He Indulges My Sexual Needs
He slides one hand between my legs and wanks me till I come.
He straddles my head, puts the tip of his penis in my mouth to
get it wet, grabs my legs and pulls them over my head and pushes inside me.
My doorbell rings, and I sleepily open the door for him.
As soon as I’ve closed the front door he pushes me up against
it and kisses me. He was attending a kinky-play party; he tastes
like rum and is a little bit drunk.
He pulls my camisole down and begins fondling and sucking on my
breasts. He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me to
my knees, takes out his penis and I start going down on him.
After a few minutes, he has me stand up, turn around, and bend over,
and enters me from behind. I really did not have this in mind when
I agreed he could come over to sleep, but it quickly feels good
and I am into it. I wonder if any of my neighbors are awake and can
hear anything as I am being banged against my front door.
He’s snuggled against me. He’s half awake and begins to fondle
my breasts again. He’s always good for a morning romp.
He slides one hand between my legs and touches me until I come.
After I’ve recovered he straddles my head, puts the tip of his
penis in my mouth to get it wet, then grabs my legs and pulls
them over my head and slides inside me. I enjoy looking up at this
face in this position. He comes and we sleep for a few more hours.
Taxi uptown to his place. He tells me to spread my legs and strokes
me. Once inside I sit on the sofa and he unzips and removes my boots.
We stare intensely into each other’s eyes. If you could have sex
with someone with your eyes, then Dom No. 1 and I would have
perfected that by now. The moment he enters me is the most
satisfying answer to the buildup that’s been happening for hours.
I wrap my legs around him and dig my nails into his back.
He does 90 percent of the talking while we have sex.
We both fall onto the bed in recovery mode before he props
himself up on an elbow. I run my fingers through his hair.
I can never resist playing with it. I have extra energy and
wish out loud for my vibrator to knock off a really deep orgasm.
Inside, he unzips my boots, has me kneel in front of him and tells
me to undress him. As I do, I tell him I’d like him to do something
for me. I want him to leave me with marks so I have something to
look at while he’s away.
He removes his belt, tells me to bend over the
bed and starts hitting my butt with the belt,
which really stings.
After five, my skin is on fire but I can tolerate it.
I’ve had much worse before. He touches me briefly,
then says he’s giving me another five. I cry out in
pain after this second set.
He gets on top of me and tells me how I am his
perfect possession, and he will let other men
have sex with me so he can watch.
Whether this will ever happen in reality is not the point;
he knows this type of talk sends me over the edge.
He comes loudly.love how vocal he is, it’s so satisfying.
We doze for half an hour.
I pour him a beer and open a bottle of red for me. It’s not long
before he coaxes my head into his lap. I go down on him until
he comes, and he spanks me while I suck.
We chat for a while, and soon he has me bent over the sofa as he
continues to spank me. I’m still a little sore from the belting
the night before and I instinctively put a hand out to stop him.
He grabs my arm and pins it behind my back and continues
spanking me before he enters me. Then he fucks me.
He requests rope. I bring him a jumbled ball of it. He
chastises me for keeping it in such messy condition.
I watch him sort through the various strands of rope.
I love how methodical he is. He ties the rope around
my torso and breasts.
When he is satisfied with the results he has me bend
back over the couch and we have sex again, him holding
the rope in one hand, with the other digging into my hip.
Afterwards I have him take a photo of the rope work
on my back and I send the photo to Dom No. 1. I
know he’ll like it.