A new employee of mine, and I hope a new friend, by the name of Rick Maxwell suggested that I might enjoy sharing my erotic exploits online as a form of entertainment and relaxation. I've decided to give it a go so; here I am.
I am a Sensualistic Dom in my mid 50s and married to a lovely Pet by the name of Barbara who is 13 years younger than I am.
{For the record; I'm Barbara's Dom in the boudoir and in a sexual sense. In every other way, she is my equal. She is a powerful and extremely intelligent woman. She is my friend, my lover, my confidante...my life. I pity the person who would ever wish her harm. (If she didn't eliminate them, I surely would.) Without her, I'm quite positive that I would not be in such a financially comfortable state of being.}
I am in good health, just shy of six feet in height and my build is fairly average for a man of my years. Grey hair took on my sandy blonde locks and was, mostly, victorious. I have no children and have never, really, regretted that decision.
For those of you with more prurient interests in their reading material, you will have to bear with me as I give some autobiographical history before moving on to the more...tantalizing subjects. I promise that future stories will be more...focused on sexual pleasure. But, if I plan to write a series of stories, it's important to know who I am and what makes Barbara and I the people that I hope you will come to nurture a fondness for.
The extremely "condensed version" of my biography is as follows: My name is Marcus Aurelius Stanholme. (A bit ostentatious, I know. My mother thought the name would make me seem like an "important person".) Though my father died when I was young, Mom gave me a fulfilling, if unremarkable, childhood filled with love and support.
I was married, at a very young age, to a girl I was never in love with. It just seemed the right thing to do at the time. Drinking, drugs and carousing flushed that relationship down the toilet along with any dignity I pretended to have at the time. {To be honest, the best thing she ever did for either of us was to leave me.}
For the next few years, I "circled the drain" while taking a variety of mundane jobs to survive and generally being an ass. My father was long dead when my mother passed away, suddenly, leaving me alone in the world. This caused me to "hit rock bottom". My father's brother, Jesse Stanholme, saw me at Mom's funeral and said; "you need help, son". And so, with his aid, I entered rehab and finally got clean and sober.
Upon "graduation" from the clinic, he offered me a job in one of his string of sporting goods stores. After a year of being an actual useful member of society, he took me aside and told me that I was the only member of the family that showed any kind of potential in the business. He let me know that he respected the fact that I had only ever visited with him out of familial love and that I had never come to him for monetary support, even when I was at my lowest point. Unmarried, and with no children, he asked if I would like to move in to his handsome old home and share the duties as master of the household. It was there that I learned the art of being an "adult". He was a fine man, a great mentor and a true friend to me.
My love life was non-existent, but my time was well spent with Uncle Jessie, who became the Dad I never knew but always wanted. We grew quite close. Too soon, he was taken from me by a heart condition that he kept hidden from the world. He shocked me, and the few remaining members of our family, by leaving all of his assets in my name. I did the only thing I could do; what he'd taught me to do: I stayed sober and kept the businesses running.
That, in the most concise way, is my past. Now I shall tell of the beginning of my future.
I met Barbara Avery, by accident, a little over 15 years ago. Now, when I say we met by accident, I'm being quite literal...not figurative. She backed her coupe into my Lexus when I was leaving one of my stores. Though it was a very low-speed impact, it was jarring all the same. I jumped out of the car and ran to her door. Knocking on the window, I asked; "Are you OK"?
She rolled down the heavily tinted glass and I was completely dumbfounded. Dark brunette hair framed her face with long, wavy, flowing tresses. Sparkling blue-grey eyes were framed by attractively sensible looking glasses. And the face...
Her face was stunningly beautiful. Regal yet, humble. Fresh yet, experienced. Fair skinned and with the hint of a freckle or two. Innocent yet...
"My God", she said breathlessly. "I'm so sorry. I should have looked more carefully before backing up. Are YOU ok? I have full coverage. I..." She got out of the car and I could see the rest of her. She was wearing "office" clothes consisting of a relatively plain blouse with a skirt reaching to just below her knees. Tall, (matching my own height), but a graceful figure of womanhood. She was, and still is, bountifully curved in all the right places.
I interrupted her. "I'm fine." Glancing at the damage, I could see that my bumper only had a small dent and she had lost a tail light. Nothing major. "Tell you what. Have coffee with me, just to be sure we're both alright, then we can forget it ever happened."
I won't share every detail. Coffee turned to dinner and dinner turned into...
We had everything and nothing in common. She told me about her modest, yet happy, upbringing as an only child. She told me that she worked as an executive assistant to some "higher up" in an accounting firm and that she had a knack for finance. She shared her past experiences with men; that she was single but that she'd been engaged twice to men like I used to be. "Players". This, inevitably, turned our conversation to more personal matters. She said that she'd been experimenting in BDsm but again; she only seemed to meet the wrong kinds of men. Men with little imagination and less respect for her. I found her to be quite refreshingly open, extremely intelligent and simply captivating.
After dinner, she joined me on a long walk in a park near downtown. I shared all that I could think of, about myself, with her...my childhood, my loss...my struggles with addiction to drugs and alcohol; my subsequent clean time and my current position and unplanned for financial comfort and... that I was an aspiring Dom. Then, she reached for my hand. "May I", she asked?
"You already backed into me once today. It kind of got me excited." I quipped then I took her hand in mine.
We circled the entire park multiple times, over the course of... (You know; I have no idea how long we were there.) We walked and talked about anything and everything. Before long, with our fingers still intertwined, she stopped us in our tracks. Turning me to face her, she asked again..."May I?"...then she brought her lips to mine and kissed me... deeply... as if we'd been together forever. Pulling away, she knelt; right there in the middle of the sidewalk. With her head bowed she inquired; "how may I serve you, Sir?"
The most un-dominant thoughts raced through my mind. I was flabbergasted that a woman of her grace... her intellect...her sheer beauty was offering herself to me. Although we'd only just met, it was as if she had been with me all of my life. A wispy shadow in my dreams... seeking me out... with me trying to reach her but always falling short before waking.
