Young Womans Intimate Encounter with Her Older Suitor: A Story of Love and Submission

A young womans journey into love and submission with her charismatic older suitor, exploring desires and boundaries

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Young Woman's Intimate Encounter So this is my very first story on this site. So hey, hullo. If you want more of my stories comment and rate me or something ^^'. Anyways.. Here we go! ~~ Gathering up my skirts I hurried up the steps of his home. It was the first time I would be meeting him in person. We talked on the phone numerous occasions and we message each other throughout the day. I was worried at first when he asked me to meet him. I feared he would not like me. I feared once he saw me, saw my age, he would turn me away. He sent me this dress, it was big and poufy, it took me a while to figure out how to put it on. The top was a laced up corset, with blue ribbon and trimming with a white bodice. The bottom half mimicked the colors of the top and had four layers of tool and a hoop skirt. It was an older styled dress from a designer that I had never once heard of. My blonde waves of hair fell around my bare shoulder my blue eyes shining, barely standing five feet off the ground. He told me on several occasions that he really did love me. But would he really? Would accept me? These thoughts rain through my head as I stared at the grand door in front of me. I knew I had to knock. I couldn't. I was frozen in my place. He said I could turn away at any point, even getting to his door he said he would understand. He was always the patient one. Knocking gently I stood there, visibly shaking from being so nervous. I knew what I was getting myself into. That's what I keep telling myself anyhow. The door opened slowly and for the first time I looked up at the hazel eyes and melted in my little flats. He stood more than two heads taller than I. His brown hair was neatly cut and he wore a suit with a bow-tie that matched the color blue in my dress. He opened his mouth to speak but I could not hear him. I didn't mean to shut him out and he knew that. He reached out and took my hand in his and kneeled before me, kissing the backside of my hand. Inwardly and outwardly I blushed fiercely. He knew little gestures made me melt and he was doing so with me standing there on his doorstep. I wished that I could say hello to him. …and then things took a turn

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