The trials of love CH01 – Milla’s frustration

Milla lay in bed, the warmth of the sheets clinging to her as the morning light filtered through the curtains. Minutes passed since Jake had slipped out of bed, his footsteps padding softly to the bathroom. She could hear the familiar sounds of him dressing for work, the rustle of clothes and the splash of water.

Her body still thrummed with the lingering echoes of their intimacy, the rush of adrenaline and hormones coursing through her veins. Yet, despite the satisfaction she felt in Jake’s arms, and the intense orgasm that just shook her body, a sense of unfulfillment gnawed at her from within.

Milla felt a heaviness settle over her. Her brow furrowed, a subtle frown etching across her face as she stared at the ceiling. Something gnawed at her, an annoyance that lingered beneath the surface.

Jake emerged from the bathroom, his shirt half-buttoned as he glanced over at Milla.

“Something wrong?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

“Nothing,” Milla replied in a tone that betrayed her true feelings, the words cold and sharp.

Jake paused for a moment, but then shrugged it off. In his typical fashion, he accepted her response at face value, choosing not to pry further. With a quick goodbye kiss, he headed out the door, leaving Milla alone with her thoughts.

As the sound of his footsteps faded into the distance, Milla sighed, the weight of her annoyance settling deeper within her. It was something that had been bothering her for a while now, something she knew she couldn’t ignore for much longer.

As Jake’s footsteps faded away, Milla reached for her phone, her fingers tapping eagerly on the screen as she sought out the familiar refuge of online articles. Lately, her thoughts and fantasies had been consumed by desires she couldn’t express to Jake, cravings that simmered beneath the surface of her consciousness.

With each click, she delved deeper into a world she had only recently discovered. The term “femdom” caught her eye, a revelation that sent a jolt of recognition through her. As she read more about it, a sense of relief filled her. Here, in these articles and forums, she found validation for the feelings that had been stirring within her.

She wasn’t alone.

There were others like her, navigating the complexities of desire and power dynamics in their relationships. And as Milla immersed herself in the words on the screen, she felt a sense of belonging, a reassurance that her desires were not abnormal but rather a natural expression of her own desires and needs.

As Milla scrolled through the articles, a fleeting memory danced across her mind, conjuring the image of Dario, her first boyfriend. He had been so different from all the men she had been with since. Sweet, gentle, and utterly devoted to her, Dario had always been eager to fulfill her every whim, no matter how unreasonable.

Their relationship had puzzled others, their coupling seemingly mismatched in the eyes of those around them. Milla, with her striking beauty and magnetic charm, could have had her pick of any hot and popular guy. And she had, after callously ending things with Dario.

Her subsequent boyfriends had been everything Dario wasn’t—handsome, successful, and adept at navigating the complexities of social interactions. They had been skilled in all aspects, both in and out of the bedroom, the epitome of what society deemed desirable.

But an unexplained frustration had always simmered beneath the surface, much like the one she now felt with Jake. It was a gnawing sensation, a yearning for something she couldn’t quite articulate… until she stumbled onto an article about BDSM and kink, learned about the concept of femdom, and began reading more about it.

As Milla delved deeper into the world of femdom, her unexpressed desires and frustrations began to take shape, crystallizing into something more defined. She found herself drawn to the allure of power, the thrill of dominance, and sometimes, even outright cruelty. It was like opening a Pandora’s box, each fantasy more intoxicating than the last.

But as her thoughts wandered into darker territories, Milla couldn’t help but feel a sense of apprehension creeping in. Her desires felt too deviant, too taboo, too frightening to fully embrace. The rush she experienced at the most extreme thoughts both exhilarated and terrified her.

Despite her burgeoning desires, Milla hesitated to fully immerse herself in this newfound world. Her relationship with Jake was good, and she didn’t want to jeopardize it. Moreover, she feared that if she were to act on these fantasies with Jake, it would change their dynamic irreparably. She worried that she would lose respect for him, as soon as he transformed from the confident and capable man she loved into someone… akin to Dario.

A figure she had dismissed as weak, spineless and pathetic. By the time she broke up with Dario, she was outright appalled by the thought of touching him, even though he was just a normal inexperienced, nerdy, “too nice guy”. She was sure that would happen with Jake too if she pushed him into that direction, and even more if she truly unleashed those dark fantasies she was having. She knew she would not be able to see him in a romantic and sexual light any longer, losing her respect and attraction to him.

Shaking off these troubling thoughts, Milla closed her phone with a frustrated sigh. Anger simmered beneath the surface as she began to prepare herself for work, the weight of her unspoken desires still lingering heavily on her mind.

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