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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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A story I wrote for a_from_a_n_l
I was experiencing so many mixed emotions, the day had finally arrived. I was going to meet a man I had been talking to online. We had shared many exciting moments over the few months we had been talking. He had instantly captivated me, he was handsome and charming and devilishly naughty. I was nervous, excited, and turned on. My heart felt like it skipped a beat.
I tried to relax myself by drawing a bath, sinking in the hot water, groaning softly in a little pleasure, letting the water and the scent of the bath oil ease my stammering heart. I took a deep breath enjoying the warmth teasing over my nipples and I couldn’t help touching them but they ached for a touch that was not mine.
I left the comfort and safety of the water to get ready for my date. Taking extra care on my hair and make up to make sure I was perfect for him. I wanted his approval. I pulled the box of underwear I’d picked just for him towards me. A beautiful set of black lace underwear, i loved it. I pulled the beautiful lace thong over my hips, the bra over my breasts. I checked myself in the mirror and gave myself a shy smile.
I glanced at my dress bag, I’d contemplated the dress I would wear for a long time. Self doubt crept in. I’d left myself with no other choice. I’d selected this dress to match my underwear, a beautiful black dress with a sheer overlay. As I slipped into the dress I felt a little more confident. Pulling on my black heals I felt a little more complete. One final glance in the mirror told me I was ready.
The evening was warm, it had a heavy summer scent, I walked down along the edge of the river watching the sun glitter of the water to our meeting place. A bridge caught my eye I stopped a moment to admire it, and calm my ever growing nerves. I carried on with my journey.
Paris the most romantic city of all. Yes, this is where we had decided to meet. Our meeting spot came into view, a glass pyramid in the middle of a square. I had imagined all kinds of scenarios of how we would meet and now it was here.
He was already there, his back facing me, I knew it was him instantly. He must have heard my footsteps, he turned to me and I froze. He smiled and walked towards me. His eyes caught mine and I stood rooted on my spot. It felt like a second passed and he was there in front of me.
I looked down shyly, he smiled a charming smile, hooked a finger under my chin and lifted it so my gaze met his once more, then his lips met mine. It was a soft kiss, that instantly melted my heart and made me wet between my thighs.
I felt his lips pull away and his fingers entwine with mine, his thumb stroked over my rapid pulse in my wrist. He began talking and we eased into an easy conversation. We started walking and I knew he was taking me towards his hotel.
We stepped into the bar, got some drinks and headed towards a sofa, we sat facing each other, our legs grazing, his hands trailed over my bare arm, making every nerve ending tingle, I sipped my wine and began to feel more relaxed as we talked and laughed together.
He stood, smiled, and held his hand out for me, I reached out and he pulled me gently up into his side, gave me a soft squeeze and led me up-to his bedroom. He opened the door & I followed behind him admiring him.
He stood by the window looking out over the veiw and I knew what I had to do, what I’d been longing to do. I knelt down by his side, hands in my lap and waited.
He stroked a finger down my cheek, then cupping it gently, he said the words I wanted so much to hear “will you submit to me?”. In that moment I felt almost speechless but I knew he needed an answer. I wanted to submit to him. As his hand stroked down my throat I replied “yes”.
He asked me to close my eyes, still kneeling on the floor, I felt him move behind me, he stroked once more down my neck and I shivered, then I felt something smooth and cool round my neck and heard a lock click firmly into position. It was a collar.
I reached a hand up to touch it, made from soft leather with a little tag on it that had an engraving on it. He whispered into my ear “you are mine” and it made every nerve in my body tingle. He commanded me to stand, as I stood, he unzipped my dress, slid it down my arms to let it pool at my feet.
He turned me to face him, he looked over my body and kissed me softly, the kiss growing more passionate his hands wondering over my skin. He pressed me close against him and I could feel him growing hard behind his trousers. I wanted to please him.
I rubbed my hands over his chest, and slowly started to undo the buttons on his shirt, placing a kiss above each button until I reached the bottom one and I was back on my knees again, I slowly undid his trousers.. I could see his hard cock straining against his underwear, I pushed them to his knees, and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his hard cock.
I licked him at first, and then took the tip of him gently into my mouth, I worked my tongue around him enjoying the taste of him, I took more of him in my mouth and worked up and down. I could feel him getting more and more excited. Before I could get too carried away, he lifted me of my knees and pushed me over the bed so my backside was facing him.
He had my wrists held behind my back and he nudged my thighs apart with his knee. Using his other hand he stroked my wetness through my underwear. “Mmm such a good girl arnt you?” He asked. I couldn’t get any words out, all I could do was moan softly, at the same time he’d slipped a finger into my aching pussy.
It felt like he stroked me for so long, he knew what I wanted, what I needed, yet when I squirmed on the bed he just held me firmer, he couldn’t resist any longer and I felt the hard tip of him brush against my entrance.
He slowly pushed in so I could feel every inch of him entering me, and taking what was his. His thrusts became faster & faster, I could feel our combined orgasm mounting and with one hard and deep thrust, our combined orgasm overwhelmed me and I felt every pulse of his cock releasing inside me.
My knees felt like jelly, I could no longer hold myself up. He pulled us into the bed, he held me tight my face in his chest. Kissing my forehead. Stroking each other gently. I knew he would be my safe place, my protector, my dominant. My daddy |
