Our story begins way back in the mid-1980s, when we were dating, and decided to buy our first house together. Angela and I had been dating for around two years by this point and were both very happy together and planned to marry in a few years. Like many, back then, we decided to get on the property ladder first and made a bid for this lovely little Victorian terraced house in East London. It was close to both our jobs and close to family as well, and it only needed some minor TLC to bring it up to standard. 

Our sex life was always good and as we were both young and fit (She was twenty and I was twenty-two). We were, shall we say, energetic and frequent, sexually. Angela was a very petite and beautiful girl. 5’2” tall and very slight in build with very small but pert A-cup breasts. Her tummy had always been toned and flat since we met due to her sporting pursuits. Her energetic lifestyle always kept her weight at around seven-and-a-half stone.

Her toned legs and tight little bum drew admiring glances from men, often, especially when she wore tight jeans or shorts with high heels. She had gorgeous green eyes and short, jet-black hair styled in a typical eighties, boyish look which was very much "in" at the time, and it suited her face perfectly. What she lacked-or felt she lacked-in the breast area she made up for with her perfect ass and legs. Unusual for a girl so tiny. If you combine the singer Sheena Easton, with say Demi Moore from her role in the film ‘Ghost’ you will have a good image in mind of Angela facially.

Her elfin looks often made people think she was much younger than twenty. She had a flawless complexion and beautiful, soft skin. Angela got looks from men often during this time, and her style of dress was fashionable but also very feminine, and she loved looking sexy for me when we were socialising, etcetera.

She loved dressing in revealing clothes, too, especially if we were going out to a pub or a club and I would frequently dare her to wear a skirt or dress short enough to flash her stocking tops. She usually wore high heels, I think, due to being so short, but I know she enjoyed them as well as wearing them for me. Frequently, she would wear silky blouses or shirts without a bra. She did not really need to, anyway, her being so small-chested, but her tits were firm and needed no support.

I will admit I really loved seeing guys looking at her when we were out together and guessing what they were thinking as they eyed my girlfriend. It did excite me a lot. This may well be a good indicator regarding the main theme of this story. At work's Christmas parties, Angela was always the one the office guys wanted to dance with as she would dress as sexily as possible, usually, something very short and skimpy with high heels, plus, I think everyone knew she wore stockings so often.

She would come home from the Christmas parties a little worse for drink and tell me who had flirted with her or who had wandering hands on the dance floor and so on and she knew it gave me a kick to hear about it all.

In the bedroom, we were always keen to experiment, and Angela slowly went from being quite wild in bed then eventually moving towards being very submissive. I noticed this side to her becoming more and more apparent over time, and this seemed to be what she was most comfortable with and suited her sexuality very much.

I would try to be more dominant sexually with her and always agreed to her requests and ideas of things she wanted us to try but I struggled with taking control the way she wanted and when things moved to bondage with Angela confessing to me one night that she wanted me to spank her hard using my belt while she was tied down. I will admit I was hopeless. I just couldn’t bring myself to hit her bum as hard as she wanted me to no matter how often we experimented with this.

To be this dominant I realized you had to have a certain mindset, which I lacked.

We loved each other of course so it never became a problem or so I thought but we usually ended up laughing over such things. I could tell however that Angela wanted more than I was able to give her.