Erotica

Rhett held onto one arm of the swaying woman next to her. “Stand up straight, Cassy,” she whispered. Cassy stood up tall, her five foot one height clearly shorter than the two taller escorts to either side. Cassy looked up at the tuxedoed pair and smiled a goofy grin before falling off balance. Rhett’s best friend Barb, the groom, snorted laughter as Rhett grabbed the falling bride and stopped Cassy from toppling backward onto her ass. “You could help here a little, Barb?” Rhett growled playfully at the redheaded butch. Barb leaned over and thrust out her arm for the bride, who immediately clutched it in a death grip. Rhett took a moment to run a hand through her short hair as the bride and groom tried to stand up straighter. The three of them took deep breaths of solemnity. Within ten seconds, the bride and groom both burst out giggling in the sudden quiet moment. Rhett rolled her eyes, smiling at the helpless pair.

Pleasuring herself only took care of the instant gratification not the overall aching need to be completed. Completed by what, Charlie was beginning to recognize from her readings. She wanted a Dom. She wanted someone to show her and control her.