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over a year ago

She chuckled and sighed as she realised he was in the wrong place. This was the second time it had happened to her at a first meet. The last time it had happened, the guy had turned out to be wonderful. As she rang him and wondered if he would cancel, maybe it wasn’t meant to be. As he agreed to try and find his way to her, she ordered another hot chocolate and browsed the internet.

When he came in, she realised he’d been economical with the truth and in the pictures. Irritation washed over her, if he was trying to build trust, this was not the best way to do that with her. She had been open about her shape and desires and expected the same. She decided to give him a chance and was glad she did.

As he talked she watched him, trying to find areas they had in common and straight away there were two, he was a linguist and a BDSMer. She wriggled happily internally. Their brief message exchange had made her smile and squirm, enjoying the direction things were going in. A direction she didn’t usually go in until she knew someone much better. She knew what she wanted and despite her needs, she was willing to wait.

He was intelligent, bordering on a little arrogant but as she learned more about him, she wasn’t surprised – he had clearly earned that right through a lot of challenges - and, she did quite like his confidence. She found listening to his experiences interesting, a world away from her own. Not many people interested her these days. There wasn’t an instant “wow” factor for her, but he gave her a different perspective on things and there were things she could learn from him - something she'd begun to think was in short supply.

She had a few moments where she had to look down, trying to stop herself blushing as she sipped her cordial. She couldn’t quite read her own reactions but she felt, at ease, relaxed and for once, not the one having to force or direct the converation. She wasn’t getting aroused by the conversation but she was imagining some of the things they could do and wondering what he was making of her.

People had been quietly leaving around them and the conversation had engaged her enough that she hadn’t noticed her hunger. She wondered what his hands felt like. A few times, she had wondered about reaching out and stroking a finger across his palm, but still a little cautious, she hesitated. Creating a chance to touch, they measured hands and she enjoyed the skin contact, wondered what his hand carefully holding hers might feel like, whether she could let go and be safe.

When the bill came, he was a gentleman and although she offered, he paid for their drinks. She walked in front, aware of him behind her, a brief flash of an image of his hand in her hair walking her forward caused her to hide a smile - clearly she felt there was potential.

“So, a hug or kiss then?” She waited, uncertain, not sure what to do. She wanted to kiss him but couldn't read his reaction and consent was everything to her. He hugged and gave the kiss on both cheeks. She wanted to hug him for longer, get the feel of him but he stepped away. Suddenly she turned back and walked up to him, trying to let him know her intentions as she kissed him. She enjoyed the kiss, wondering if it would feel differently if he had a hand gripping her. Yes, enough interest from her she realised, knowing he would be the centre of some of her pleasant daydreams for a few days.

She switched back into politeness as he moved away again and as she drove home, she wondered what to do next.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

She got home and lay in her bed, playing it over in her head, almost evaluating. It had been so long since she'd felt interested enough to meet someone and she had felt...inexperienced and impressed by him. It was a good feeling but a little nerve-wracking. Mentally she went through the pros and cons and decided to write them down. As she read them she realised that she had no idea whether he'd want to meet her again or not. He had talked about moved a few times and so she wondered if maybe he wasn't looking for what she was. Probably not she sighed. Before she could change her mind, she put everything out of her head onto an email and sent it to him. With what she wanted, honesty was important. She didn't think, just sent it and fell asleep.

The next day at work as she re-read what she had written, she winced. There was honesty and there was bluntness and she realised that sending a message whilst distracted wasn't the best idea she'd ever had. She tried to send another showing her interest but somehow her usual skills of communication had disappeared. What was wrong with her?

She cringed, expecting a curt response and when the reply came, she wasn't wrong. Although she hadn't intended to, she'd given him a Trip Advisor style review and it hadn't mentioned all the things she enjoyed about him. She held her head in her hands then typed a reply back, "I'm sorry. I am interested and apologise that it didn't come across that way."

She didn't get a reply.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

She felt a bit down for a few days but tried to focus on moving past. She messed up and it was too late.

As she lay in bed that night, frustrated and horny, she thought of the touch of his skin on hers. His hand could easily have encircled her wrist, strength in his fingers and grip. She slipped off her pjama top, soft cotton brushing against her breasts. Her thoughts straying to how easily he would be able to pin her, control her.

As she closed her eyes, imagining what might have happened had she been more open and less blunt. What might have happened if they'd met again at his, his strong grip holding her hair as he pulled her down to his feet.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Damn typos, just writing as it comes into my head tonight.

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"Over here." He patted a cushion at his feet, "Let's talk."

She crawled over, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and knelt by him.

"So, what should I do with you?"

She stopped herself from answering, so many different responses all coming to mind like an instant mindmap. He kept looking at her, clearly waiting for an answer. She didn't know what the right answer was, but looked back up and spoke clearly,"Still my mind."

With anyone else, she would have received a blank look but he knew. He smiled, "And how might I best do that?"

She blushed. Well, there were lots of ways, but, she didn't want to have to take the lead tonight, she didn't want to have guide someone through. She looked down and shrugged. He stroked her head and grabbed her hair and quietly said, "When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer." She melted. It was a cheesy line but it worked. They'd already discussed that she found it hard to verbalise her desires and he knew this was making her squirm.

"I...there are too many answers and too many options and I don't want to take the lead." She stared back at him now.

He held her gaze, "If I go off instinct and experience, you may well not like what I do, so I expect you to share with me three things that will help to still your mind. Head on the floor whilst you think."

He released her and she lay on her back, hands comfortably clasped across her tummy and closed her eyes. Hmmm, three things.

He placed one foot on her hip and the other on her chest. She briefly hoped his shoes were clean and as he pressed down with one, her mind drifted back to the task before her. Three things? Her mind started to race, like it was digging through a pile of socks, trying to find the matching one. She knew herself well, what, what...."Control me. Give me something to focus on. Don't allow me to dictate the direction."

She heard his chuckle, "More specifically?"

Argh, she frowned, "Erm..well, there are lots of things that can help still my mind. Massage, flogging, orgasm, you know, something to help focus my thoughts so they aren't looking all the possible options and outcomes constantly."

He was quiet as he tapped his foot uncomfortably down on her hip. The other began to press on her chest and she felt her pulse quicken. They had already discussed hard limits and safe words before she had gone to his for dinner.

He lifted his foot, the tip of the shoe dimpling her cheek, "Kiss my shoe".

Before she could squash her words, she replied, "Why? Is it special and has it done anything to deserve it?"

Her eyes closed as she swore quietly.

He laughed, "Indeed, it's not special, it's a very nice, comfy shoe. I expect you'll kiss it later. In fact," he moved his feet and leaned forwards, his blue eyes intensely gazing down as he did so, "I know you will be kissing it later."

Her lips parted as she caught her breath

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"In fact, I believe there are several things you expressed an interest in."

His hand reached down without warning and dragged her up by her hair until she was kneeling once more, her face flushed. His palm cupped her face and as his thumb traced her lips, she kissed it, her eyes closing in pleasure. It had been so long since she'd been able to kneel before someone in this way.

"I believe that one of the things was of this ilk."

As one hand slipped under a cushion, the other moved and gripped the back of her neck tightly.

A knife. A beautiful but simple knive. The light glinted off it as he slowly moved it towards her. Her heart began to beat faster but as much as she tensed, feet preparing to propel her away, she couldn't keep her eyes from it as he wove it before her eyes.

"Yes, it's sharp. Sharp enough."

She didn't know if he was telling the truth or not. It didn't matter. As he ran the point of the blade along her neck, she shuddered and moaned. It felt sharp.

His hand controlled her and she couldn't move, "Please?"

"Please? Oh really? You want more, but of course, I'm a gentleman."

It slid down her neck, tracing her thrat and dipping briefly at the base. She closed her eyes in fear and pleasure.

"Or was it please stop?"

He moved it away and put it down on the couch, her eyes following each movement. She looked at him again, her gaze slightly unfocussed and suddenly desperate to kiss him...and he knew it.

"Given you were so direct and specific in your first message, then you certainly should continue like that. When I ask you something, you will answer honestly. When asking for something, you will be specific."

She practically melted, "Yes Sir."

Not an honorific he'd requested but it fell naturally from her lips.

He smiled, "Time to move to the bedroom I think."

He let go of her neck and fastened something around it, a collar and lead she guessed. She tried to stand up and he looked at her, one eyebrow raised. She wasn't new to this but he hadn't given her a specific instruction. She pushed a little and he wasn't in the slightest bit fazed, "You'll crawl soon enough. Now follow me."

He tugged and she followed, nervous, aroused and anticipatory.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Soft light from the candles and the fire suffused the room. A single chair in the corner. He led her to the centre and placed the end of the lead in her mouth.

"Strip, slowly" he ordered as he sat on the chair watching her.

Despite her shyness, she did as he asked, trying not to look at him.

"Stop"

He realised what she was doing and frowned, "Keep looking at me, into my eyes."

He wanted her to see his reactions as much as she wanted to shy away from anything that left her vulnerable.

Slower this time, she stripped, her fingers fumbling but keeping her eyes on his face, blushing as she saw approval there.

This was her fantasy and there none of those awkward sock hopping moments and soon she was naked before him. He watched her silently before moving forwards and running his fingertips over her skin - her back, her face, her hips and her belly. He found it all beautiful.

"Hands behind your head" he tapped her feet apart and ran his hand over the soft fur that hid her wetness.

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By *xbanana2Man
over a year ago

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Beautifully written

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Beautifully written "

Thank you. Will try and add more over the week ahead

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over a year ago

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By *nyx99Man
over a year ago

London

Just wow...

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By *oss25Man
over a year ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

As always, stunningly erotic x

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By *elly61TV/TS
over a year ago

Burnham on Sea

hmmmm nice.

Well written xx

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

She gasped, her head falling back as she tried to hide her face from him.

"Oh, you are indeed enjoying this."

She blushed but it was hidden in the redness of her skin as she reacted to the slightest glide of his finger over her clit. He paused and did it again, noting how each time her legs trembled. She wouldn't be able to stand up for much longer. As he flicked more rapidly and firmly, the leash dropped from her mouth and her hands grabbed at him for balance, "Please!"

He stopped. Picked up the leash. Put it back in her mouth. She looked at him with unfocussed eyes, her hips swaying without her say so and he felt his own arousal growing. He could see she wanted him now, but he wanted to tease her more.

His hands explored her body as she tried to remain upright, slowly coming back to her senses. She could smell her arousal and no longer cared what he thought of how she looked. She just wanted to feel that feeling again, that sensual pleasure pulsing through her body.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Do you want me?" he whispered in her ear.

She nodded.

"Spread your legs."

She obeyed, aware of how vulnerable this made her feel, off balance and exposed.

He ran the palm of his hand over her lips, and brought them to his lips, tasting her. She shuddered as he did.

"I could take you now couldn't I."

It wasn't a question, but she nodded.

"I won't though, not quite yet. I am going to fuck you tonight but you will return. This isn't a one off for me. I want to explore you more, take things a little further each time."

A wave of pleasure washed over her at the thought of more evenings like this.

"Tonight I'm going to fuck you whilst you are bound," he continued, "I'm going to bend you over that bed and slide my cock into you."

She moaned.

He stroked down her arms and pulled them behind her, binding her with rope. It was uncomfortable but she stayed still, her cunt aching painfully.

"Tonight we are both going to get our basic needs met, but next time, we'll explore further."

She didn't quite understand what he meant but gasped as he grabbed her hair and walked her forward, the leash fell and he ignored it. She was able to speak if she needed to.

"Down."

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

He pushed her forward onto the bed and she fell with a cry, head and shoulders down, trying to find a comfortable position as he moved behind her, lifting her hips up and moving her thighs apart. He was so strong and she felt helpless in this position, heart beating fast.

His tongue lapped at her, frustratingly gently as she struggled to stay in this position. She couldn't move, couldn't beg, only stay and feel. He stopped and she whimpered, wanting more, needing his touch, needing to be fucked.

"Want me to fuck you?"

She couldn't nod, only try to get out a yes.

"I don't think you want it enough."

She wanted to scream, yes, she wanted it!

"I'll help you," she felt something cold on her clit and then unexpected pain as something pinched down on the base of her clit. She screamed and thrashed, nearly falling sideways but he held her tightly in place as she adjusted to the sensations.

She heard a condom wrapper rip and as she knelt there, pain and pleasure competing for dominance within her she tried to calm her breathing.

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over a year ago

"Does it hurt?" He ran a finger down her back.

"Yes" she shouted muffled in the quilt.

"Let me help with that."

She heard the click of a switch and buzzing and before she could catch a breath to beg him not to, he put a small vibrator on her clit.

She arched and screamed as pleasure shot through her followed quickly by pain from the clamp. Oh Fuck!

He moved it away and put her upright, "I can see I'm going to have to tie you open."

She could barely think at this point, only desperate for him to do that again but without the clamp.

"Please" she begged, "Please take the clamp off."

He chuckled, "No, I'm going to make you cum with it on and if you don't cum, I'll just keep going until you run out of breath to scream."

Her eyes rolled back as pleasure hit her at the thought of this. it stopped him as he struggled to maintain his own composure. He wanted nothing more than to slide into her right now, but like her, he enjoyed the tease.

Rope wrapped around her ankles and thighs and waist, her arousal dipping and the pain of the clamp now starting to be more noticeable. Soon her was finished and there was no way she was going to be able to move away. He gave no warning as he touched the vibe to her clit again, taking pleasure in her screams and how she shook.

As she thrashed, she lost sense of her surroundings only that she needed him inside her, needed to cum, unable to fall of that peak as sensations overwhelmed everything. When he moved the vibe away he pushed deep insider her and she screamed in pleasure again. There was no gentleness as he thrust hard and deep each time, getting faster and faster. She could barely breath, feeling him slamming into her and her breath became more raggedly she felt that telltale sign, her cunt clenched and she cried out as orgasm overtook her and she shook.

He heard and felt her and cried out too as he came deep inside her, gripping her tightly until he couldn't hold himself up, both of them shaking and panting. Another time he might have tried the vibe on her clit again but for now, he was sated.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

As the fantasy unfolded in her head, she had moved the vibe down to her clit, squeezing her legs tightly together, imagining the scenario, feeling the sensations, fully immersed in her fantasy as she came loudly on her bed.

Lying there, wet and still struggling to catch her breath, she wished it were reality, longing for someone to be the dominant she needed but for now, she resigned herself to fantasy. Basking in the glow of an orgasum and holding the rest of the day at bay.

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By *asterslittlewhoreCouple
over a year ago

Edinburgh

Wow

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Wow

Thank you. Hope you enjoy my other writings too.

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By *ohn Wilson96Man
over a year ago

from inside your wardrobe

Very very very good, loved it. I hope there is more. I could be wrong but I'd say this was written from experience

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Very very very good, loved it. I hope there is more. I could be wrong but I'd say this was written from experience "

Thank you. Some experience, some fantasy. Not saying which is which.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Lying there, she reached across and picked up her phone, wondering if she should start to look around. Not wanting to rush, but looking for someone she could connect with.

When she checked her messages, she saw one from him, "Thank you. Come to mine tonight. Wear heels, stockings and a long coat and nothing else. When you get here, stand in the living room and put on the blindfold."

She felt her body react as heat suffused her. She wasn't sure she could do this but after her daydream and wank thinking of him, she wondered if the reality would be as good as the fantasy.

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By *oss25Man
over a year ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

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By *hocko87Man
over a year ago

dublin

omg what a horny read i had to read the entire story . fuuuucccckkk mmmeeee pppiiinnnkk

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"omg what a horny read i had to read the entire story . fuuuucccckkk mmmeeee pppiiinnnkk "

Lol. Erm...thanks.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Thank you as ever.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

She distracted herself during the day, wondering if she could really do this. Really go wearing so little to a stranger's house. Especially after it had started so poorly. Thoughts ran through her mind, what if the car breaks down, what he doesn't like the look of me naked, what if there's more than just him there... She dropped him a few messages, fully expecting him to give up but he reassured and somehow, despite her shyness and fears, she found herself driving to his that evening wearing heels, stockings and a long coat.

The door was open and she could hear him in the next room. She found the living room, put her coat over the couch and stood near the open fire, enjoying the heat and the flames. She saw the blindfold and remembered that she was supposed to put it on. She stood there, ears pricked, hoping she hadn't made a big mistake.

When he came into the room and ran a single finger down her back, she melted. No, this wasn't a mistake.

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