This is my story and was published here under another account.
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We were rather ordinary lovers I should say...that is until the day that is seared into my memory. When I say 'ordinary' lovers, we started and progressed as I had always heard relationships will. Dating started, we got closer over several months, moved to kissing and what used to be called necking and petting. He is handsome in a businessman kind of way and I...well, I have a 'good' body, with ample curves, breasts, and a solid ass.
Frankly, I (my name is Jeanetta) usually had to lead him, not from a need to control, but he seemed a bit passive. Sex was normally the missionary style and not particularly satisfactory to me. I was never quite sure how he felt about our lovemaking; he kept his feelings in pretty much.
When I am on my own, I read erotic fiction of the type found on a site called Literotica. I told Jon at the beginning that I indulged in sexy stories and he seemed to eventually accept that as my choice. But not until after we had an argument about it. He thought that he ought to be enough stimulation for me; I just said that sometimes I needed a little push. And perhaps something like that would do him some good too. Of course, he is not stupid, I would not date him if he were. And he did comment one day that he wondered if I was enjoying our relationship (for which read sex) and I told him it was 'ok' but a little variety would be nice. Was I going to lose him; we had fun and had put some time into this burgeoning relationship.
As the weeks went by, I sensed he was trying to 'upgrade' things, but I was hardly prepared for what came next.