I would never be the “housewife” and I would always keep my sacred independence. After the promise to myself, I let him have the illusion of owning me. It was absolutely exhilarating. Eventually, I would be the submissive and romantic MILF. The way he pulled me tight on that dance floor made me crave being bred by him. I could feel his manhood grow against the small of my back as he held me tight against him while we pretended to adore the band.

Closing the Deal

As I grinded myself against him, it was as if we were the only two people on earth. As he breathed lightly into my ear, it was as if a butterfly was fluttering its wings. When his lips brushed against my neck, it sent my whole body into a shudder that sent shivers down my spine. I was twenty-six when we met, and I was no virgin, but everything felt brand new with him. He was the one who was going to turn me into the submissive and romantic MILF that I knew I always wanted to be.

Finally, when all was over, and he walked me to my car, his lips touched mine. I knew from that moment on, we owned each other, and our souls would forever be intertwined. Our bodies twisted as our hands roamed each other as much as hands can when clothes are in the way. My roommate was gone for the night, so I told him to follow me to my place. Once we were alone, we ravaged each other for the next two days. The outside world didn’t exist while we bonded our bodies, minds, and souls. Steve owned me, as I did him, from that night forward. Nine months later, I gave birth to our little boy and girl.

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