So my name is tanya, and to those who know me, the following traits would best describe me: happily married, a businesswoman, successful, bossy, demanding, and things must be done my way.
Although that may be how things appear, what they don’t know about is the Hidden Desires within me.
In those desires, weakness is my key trait, at the mercy of superior women who take from me whatever they please - my money, my career, my husband, my social standing, my dignity, my ego.
Never have my hidden desires been shown to those around me, but here, they will be revealed to you.
This is my blog - these are my deepest thoughts.
Do enjoy.
Xo - tanya
“What ya think?”, came that voice i hate so much, as i laid by my pool. It belonged to my neighbour Bree. Always sticking her head over my face, trying to get my husband to notice her.
I ignored her, but something caught my eye and i turned my head. She was walking in through my side gate. “I asked what you think? Of my bikini? I always see you out here in your little yellow get-up. You think hubby would prefer my yellow bikini or yours?”.
I’d had enough. I swung my legs around and rose from my sun lounger, striding toward her with purpose. I was going to wipe that smirk off her pretty little face. I wound my hand back to slap her, when *CRACK*!
I didn’t know what hit me. But i was shaken. My legs had turned to jelly - i could barely stand. Her face was lit up with a victorious grin. I dropped my eyes to her balled fist. How could such a little girl pack such a punch??
She started toward me. I was terrified. I knew i couldn’t take another punch like that, and i was sure she was going to finish me off. I managed to cover my face. But Bree wasn’t going for the knockout.
Her little fists struck me in the stomach several times in quick succession. Not overly hard - but enough to make my body ripple. I was doubling over, as she took my hair in your hand, craning my face to look up into her pretty smile.
“Please stop”, i whimpered. She used her free hand to deliver my face a short, sharp slap. Then, she bent down and effortlessly picked me up, drooping me over her shoulder and carrying me into my own house.
There, dumping me unceremoniously on the bed, she went for the kill. She wrapped her legs around my mid section. They were python like. Sheer power, as she sucked any remaining life out of me. Finally, her legs released their grip, and i gasped for air. She began to slide her way up my body.
“Noooo”, i managed to squeak, realising what was coming. Those legs found their way to my head. “Where hubby’s head will be later”, she giggled. The last thing i remembered was those legs wrapping themselves tightly around my skull, my face being pressed into what must have been the worlds silkiest thighs.
When i came to, it was 3am. I was in bed, alone. There was ice and my neck had a brace around it. At least someone had tended to my injuries. I heard muffled voices and managed to make my way to the window, looking out. Bree - still bikini clad, was in my husband’s lap. His hands were softly running over her perfect body. Their lips met.
I collapsed back on the bed, then saw a notification on my phone. Opening it, i had been tagged in a Facebook post. By Bree.
There it was, her victorious selfie posing over me. The caption read:
“Beat this bitches ass and took her man all in one night. How great am I?”
276 likes and 130 comments, each one pro Bree.
What could i do? I hit the like button and commented.
“Congrats on kicking my ass and stealing my husband, Queen Bree.”
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“What ya think?”, came that voice i hate so much, as i laid by my pool. It belonged to my neighbour Bree. Always sticking her head over my face, trying to get my husband to notice her.
I ignored her, but something caught my eye and i turned my head. She was walking in through my side gate. “I asked what you think? Of my bikini? I always see you out here in your little yellow get-up. You think hubby would prefer my yellow bikini or yours?”.
I’d had enough. I swung my legs around and rose from my sun lounger, striding toward her with purpose. I was going to wipe that smirk off her pretty little face. I wound my hand back to slap her, when *CRACK*!
I didn’t know what hit me. But i was shaken. My legs had turned to jelly - i could barely stand. Her face was lit up with a victorious grin. I dropped my eyes to her balled fist. How could such a little girl pack such a punch??
She started toward me. I was terrified. I knew i couldn’t take another punch like that, and i was sure she was going to finish me off. I managed to cover my face. But Bree wasn’t going for the knockout.
Her little fists struck me in the stomach several times in quick succession. Not overly hard - but enough to make my body ripple. I was doubling over, as she took my hair in your hand, craning my face to look up into her pretty smile.
“Please stop”, i whimpered. She used her free hand to deliver my face a short, sharp slap. Then, she bent down and effortlessly picked me up, drooping me over her shoulder and carrying me into my own house.
There, dumping me unceremoniously on the bed, she went for the kill. She wrapped her legs around my mid section. They were python like. Sheer power, as she sucked any remaining life out of me. Finally, her legs released their grip, and i gasped for air. She began to slide her way up my body.
“Noooo”, i managed to squeak, realising what was coming. Those legs found their way to my head. “Where hubby’s head will be later”, she giggled. The last thing i remembered was those legs wrapping themselves tightly around my skull, my face being pressed into what must have been the worlds silkiest thighs.
When i came to, it was 3am. I was in bed, alone. There was ice and my neck had a brace around it. At least someone had tended to my injuries. I heard muffled voices and managed to make my way to the window, looking out. Bree - still bikini clad, was in my husband’s lap. His hands were softly running over her perfect body. Their lips met.
I collapsed back on the bed, then saw a notification on my phone. Opening it, i had been tagged in a Facebook post. By Bree.
There it was, her victorious selfie posing over me. The caption read:
“Beat this bitches ass and took her man all in one night. How great am I?”
276 likes and 130 comments, each one pro Bree.
What could i do? I hit the like button and commented.
“Congrats on kicking my ass and stealing my husband, Queen Bree.”