Page 1 of Dangerous Desires

Chapter one

Attention-seeking bitch

Perfect, Birgitta thought as her hands slid down her thighs.

She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. Her dark blonde hair rested atop her bare shoulders, hiding the thin, red straps of her dress. The dress was cut low and curved over her chest revealing her ample cleavage. The silky material tightened around her cleavage, her erect tips poked through.

Birgitta couldn’t stop looking at herself. She’d worked hard all her life to have a perfect body, spending hours at the gym to tone and shape. The dress was almost skin-tight, showing off the figure she was so proud of. The dress stopped at the middle of her thighs, barely covering her muff. She twisted and turned as she stared into the mirror, fascinated with the way she looked.

She slid her hands down her body feeling the silk beneath her fingers, brushing seductively against her skin. Her hands made their way up to her chest. Without even thinking about it, Birgitta took her nipples between her fingers and pinched them gently. When she dropped her hands, she smiled at the sight of the perky tips.

God, I look good,she thought.

Birgitta moved closer to the mirror and checked her make-up. Her blue eyes were surrounded with thick, black mascara and eyeliner. Her lips were covered in rose-pink lipstick.

Real good,she thought and smiled,all eyes will be on me.

That was the way she liked it.

Birgitta chose a pair of red strappy heels and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on. Beneath her dress, she could feel her silk underwear tight against her shaved mound. It caressed her nub, turning her on even more than she already was.

Birgitta was always in the mood these days. No matter how much she slept with her husband or pleasured herself, she was never satisfied. Over the last few years, they‘d collected dozens of toys to pleasure her with, all of them hidden in a box under their bed.

Birgitta didn’t know what was going on. All she knew was that her life was becoming increasingly frustrating. The only remedy she’d found was buying raunchy outfits and strutting her perfect body around town. The glances she got were such a confidence boost, especially when they were from handsome young men.

Once her shoes were on, she grabbed her purse then strutted out into the dimly lit hallway. Her shoesclip-cloppedagainst the polished wood as she rushed down the spiral staircase. When she reached the bottom, she went through the archway on her left.

Sitting immediately in front of her was her husband, Kent. His newspaper was spread out over the table and a cup of coffee steamed next to it. Birgitta paused, looking at his down-turned face. The brown hair on the top of his head was starting to thin a little, slightly showing the pink skin beneath. His cheeks were rounder than they had been when they’d first married, the same could be said for his stomach and legs.

She straightened her back and held her head high, preparing to strut right past him. As she walked, Birgitta swayed her hips making sure to stick her ass out as she passed to catch his attention.

It worked.

Birgitta moved through the kitchen to the front door when she heard Kent’s newspaper rustle.

“Are you going out?” He asked, his deep voice flecked with hints of nervousness.

“Yes,” Birgitta said, pretending she didn’t hear his reservations. “Why?”

“You’re not wearingthat, are you?” He asked with a raised brow.

Birgitta paused in the middle of the kitchen and looked over her shoulder at him. “Why wouldn’t I? I have the body for it, don’t I?”

“It’s not about your body,” Kent sighed.

“Then what is it about?” Birgitta asked though she knew the answer.

All her life, Birgitta had been different from the rest. Swedish culture had never appealed to her. Instead of blending into the crowd like she was supposed to, she made an effort to stand out. While everyone else was busy trying to better the group as a whole, Birgitta only thought of herself and her life.

The whole country dressed in dark, dreary colors. Everyone bought clothes from the same shops, causing everyone to look the same. No one expressed their personality through their clothes. Birgitta hated it. She couldn’t understand why people didn’t want to be individuals—where was the fun if everyone was the same?

Birgitta continued moving toward the front door. She took her coat off one of the hooks and shrugged it over her shoulders. To her dismay, she saw that it covered the majority of her dress. No one would be able to see her body until she got into the cafe. There was no way she was going out without a coat, though. She’d freeze to death.

“It’s so bright,” Kent said slowly, “and revealing.”

“So what?” Birgitta asked. “Are you saying I’m not allowed to wear it?”

Please,Birgitta thought.Tell me I can’t wear it. Tell me I’m naughty and bend me over the table to spank me.

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