Claimed by the Cougar (Strap-on Girls on Top): Girls On Top, #2

By Silk Kajirus

Miranda isn't into heavy fetish or crazy kink. She's just a romantic girl (okay, mature woman) at heart, looking for a (younger) boyfriend who can respect that her idea of intimacy involves pegging.

 

Zach finds traditional orgasms frustrating. He's a young man who prefers the intimacy of pegging, coming down happy and satisfied, but still aroused, eager to continue pursuing mutual pleasure with his partner.

 

It's not a hang-up for either of them. Not a medical thing to be fixed. It's not a physical thing, not an issue of can't do, but rather one of don't want. 

 

It's about the power, the control, the intimacy, the surrender of a partner. The love of knowing that they're connected intimately, and that the more he feels from my thrusting, the more she feels from him pushing back. It's about the reciprocity, that cycle of penetration pushing them both closer to orgasm.

 

If only they can get over their anxieties and inhibitions to give their love a chance.

 

Girls on Top is a female dominant, female-led dating event. It's a safe space for women of all identities, expressions, orientations, and religions to meet (and top) their admirers.

These women are in control, their dates love it, and so will you!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Silk Kajirus
• Release date: Oct 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223691365

Silk Kajirus

Silk Kajirus is a bisexual bottom who adores the feminine form in all its genders, whether they be cisgender, transgender, nonbinary, futa, or some other wonderful means of expression. He is also a lifestyle submissive, a lover of bondage, restraint, control, and obedience. His name comes from an oft-dismissed aspect of Gorean culture, that of the male slave (a kajirus) kept by a free woman (his owner) for bedroom duties (a silk slave). In bringing his passions to print, he hopes to infuse a little romance and emotion into the erotica, embracing the joy he takes in every encounter.

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Introduction

Girls on Top is a dating event that came about as a rash, impetuous idea, something originally put together as an excuse to deny a hateful extremist group from booking a restaurant after they were evicted from the hall they’d been renting.

It had to be an event so distasteful to them that they wouldn’t just reschedule, but it also had to be something the restaurant staff could enthusiastically embrace and perhaps even evolve into an ongoing event. One that made a statement.

So, how do you turn away a gang of straight-pride, white-pride, Christian extremists who are as demanding as they are entitled? You hit them in every single sore spot they have.

And so Girls on Top was born, a female dominant, female-led dating event. It's a safe space for women of all identities, expressions, orientations, and religions to meet (and top) their admirers.

These women are in control, their dates love it, and so will you!

Chapter One: Miranda

She’d already driven by the front of the restaurant twice, scowling at the wall of protesters lining the street. Girls on Top had been going on for the better part of six months now and, from what she’d overheard at the last event, these cultist jackoffs had started showing up at the second date night event. She didn’t know the whole story—didn’t really care to know how they justified their hatred, to be honest—but their garish signs and vulgar shouts left no room for misinterpretation.

Their hate-filled words and slanderous chants were so over-the-top that they sounded ridiculous.

And, in contrast to the silent line of smiling, rainbow-clad sentinels standing with their backs to the restaurant windows, they looked ridiculous, too.

Fortunately, her invite came with instructions for backdoor entry—a term she was sure the organizers had chosen deliberately—so she wouldn’t be forced to fight her way through the protesters. Ironically, though, had it not been for them, she likely would have driven right on by and skipped her first event. The idea of Girls on Top thrilled her, spoke to the very depths of her romantic and erotic core, but the fear of rejection was hard to overcome. Had the jackoffs not made her so angry, had they not driven her to attend as much as an act of defiance as anything else, she wouldn’t be here tonight, hoping against hope not to go home alone again.

She pulled around the corner and parked behind a bakery at the end of the block. She texted the number she’d been given with the invite and waited anxiously for the response. It took less than a minute, but she couldn’t help worrying that, this time, it wouldn’t work. When the response came back, all it said was:

HS5

Hmm. HS. Hair Salon. There were no signs behind the buildings, but she knew the area well enough not to have to resort to Google Maps to find the salon. She stepped out of her car and plucked at her bodycon dress, freeing the black material from where it had ridden up her thighs. There was nothing she could do to flatten the bulge in the front, but that was kind of the point. It was the first time she’d even worn a strap-on in public, and as much as it fed her anxiety, it thrilled her as well. Her desire was on full display for that one special taker—a term she had chosen deliberately.

Nervously, she strolled across the parking lot, her three-inch heels clicking loudly against the asphalt. She couldn’t make out the words, but she could still hear