(This is my first attempt. I appreciate any and all feedback. Thanks to my special friend who helped me role play. I only wish that this all had happened.)

I still remember the first time I saw Jenna. She was gorgeous. About five-foot-five, 120 pounds with the most beautiful green eyes. I knew she was married with a beautiful wife, but I couldn't help but feel attracted to her. That attraction surprised me, as I had never found myself lusting after another woman.

My own curvy, five-foot-six frame with G-cup breasts and blonde hair and blue eyes had attracted me my fair share of men. But something about this woman haunted me.

We met a few times for drinks. I am a natural flirt and our meetings were no exception. I knew it was wrong but I wanted her. I sensed a hint of submissiveness and I wanted to own her.

As the drinks flowed, we began talking about attraction. I couldn't help myself. I blurted out "You're the first woman I have ever been attracted to."

Jenna expressed surprise that I readily admitted my attraction. She confessed she had similar desires. I gazed longingly at her across the table and signaled for the check.

We spilled out of the restaurants with our arms linked, breathless, knowing where the night was headed.

"Let's go sit in my car and chat," I said, knowing I was going to try and seduce her.

We got in the car and I drove to a dark corner of the parking garage. I stopped the car and turned to her. "I want you. I want to kiss you more than I want my next breath," I said.

She gazed at me silently, unable to look away.

Her mouth opened slightly and she drew in a breath.

"Did you hear what I said Jenna?" I demanded. "I want you and I think you want me to take you."

She never broke my gaze. She simply nodded at me.

I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. I pulled away and looked right into her eyes. "That's not good enough. I want to hear you say that you want to be taken. I want you to say you want to be my bitch."

She tried to form the words, but dropped her gaze, looking into her lap. That's when I knew my guess about her submissiveness was true. I decided to test it further.

I grabbed her chin and jerked it up so she was looking at me. In a low, rough voice I said to her "I didn't hear you Jenna. I think you need to tell me you want to get fucked by me. I think you need to say it right now." As I said it, I slid my hand into her waistband and underneath her panties. She shifted and parted her legs and I could feel her dripping wetness.

"Are you going to say it?" I demanded. "Are you going to beg to be my filthy little slut?"

She gasped as I thrust my fingers into her wetness. "Fuck me," she whimpered.

I kept thrusting, holding her gaze and daring her to look away. "That's all?" I questioned.

"Make me yours," she begged. "I'll do anything you ask."

"Anything? I said. "I like that. Let's start by spreading your legs and we'll see where it goes."

[Note: As I said, this is my first attempt. A dear friend spent tons of times working the dialogue with me. If this story is well-received I would love to continue it.]