Candee knew she was in trouble when she first met Chad. He was a tall and muscular, good-looking young man who worked part-time as a gym trainer when he wasn’t a driving instructor. She had guessed correctly in thinking that he was probably as large down there as he was everywhere else. Now she was enjoying the fullness of his thick member pushing deep inside her while his big hands secured her lithe, petite body. His romantic sex made her feel safe with Chad, not only physically but also with the knowledge that it was just a fling. Both of them had partners and agreed up front that this situation could not be repeated. Once they had connected physically, however, they both knew that there was a good chance of breaking that promise. After all, Candee still had three more remedial driving lessons to take for excessive speeding.
When the police had caught up with Candee, she thought that she could get away with it by acting sweet and batting her eyelids as she had done in the past. Showing a little cleavage had often helped her too, but this time the cop wasn’t paying attention to her flirtatious ways and instead gave her a ticket that caused the suspension of her license. The only way out was to pay the fine and take four lessons designed for reckless drivers. At first she’d felt mortified for having been caught speeding for the fifth time in the past six months, but Chad quickly reassured her that she was far from the worst offender. He promised to get her back on the road as quickly as possible.
“You have to stop being so zippy!” said Chad, smiling at her.
“I know,” said Candee, “But, there’s only so much time in a day.”
From the very first lesson, they started flirting. Chad told her how happy he was that she’d been busted by the cops. Otherwise, he’d never have met her. Candee told him jokingly that she was pleased to have a big strong man taking care of her. As is often the case with joking around, there were elements of truth showing through. Chad loved Candee’s dirty blond hair and her pretty face as well as her tiny frame. Most of all, he loved her cheekiness. He could tell she was the kind of girl who enjoyed life to its fullest, even if that occasionally meant her getting into trouble. Candee liked Chad’s calmness and focus. He was obviously someone who acted cautiously and deliberately; quite the opposite of her. She felt like he brought her down to earth a little, whereas he was enjoying her carefree approach to everything, including her driving. After an hour of theoretical training, they took to the road.
They’d only just pulled onto the freeway when Candee put her foot down, lunging the car forward until they were doing 70 mph. Chad immediately told her to slow down, to which she responded that she was only ten over the limit and that she’d never been stopped for so little. He insisted that if she was going to learn then she would have to listen. He then told her to pull off at the next exit. She took the next exit and parked in a lay-by.
“Listen,” said Chad, “I know that ten over isn’t much, even though it was nearer fifteen, but you need to obey the rules of the road, not what you can get away with.”
Candee knew that he was right, but she didn’t like the way he’d told her off. Even with his charming looks and soothing voice, he’d made her feel like a silly schoolgirl and she wasn’t going to let him get away with that.
“Were you scared?” she said defiantly.
“No, I wasn’t scared,” Chad responded quietly.
He reached over and took her by the hand, holding it between his and looking her straight in the eyes. Under any other circumstances, Candee would have pulled her hand away violently and told him not to touch her, but Chad had taken her hand with such ease and he seemed so sincere that she just let him continue. It was at that moment she realized that she wanted him. She wanted to lean over and kiss him, but that would have been too much, too soon.
“You’re here for a reason, Candee,” he said, “And while you’re with me you have to abide by my rules. Once you’ve passed the test you’re on your own, but for now you’re my responsibility.”
“Does that responsibility include holding my hand?” Candee asked coyly.
Chad looked down at his hands as though he had no idea what she was talking about. He suddenly realized that he was doing, and let go of her hand abruptly.
“I’m sorry!” he said, blushing.
Candee’s mind was racing as they got back onto the freeway. She did all that was possible to stick to the speed limit while Chad sat quietly beside her. She glanced over at him, seeing that the redness was finally wearing off his cheeks. She knew that she had to act quickly if she was going to have her way. Her body was aching for him.
“Do you treat all of your female customers like that?” said Candee.
“No, of course not,” Chad responded, “I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Candee continued, “It was very caring of you.”
“Thank you,” Chad answered softly.
Candee decided to make a move. Even though Chad was a strong young man and a determined instructor, she felt that he needed a bit of help to get from mild flirtation to concrete action.
“If I’m honest,” said Candee, “The way you handled the situation made me wet.”
Chad looked over at her, wondering if he had really heard what she’d just said. She smiled back at him.
“Does that surprise you?” she asked.
“I guess not,” he answered, “I must admit I find you very attractive too, but I’m engaged.”
“I’m married,” said Candee, laughing, “What the heck!”
She took the next exit and pulled up in front of a luxury hotel, her heart beating wildly. She knew that what she was doing was crazy, but she wanted Chad badly. He was so charming and gentle, and yet rugged and strong. She wanted to give herself to him. Chad didn’t say a word until she turned off the engine and was about to open the door.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, “I mean, we’re both in a relationship.”
“Well, I’m not going to tell him and if you’re not going to tell her then we’ll just keep it to ourselves, OK?” Candee exclaimed as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I won’t say a thing,” Chad responded, hardly believing his luck at having found such a girl.
They checked in and made their way to their room. There was no time for champagne or other light refreshments. They were there for just one thing: rampant sex. After some brief but passionate kissing, Candee unbuttoned her jeans and kicked them off. Following her lead, Chad took his off too and went to join her on the divan.
Candee was already so wet that she slid her panties aside and started fingering herself, while Chad sat behind her, running his hands over her petite tanned body. She leaned back to let him kiss her over her shoulder while she played with her pussy, slipping two fingers inside. She loved the feel of his big masculine hands running over her breasts, at first rubbing the silk material over her nipples and then directly cupping her breasts as the shirt fell to the side. He breathed excitedly as he kissed her neck, smelling her delicate perfume and slipping his index finger into her mouth. She sucked his finger in anticipation of something bigger.
Chad explored her body while she flicked her clitoris. She almost came from the touch of his fingers roving over her taut tummy and down to her thighs, letting out little moans of pleasure. She could hardly believe that just fifteen minutes previously they had been sitting in the car together, two strangers who had only just met and yet were drawn together like magnets.
She turned around and felt his cock through his briefs. Just as she had suspected, he was well-endowed. She knew she was in for a treat, but first of all, she wanted to pleasure him. After giving him a delicate kiss, she pulled his briefs to one side and knelt down to taste his thick meat. Chad watched in awe while she ran her tongue over his erect rod, darting her tongue over the head and then taking it into her mouth. He loved the feel of her soft lips embracing his member while she played with it, running her hand up and down the girth and then playing with his balls. He put his hand gently on her neck to encourage her, stroking her nape in appreciation of the pleasure she was giving him.
Candee ran her lips down the length of Chad’s rod, licking and then sucking his balls, first one and then the other. He’d never experienced anything quite like it. She was teasing him to such an extent that all he could do was to moan and watch. He thought he was going to explode in her mouth when she paused and leaned forward to kiss him. He sat up and helped her remove her shirt, kissing her breasts one by one and running his hands over her torso. She was so petite and so sexy, he was afraid she might have trouble with the size of his cock, but that didn’t deter Candee.
She stood off the divan with her back to him, while he pulled down her panties. She lowered herself gently onto his member, holding it to guide it inside her. She let out a moan, realizing that he was larger than any man she’d ever had before. She could hardly believe how big he was. Still, she wanted him inside her. At first she rode him halfway, feeling his stiff throbbing cock stretching her tight pussy, but after a few moments she managed to let him enter her completely. He held her by the waist, guiding her while she delighted at feeling his thick meat filling her. Within a minute, she was bouncing up and down on him until she came, moaning loudly.
They switched positions on the divan, with her lying down and him taking her from behind. Candee rolled over onto her tummy, with Chad following her movement while she raised her butt in the air, fucking her doggy-style. He pumped hard, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. The sight of her beautiful back, her slim waist, and perfectly rounded buttocks was too much to handle. She came for a second time, feeling his cock swelling inside her.
Chad took her around the waist and pulled her around into the same position as before, with her sitting on his lap, facing away from him. She rode his rod wildly, the two of them moaning with excitement. Just before he came, he pulled out and laid her over his leg, spraying his thick, sticky cum on her stomach all the way up to her breasts. Candee gasped at the feeling of his ejaculate touching her. She turned to kiss him.
“Same time next week?” she said, laughing.
“Only if you’re on your best behavior,” Chad responded, smiling.
THE END

Have you ever dreamed of fucking a total stranger? I have. It’s my most common sexual fantasy. When I lie awake at night with Liam fast asleep beside me, and touch myself as I try to doze off, the image in my head is of a suited stranger taking a fancy to me in the corridor of a glitzy hotel. He’s dressed to the nines, like James Bond in a casino, but wearing one of those gorgeous old-fashioned masquerade masks so I can’t see his face. His lips, beneath the curve of the mask, are playful but wicked. His hands are strong and rough. As I strut past him in six-inch heels, sashaying in a way that I hope might catch his attention, he taps me on the shoulder…
I’ve seen him so many times in my fantasies, this man. The shoulder-tap is just the start of it. When I respond by turning to him, he whispers ‘sh’ before looking this way and that down the corridor to check that no one’s coming. Then he presses his palm to my mouth to keep me quiet, shoves me against the wall, and lifts my skirt so he can fuck me quick and dirty right there in the corridor.
Liam knows I have this fantasy. It’s the first one I ever told him when we were getting to know each other. He’s easy to open up to like that. For some reason, everything just felt right with Liam, even on our first ever date. With other men I’d have felt far too forward about sharing that kind of story. But with him? His cheeky grin and playful teasing made it feel so natural to share. That’s why, when he asked about my fantasy shag, I didn’t brush him off with ‘oh, you know: kinky but caring, with a powerful guy and maybe a bit of light spanking’ or something equally saucy but vague. I just told him directly:
“I dream of being taken by a masked stranger, in the corridor of a hotel. He’ll tap me on the shoulder, push me up against the wall, then unzip and plunge inside my eager cunt while I gasp with shock at the speed of it.”
Perhaps the reason I felt safe enough to tell him was that he’d shared a similar story of his own: wanting to kneel before a masked woman, kissing her feet and licking her clit while she gripped his hair tight and pulled him closer. And maybe the reason I felt safe enough to actually act out this fantasy was because… well… Liam didn’t greet me with shame or leeriness or jokes. He just looked me dead in the eye as I told him every detail, mouth slightly open like he was in awe of the picture I was painting in his mind’s eye. I’d imagined everything. The colour of the masks. The opulence of the hotel. The length of the hem on my dress—short, very short, almost enough to show the curve of my buttocks as I swung my hips when I strolled down the corridor. I even laid out for Liam the way the masked stranger would make me suck on his fingers, coating them with saliva before he slipped them inside my equally-wet hole.
He had some input into the fantasy too, of course: I love when he worships my pussy, so it was no hardship to start writing that into the ‘plot’ of the story I would play inside my head at night while I was masturbating. In fact, by combining his desires with my own the scenario got all the richer and more intense. The erotic roleplay story we constructed together was even more powerful than what we’d originally shared. And whispering extra moves and details to each other while we fucked made it more delicious too—we were now co-conspirators. Scriptwriters, maybe? For a porn film we couldn’t wait to star in.
Having done all this groundwork, and used the ‘masked stranger’ as a jumping off point for so much dirty talk, when the invite to a genuine, real-life masked ball dropped onto the doormat… well… it felt like fate! We sat down in front of the computer and shopped for those gorgeous Venetian masks like horny teenagers trying to buy condoms and lube. Flushed with excitement. Aching with anticipation. Desperate for the week of the party to roll round so we could act out the fantasy for real.
The night we made our role play story come true was the hottest of my life. I can say that with ease, because there was no detail I would have changed—even the moments of spontaneity melded perfectly into the masked-stranger scenario, and Liam played his role to utter, sublime, ridiculously hot perfection.
First, we get dressed up for the party. I put on a gorgeous figure-hugging sparkly dress, which drapes perfectly on my hips and bottom. As per my dream, it is short. I only need to bend over a tiny amount for Liam to see the pale, soft flesh of my bum poking out from beneath it. The neckline is high, to draw even more attention to what’s going on below. Liam looks dashing and almost intimidatingly handsome—clad all in black with a white skull-type mask to provide contrast to his outfit. I’ve always been a sucker for a man in a black shirt, but a man whose muscles fill that shirt with taut, hard, brute strength is the absolute peak of beauty. His broad shoulders make the cotton taut, as his semi-tumescent dick does the same to his crotch… I can barely tear my eyes off him as I try to adjust my mask in the mirror.
He helps me put it on, while kissing my neck and letting me respond in kind. I adore doing this, and the fact that we’re genuinely getting ready for a party means I have an excuse to do it. We play like this briefly, but my blood is thumping hot in my veins and I can barely wait for what comes next. Kissing him in the mask does something primal to me. It’s like all my disbelief is suspended, and Liam has disappeared, to be replaced by this total stranger—one who’s stroking my back and gripping the meat of my arse through my sparkly dress. A man I don’t know from Adam, but who clearly wants me so badly he’s willing to follow me as I lead him to the wall of the hallway and nudge him up against it for a deeper, more passionate snog.
Then he flips me round and I swear my clit thuds—like a heartbeat. This is the moment that my whole masturbation scenario hinges upon. That shove against the wall. The intensity of feeling trapped by a stranger, with the knowing sluttery of understanding how willingly I am subjecting myself to his mercy. Even in heels I am on my tiptoes, kissing him back with fervour as he buries his hand beneath my skirt and rubs firmly at my clit through my knickers.
The next part is spontaneous, something so hot that I hadn’t even thought of it before, to wrap into my own personal daydreams—Liam hooks my left leg around his waist and reaches behind me, fingering me from the back while I press myself tight up against him. Something about it is so commanding that it makes my knees go weak and I almost topple over. Luckily he’s holding me so securely in his arms, and as our masks quite literally drop—clattering down onto the polished wood floor—he takes me to the sofa by the opposite wall and helps me get settled. Just in time, because the heat of the foreplay and the power of his intense gaze now we’re both unmasked threatens to have me swooning before I’ve ever had the chance to let him release the stiffening erection that’s tenting the crotch of his trousers.
The second he lies me on the sofa, my legs are wide open like a slut begging him to kiss me where my cunt throbs between them—I know exactly what’s coming next, and I can barely contain my excitement. He kneels between my legs and slides down my tiny black panties, exposing my hairy pussy and kissing the inside of my thighs, teasing me with what is to come. He loves that I don’t shave, and I adore that he loves that—it feels so much better when he buries his face in me, just like he’s about to… And then, in the low light of the corridor, he bows his head and starts to plant flickery, sucking kisses on my clitoris with his tongue. Oh. Oh. He is so good at this. I try to tune out the memory of how fabulously Liam has worshipped my cunt in the past, and instead remember that tonight he is a stranger—just a man I ran into in the corridor of a glitzy hotel at this masked ball, who happens to have an instinctive knowledge of exactly how to make me moan and squeal. I throw one of my legs over his shoulder, grab his hair with my hands, and all but hump against his face as he delivers me such targeted, skilful pleasure. As he flutters his tongue harder against my clit I cry out in a cross between ecstasy and angst—I’m close to coming but I don’t want to just yet. I need him to fuck me first. When he comes up to kiss me again, I can taste myself on his lips and feel movement between us as his hand makes its way with urgency to his own crotch.
Liam releases his rigid heavy dick from his tight black trousers, and removes his shirt at the same time—impossibly hard abs serve only to emphasise how marble-hard his dick has become to match, and I take it into my mouth, allowing myself to lean in to the role-play of it all. Telling myself in my head that this stranger must think me such a dirty slut, being so greedy for his cock, so grateful to him for choosing me as his target for this sordid liaison. As if he can read my mind, as I begin to suck, Liam puts both of his hands on the back of my head, like he’s making the most of the eager throat this strange, horny woman has offered to him on a platter. He’s moaning and gasping and dispensing such welcome praise that I redouble my efforts—he’s got length as well as girth and I try so hard to swallow as much of him as possible. All the while telling myself what a dirty girl I am, being facefucked by this semi-naked stranger in a corridor where anyone could walk by! The very thought of it makes my cunt gush, and Liam—in character as my hot stranger—murmurs “oh yeah… oh yeah… oh yeah” as if he’s daring someone to come and see what’s happening. And that makes me even wetter still.
It’s time, I simply have to have him take me now. I’ve always been proud of my perfect, pert bum, and I’m delighted by how much Liam… I mean ‘my stranger’ … appreciates it too. So I turn round, and bare it at him, arching my back and taking up position on the sofa. On my knees, with my back arched and my cunt presented to him like a dog in heat, I can check in just over my shoulder to see how he prepares me with his fingers before pressing the taut head of his prick right up against my slit. It feels so good, that moment—second only to coming, it’s my favourite part of sex. The slight pressure as the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to my pussy gives resistance, then the pop of his dick nudging past that and sliding in.
This stranger is now inside me. That’s how the narrative in my head plays out, commentating my wantonness as if a crowd of strangers really is whispering about this horny bitch in a hotel corridor and how quickly she let this suited man peel off her knickers and ravish her on the couch. He clearly can’t believe his luck that this pretty, horny slut is letting him take her right then and there! What a harlot! Who knows who might walk in at any moment? Anyone could see!
I kneel up slightly and lean back so it’s easier for this keen mystery man to kiss the back of my neck, and run his hands all the way up my body as he delivers firm, short strokes with his fabulous cock. I realise I’m not just moaning, I’m practically squealing at points as I make the most of feeling totally at his mercy. When he strokes all the way up from my thighs, past my stomach, to cup my tits as he slams it in, I am practically quivering on the edge of coming already. Liam always knows how to get me there, but this time I’m on my way so much faster than I normally would be—it’s the combination, I think. The psychological hotness of imagining him as someone I’ve only just met melded with the pure physical intensity of being fucked exactly how I like it, with everything converging on my own orgasm like a kind of magnetic pull.
We switch positions so that I can touch myself while he fucks: him gripping my thighs, then my waist, and my shoulders and arms and everything as I focus on rubbing my clit with wet fingers, and letting those ‘yeahs’ escape my open mouth between gasps. I am absolutely dripping now, hearing as well as feeling those tight, slick thrusts of his shaft plunging into me. I look up at him and the sight of his taut biceps and shoulders almost tips me over the edge too, I am getting off on the sheer power in his limbs and the memory of how he used that strength to shove me up against the wall of that low-lit corridor.
My moans start to get louder—and higher—almost as if the tone of them mirrors how swiftly I’m building towards that pleasurable peak. My fingertips busily rubbing at the aching bud of my clit and his iron-hard dick filling me up and pressing at exactly the right place inside, pushing my g-spot as if to nudge me closer and closer to coming. The sight of his body and the memory of him playing the masked stranger at the start of this wonderful evening. The memory of every wank I’ve had to this scenario, and the blooming rush of joy and horn and pleasure that comes when I recognise just how perfectly that dream has been fulfilled and … ahhhh… I’m coming. A cacophony of ‘yeah’s rise in duet with his guttural panting as I keep rubbing and he keeps fucking, riding out each and every spasm and wave of my climax. Twitching and gasping and utterly sated, my cunt pulses around his dick as he pulls out.
But he’s not done yet—oh no. My stranger insists on having his own fantasy fulfilled too. With a focused determination that makes my whole body resonate with sexy shivers, he rubs at his own fuck-wet cock as I continue to touch myself. Stroke after stroke—those muscles popped and straining at the fervent way he beats at his glorious dick until… ahhhh. His turn now too. Mirroring my own, he splashes the first load of cum all over my exposed pussy, then the next and the next. Draining himself—no, pouring himself out onto me as if marking his territory. I can hear the little grunts in the back of his throat as each wave of it hits, and watch his downcast eyes as he drinks in the sight of my wet, hairy pussy getting covered in the evidence of his own powerful orgasm.
Afterwards, the stranger is gone and my Liam is back. And I’m grateful for the soft kisses and full-body, skin-on-skin cuddles that he dispenses as aftercare. We murmur to each other in gratitude, congratulating ourselves on fulfilling this desire so powerfully. And even as we’re winding down I know that this day will live on. It will be in my brain forever, the memory of what we did tonight. And at the party I’ll be thinking of it as I watch my Liam—my masked stranger for-the-night—make small talk and drink with other attendees.
They’ll laugh with him and smile and I’ll join in the conversation. But it will be impossible to stop my mind wandering back to that fantasy. Remembering how he took me in the corridor, and the urgency with which he fucked me. When I go to bed tonight, as I touch myself in the darkness, I’ll imagine what those partygoers might whisper to each other if they’d happened to stumble on our scene:
Did you hear what she did with that man? What that wanton slut did with a masked stranger in the corridor? She lay there with her thighs spread wide as he painted her cunt with his spunk.
The End

The table was wood. Solid, sturdy, immobile. The gloves were silk. Black, long, and sheer. The chains resting on the table were polished steel, with small clamps on each end. The room was dark, with no windows. Only a single light shone from the ceiling overhead. It was, all in all, a dungeon, yet somehow it felt warm and inviting. As unfamiliar as it were, it was a room where she couldn’t help but feel like she belonged.
A slight shiver ran through her as she ran her fingers over the top of the dark wood table where her body was about to lay. She moved her gloved hands over the set of long chains as if caressing an object of great value. She picked up the chains and tested each of the clamps. Another shiver ran through her as she carefully set them back down. The clamps, like every object in the room, were soon to be used to torment her in ways she once only dreamed of… to bring exquisite pleasure to her entire body.
And slight pain.
She was aware that to achieve such heightened levels of pleasure she first needed to accept the sensations that came with it. Accept the pain she would, eagerly, knowing that on the other side of that intense sensation a divine experience of supreme pleasure awaited her body… an experience she had waited so long to achieve.
Finally, the time had come.
~
She crawled up on the table, as she had been instructed. She wore all black— a lace bra, the long gloves, and stockings that ran up her legs and crisscrossed at her hips, revealing her neat shaved pussy underneath. A perfect ensemble for what was about to come, she hoped.
She remained on the table for no more than a moment when a slight sound startled her. She glanced up as the only door to the small dark room opened. Her hand reached beneath her for the sturdiness of the table. A tremble of fear passed through her as a handsome, stern male with short brown hair and piercing eyes entered the room. He wore polished shoes, a crisp shirt and a dark grey suit that might’ve fit in at a banker’s meeting. He was no banker.
The older gentleman slowly approached the table. She smiled at him, trying to ease the tension of this first moment of their meeting. He did not return her smile. His steely gaze sent another tremble through her body. Despite knowing she was safe, she still felt vulnerable. With that vulnerability came a deep sense of trepidation as to her decision to finally go through with this. Her eyes darted to the dark walls, and the outline of the room’s single door. She knew the room to be soundproof, and there was no way out other than the door from which the gentleman had entered. A door she knew was now locked behind him. She let out a breath, trying to keep her body from shaking. She could do this, she was certain.
The rules were simple. After they began she was to be tied down. She would be unable to move, or to call for help. There was a safe word, of course, but she had no intention of using it. She intended to surrender fully to this stranger standing before her, who was to torture and tease her body in any manner he saw fit before allowing her to experience the pleasure she so desperately craved.
The idea thrilled her to no end.
She was not a submissive woman, by any means. She much preferred to take the lead in lovemaking, and men rarely objected when she had her way with them. She was a skilled lover, and enjoyed the thrill of holding a man down as she took his cock between her lips, or climbed on top of him and ground her sensual body onto his. She always took care of her lovers’ needs, and never had any complaints. She knew how to take care of her own needs as well.
This was different.
Her needs were part of this experience, but her needs were secondary to what was about to happen. Her lover may let her climax, or he may keep her on edge the entire night after teasing and tormenting her body. She had no idea what he might choose. Watching the older man staring at her, with his steely eyes drinking in her very soul, she feared he might opt to do just that—tease her endlessly, bringing her body to an edge she might never be able to cross. The thought scared her, but also brought her immense excitement.
She’d heard about such a place where bondage fantasies could be brought to life. There were no limits to the types of erotic encounters one could experience at a place like this. When she first toured the facility, she did so as merely a voyeur… a spectator to the erotic side of life. She truly had no intention of ever partaking in anything kinky, or submissive. Then, as these things often do, this changed.
She found she grew bored of dating, and the men that found their way to her bedroom. “Spank me!” she’d demand. “Pull my hair!” she’d beg. They often did little more than present a love tap on her perfect little bottom.
She needed more.
She craved more.
It wasn’t always the men to blame. Society had long been scolding men for so much as glancing at a woman. Asking a woman on a date was even a thing of the past. Women were not objects to be seduced, they were equal in every manner to men, as women should have been since the beginning of time.
Yet, a part of her yearned for that primal male to dominate her… to tell her what to do. To yes—gasp! Spank her and tease her, and even deny her an orgasm until she begged for it. In essence, she longed to be treated like a whore…
After many sleepless nights dreaming of being tied down and taken by a complete stranger, she had decided to go ahead with her fantasy. She selected something simple, an encounter with a single man, who would dominate her, and force her to submit to him. She had agreed to let him do whatever he chose with her body, with only one request—she wanted to be tied down.
She didn’t know what exactly it was about the idea of her body being tied down on a table spread-eagle, her wrists and ankles bound with rope, but she grew impossibly wet at the very idea. Maybe it was the feeling of being displayed on some sacrificial altar, like a virgin to be taken in some dark ritual. Or maybe it was the idea of being pushed down on a teacher’s desk, her knickers thrust down to her ankles as a sexy, older professor thrust his cock into her quivering quim. Or maybe her sex fantasy involved a sexy executive chef, casting aside the chopped vegetables he was preparing for dinner from his freshly oiled butcher block, and bending her over and taking her from behind as she screamed out in ecstasy.
She truly had no idea what made her so aroused thinking about being taken in such a manner upon a wooden table such as the one she was laying on, but she loved it.
The idea that her body was to be on full display, and she could do nothing to stop her lover from having her in any manner he chose drove her wild with desire. She didn’t care to know precisely why this was her ultimate fantasy… she only cared that it was finally about to come true.
~
Her name was Elena. The man who was slowly circling the table and eyeing her supine form was named George, although she knew this not to be his real name. Real names were never used in such a place. George was tall, powerful, and methodic in his journey around the table, surveying his subject, like a painter admiring his muse. His heels echoed as he stepped across the dark stone floor, his eyes never leaving her face. Elena’s body quivered, her nipples hardening into diamond stones merely from his gaze.
George completed his circle around the table, then paused near her feet. He picked up a piece of dark rope and dragged it over her leg. Without a word, he took her foot in his hand. Slowly he began to wind the rope around her ankle. She let out a slow breath and shifted her weight back onto her hands, allowing him to do his work. George took his time. He bound one leg to the edge of the table, then the other, until her legs were spread open, unable to move. Laying her head back, he took her wrists above her head and began to bind them in a similar manner. He took his time as he wrapped the thick rope around her wrists several times. Elena tested the strength of the bonds. She knew once the knots were secured there would be no way she could raise her arms, or move her body. She would be completely tied down, unable to move… unable to call anyone for help.
She was at the mercy of this complete stranger… exactly as she wished.
It was finally happening.
She was finally going to be taken… she was going to be taken, helpless and naked on a table by a complete stranger.
~
Elena knew she was beautiful, and knew full well how to use her sexuality to seduce any man she chose. Tall, with dark, raven hair, luscious lips, and deep brown eyes that could capture the heart of any man, she didn’t simply turn heads when she entered a room… she caused men to lose all concentration when she walked by, rendering them powerless to her beauty. This experience was not about seduction… it was about submission, and she wished to learn all there was to learn.
Elena allowed George to finish binding her wrists. He removed her bra and squeezed her breasts hard, giving her a brief tease of what was to come. She stared up at the ceiling as his hands moved over her body… over her bare breasts… over her neck, her mouth and lips. She extended her tongue, wetting his fingers with her saliva as he pushed them into her mouth. She licked his fingers as if she were licking his cock, perhaps showing him that she, too, was capable of providing exquisite pleasure. He withdrew his fingers and pushed her wrists above her head then finished securing them to the table. Elena tested her bonds. She was now completely tied down, unable to move.
George moved to the end of the table near her feet. He picked up a solid steel chain and dragged it over her legs, and across the insides of her thighs. She gasped as the cold metal brushed over her pubic hair, and between her lips. She arched her back, trying to force more attention to her intimate area. She yearned to be touched, but her movements had no effect on George. He moved the chains slowly up her body toward her breasts. She bit her lip. She knew what was coming next.
The clamps.
Elena shivered as the cold metal chain rested on her stomach, followed by the hard, cold pinch of the clamps as they were placed on her nipples. Her body writhed on the table as the blood flowed from her rock-hard nipples. She had barely been touched but her entire body was already on fire. George moved slowly back down between her legs. He bent his head forward and kissed her stomach, then lower. His hands moved over her inner thighs, then gasped as his mouth found her inner lips.
“Oh, God,” she whispered.
She had been instructed not to speak, and feared any punishment that might come as a result. For the moment, she was safe. George’s tongue penetrated her lips, circling her clit in agonizing, tormenting movements. Her entire body quivered. She wrapped her fingers around the ropes binding her wrists and curled her head up, straining to see what her dominant lover was doing. George’s fingers were inside her, his lips and tongue on her pussy… tasting her… teasing her… torturing her.
It was everything she dreamed of, and she was loving every minute of it.
Elena sensed her first orgasm building inside her… like a mighty river surging through her body, searching for an outlet. She feared George would deny her this release, but he allowed her climax to flow through her. With her body unable to move all she could do was hope he continued to pleasure her until the powerful climax could wash over her, and he did. She came hard, thrusting her hips forcefully against his mouth. Her climax subsided and George moved to her side, caressing her thighs and stomach and breasts. He bent down toward her face. Elena inhaled his dark, musty scent as the white stubble of his crisp beard brushed against her cheek. She knew nothing about her lover, nothing at all. She could only hope he was going to touch her in the way she wanted to be touched.
Staring directly into her eyes he pushed his fingers into her. She moaned and arched her back. He fingered her deeply, thrusting inside as far as she could take. Her body tensed. Her fingers and toes flexed. Another orgasm was building inside her. She gritted her teeth. Would he let her come again?
She wanted to push her head up and kiss him, desperately yearning to connect with this complete stranger who was bringing her to such extreme heights of passion, but she was not supposed to do so… just as she was not supposed to speak.
But she couldn’t help it.
“More,” she whispered, begging George to touch her as she needed to be touched. The moment the words escaped her lips, she feared he would stop, and leave her in such a frenzied state.
“Say it again,” he commanded.
“More,” she begged. “Please… more.”
He smiled.
Releasing her head back down he moved back between her legs. Except he didn’t return to French kissing and teasing her with his mouth. Her heart skipped as she heard a buzzing sound. She gasped as he moved a black wand over the sensitive skin of her breasts. George used the device to tease her nipples, both of which were now burning with the lack of blood from the clamps. She had never imagined her breasts and nipples could grow so sensitive. They stung with pain, and they stung with a yearning to be freed from the metal clamps that held them. But she knew they wouldn’t be released.
Not yet.
George moved the vibrator between her legs. The intense sensation nearly overwhelmed her as he thrust the wand between her lips, and dragged it raggedly over her clit. She wanted to cry out—to beg him to stop, but feared if she did, he would do just that.
She didn’t want him to stop.
Not now, not ever.
Her body shook as George pushed the device inside her. She spread her legs. Her ankles strained against the bonds, demanding to be set free, but that was not to happen. Elena was as immobile as she had been when they started.
George removed the device from inside her. He moved back to her side then leaned down and kissed her. Without any hesitation, she kissed him back. A smile escaped her lips. She was finally able to make the connection with her tormentor she so desperately craved. They kissed again, then George moved to release the binds around her wrists and her ankles. Elena moved her arms and legs gingerly, the circulation slowly returning to her body. Next, he removed the nipple clamps. The sweet sting of pleasure shocked her as the blood rushed to her nipples. She moved her hands to her breasts and caressed them as she slowly pushed herself up on the table.
She looked to George, wondering what was to come next.
~
Her desire for submission had been fulfilled. She had endured being completely helpless, and brought to the edge multiple times, orgasming over and over at the talented hands and tongue of her new lover. Now, it was clear to her what needed to be done.
It was her turn to do what she did best.
Elena leaned forward and undid the buckle on George’s belt. She slipped her hand inside his zipper and removed his thick cock from his trousers. Bending forward she took him between her lips. She sucked him eagerly, drawing his cock deep into her mouth as George placed his hands on her back. He let out a deep grunt and she smiled to herself. She sucked him harder, taking his full length between her soft lips.
Giving pleasure was what came naturally to her. Submission had been wonderful, but this was what she enjoyed the most. Twisting her body around to face him, she spread her legs and guided his cock inside her. He entered her swiftly, driving his shaft deep between her lips. She cried out, and arched her back, drawing him into her even more deeply. She lay back, giving him a perfect view as he penetrated her.
Her moans echoed in the small, dark room. She stared up at the ceiling, the single light still shining down on the dark wood table where she had been tied and helpless moments ago. Now, free to move her arms and body, she felt more in control, and more like herself. She pushed herself up and kissed her lover, tasting him as he continued to penetrate her. He thrust back and forth, faster and faster.
Her fantasy of being tied and restrained was complete. Now, she wanted one thing, and one thing only: to explode with her lover’s cock buried deep inside her. She thrust her hips hard against him, taking his cock as deep as she could. This time there were no ropes, no concern her lover would suddenly tear himself away, and leave her hanging. They were going to climax together.
She cried out, coming hard from his thrusting… from the tormenting… from the fantasy of being tied down and completely helpless. All of it rushed through her mind as her body exploded in a final orgasm. George withdrew from her. His cock exploded and his warm semen shot on her skin. She slowly lowered her body back down, once again aware of the wood table beneath her… the table she would never forget.
Elena smiled deeply as George took his leave. She was already planning her next fantasy and wondering just how far she could go into this new world of pleasure and pain, of submission, and of course, of using her body to get what she wanted. That, for her, was always the real fun. Maybe next time she would entertain multiple lovers. How can one command a roomful of men while being tied down, unable to move? It was a challenge, no doubt, but one she was thrilled to embark on in her erotic journey into the world of submission… because she was never truly submitting… she was always in charge.
Always.
The End

My fingers tap, not resisting the temptation to text those keys. Naughty thoughts of sexual energy and spontaneous sex suddenly purge through my brain, and storming into my body through every vein. I feel alive with energy and so giddy with life.
Without a further second to contemplate, I message….
“Are you there?” I ask.
Ah the relief as I don’t have to wait long to see the dots appear like magic on my screen, the symbol that we are connecting.
“Hey babe, oh more than you know!”
My body starts to squirm, and the giddiness builds inside.
“I’m hoping every inch of you is there, wanting me, my mind just won’t settle. Can you meet me, I so need to see you?” I reply.
“I’m already thinking of how I am going to have you. Where will my hands wander first?”
“Ah, it’s sending me crazy, tell me, tell me where will you start? Where will you want to touch me first, feel my body in your hands, you mouth. Lick out my pussy. Take me slowly through the scene I need to picture it, feel you on me before we meet.”
“Oh babe, I’ll bring you close to me. You will sense me standing right behind you. Feel my breath upon your skin. My mouth will be the first to be on your skin, your neck, inhaling and kissing you.”
This was fuelling my brain into crazy spasms but just what I wanted and hoped to hear from my bad boy. How did I find this crazy dude? So big, and masculine, but yet so sensual and alive with passion.
“Press your body against me, I need to feel how hard and firm you are as you hold me pressing my body into you. Can you meet me, back at the house in the next 40 minutes?”
“I will tell you where I want you, you will know as I slide my hand up your throat, pulling your head back into my shoulder, exposing your slim neck for me to enjoy. I’ll be there in 20!”
I couldn’t stop my texting and found somewhere to stop and sit while I focused on the next few messages. How long could it take for me to get to the house? I wasn’t sure exactly where he was, but I knew I could only have been 40 minutes away if I hurried.
“Yes” was all I could manage, desperate to hear more from him.
“What are you wearing, tell me. I want to see you in my mind, know what I am removing and how I will remove each item bit by bit to show off all your body.”
“Slim pencil trousers, a cream blouse, lacy cream underwear, heels.”
“Good, I like you in some lacy underwear, and a blouse I can unbutton and pull out those tits for me. The trousers I will remove, but your shoes you can keep on. Then I will lean you against your kitchen table, slip my hand into those cream lacy panties of yours and let my finger feel your pussy. Are you wet now? I want you wet when I slip my fingers into you and tease your aching clit.”
Oh if only he knew that did the trick, my pussy already easing a trickle of juices onto my panties before he even had his fingers touching me.
“Yes you know how wet I get, just the thought of you touching me.” I messaged.
“As I finger fuck you against your kitchen table, I want to hear you tell me how much you love me fucking you. Tell me. Tell me how you love my fingers finding their way into you pussy, feeling your need and making you moan. Then you will find my mouth full on your sweet lips before eating and licking those tasty honey juices of yours.”
There was no time to delay I hesitated with my next message, desperate to find myself across town and back to the house.
“You want me in you, don’t you? You want to feel me filling you as you spread your legs across the table. Desperate for me.” He responded.
My eyes constantly averting to the screen every chance I had to see what he next had to say. Oh my, each word was creating a craving in me I was struggling to control.
“I want your shirt off, I want to see and feel you naked, your body so gorgeous and ripped, flexing before me.”
The image of him already in my head, that lightly tanned gym toned body, so firm and masculine was all mine to be had in a few minutes.
“Haha, I’ll be naked and all over you my sexy girl, and when I am I’ll have you bending over that table so I can drill into your tight, wet pussy of yours.”
“Hmm I can feel you now before you even arrive, feel how good you are inside me. Ah so need you now. I so crave that horny feeling and how you make me cum so hard. How far away are you?”
“Closer than you think, my dirty sweet girl. I’m so hard for you, I going to hold those hips of yours and get you straddling my cock so I can bounce you up and down my shaft, let me tease your sweet valley before I let you come deep onto me. Your juices flowing down my cock. I will fill all you have to give.”
“Only after I get to feel you in my mouth, tease your cock with my wet soft tongue and lips. I love sucking your cock so tasty and sexy.”
My hands fumbled to get the keys into the door at the moment I felt his presence behind me. My breath paused as his hand came around my waist and pulled me in. He steered me down the hallway to the kitchen, and just as he said, pushed me against the table and I felt his mouth start to kiss my neck, and my texts started to come alive.
THE END

I’ve woken up from the most delicious sexual dream to find myself wet and aching; the tips of my breasts pebbled and your masculine scent stuffed up my nostrils. You’re lying beside me and as the dream ebbs away, there’s just you. Although maybe it was you in my nighttime reverie, since you already fill my days with enough distraction as it is.
You must’ve got back late because I didn’t hear you come in. It’s been a hot night and we’ve both slept naked on top of the covers. Because you weren’t here to fall asleep with, I had to take my panties off to pleasure myself, but the bra is still on. I thought I’d leave that for you to enjoy when you got home—but maybe you were too tired when you got in?
I can’t help but become even more aroused by the sight of your tanned, thick body lying there next to mine, completely at ease as you sleep on your belly.
Shutting my eyes for a second, I briefly remember some of the dream. You were definitely there, and I think I might not have dreamt it, after all. I think a couple of hours ago you slid your finger into my wetness and I came in my sleep, the roughness of your ministrations eliciting such cries from me—that maybe it was or wasn’t real. Who knows? All I know is that whatever did happen, it has left me wanting so much more.
But would I be so wild as to sleep with my pussy on display for you when you got back? Probably. And then would I be so wild as to let you touch me while half-asleep? Almost definitely! Since we trust one another implicitly, this wild love affair of ours having devoured us whole.
I still remember our first date. You were so nervous, as was I, but I think I was probably just a bit better at hiding it. You thought I didn’t want to be kissed at the end of our date—which turned out to be ice skating, which I love—and so I had to make the first move. And after I did, that was it. We went back to my place that night and you couldn’t stop. I didn’t want you to. What made me fall was just how seriously you made it your duty to make sure I was pleasured. That has not changed in all these months and I still can’t get enough.
My love, you stir a little as I stroke your back and I see the corner of your mouth curve up. Am I to believe you never got your fill last night? Or are you greedy?
You rarely give me a chance to enjoy your body, so that’s what I’ll do for now as you continue to lie between awake and asleep. Stroking your firm rear and teasing my fingers along the seam of your butt, that might be because I’m beginning to remember something else from the dream. Or half-asleep foreplay. Whatever it was, it was beautiful.
In my dream/reality, you teased a finger into my bottom and I banged back against your hand, riding you until I came. Then you licked my asshole until I raised my bum high…
Then the dream ended. No!
So, that’s why I’ve woken like this. Our new thing—butt play—has become a little bit of an obsession and I only want more and more.
Impatient, I resort to measures designed to wake you for sure—nibbling and biting your round, firm rear. You groan at that and I can’t help but feel a little victorious. Then as I whisper your name and nibble the skin closer to your anus, you shudder awake and wriggle around. Your full balls are quite the sight between your slightly spread legs and the anticipation of finding out if you’re already hard has me panting.
I no longer feel the cool morning air against my pussy as I lean over, kissing the backs of your thighs. Now I only sense heat and desire, nothing else.
It requires very little effort at all to get you to roll over finally, and fuck if my sexual dream hasn’t come true, because you’re already hard enough to slide straight into me and your slit is shiny with precum.
There’s only one thing I require at the sight of your arousal and it is to taste you, so I do. I devour you. Long, thick and hot, your cock is perfect and yes, that first night, I quickly learned how lucky I was. Not only do you have stamina, but a thick stump, too. What a dream you are! The saltiness of your head and the muskiness of your length leave me breathless, and even as I enjoy the solidity of your cock, I’ve not forgotten about your heavy balls. Clearly unemptied.
So you came home, made sure I came, but you didn’t…
Interesting.
Saving yourself for me?
Too tired?
Or waiting for a special moment?
Sucking your big, full balls, then hoovering your cock again, I can’t help but feel empty and wonder if there might be a world in which there are two of you. So there’d be one to fuck me as I suck another one of you, since merely sucking the hot hardness of your body drives me almost to the edge. Almost.
It’s impossible not to love how easily you reach arousal and how wet and ready I was before I even touched you. I guess that’s the power of being in love.
And in exchange for your ardent devotion—denying yourself last night—I’ll make sure you know just how much I need and want you. Appreciate you. Love you.
Once you’re fully hard, I lean over your broad body, and we kiss. I watch your eyes come alive as though for a while there, you too thought this was a dream. But now you’re awake and seeing again. Your arms wrap around me and you kiss me deeply, very much alert and surprised at the suddenness of this early-morning passion between us.
Climbing onto your solid, hunky body, I can’t wait to get you inside my throbbing, aching pussy. Your nostrils flare because you can smell my sweet nectar. Yes, I’m dripping for you. Still wet from whatever you did to me in the night, and now, even wetter for wanting more and more… that thought driving me insane. Then your eyes turn greedy as I sheathe you inside my tight walls. The fit of your girth is exquisite, a little bit painful at first, but I still can’t wait to ride you recklessly… and so I don’t deny myself. Lifting to the tip, then slamming back down, holy shit you’re good. Too good. Hot, solid and swelling me to excess. Taking my greedy pussy’s demands of you without even a slight grimace. Nor have you ever complained about my endless libido and that’s another reason I can’t help but love you.
Your big hands are on my bottom, encouraging me to take more and more, your strong grip rocking me along the length of your spear. Yet it’s when you softly caress my back up and down, the delicate touch of your fingertips intoxicating as I begin to ride harder, that I lose my senses. Meanwhile, your cock hardens even more, and when you pull my bra cup down to suckle a breast—the sensitivity at my nipple ricochets right into the centre of my belly.
But I give you a look that says I don’t want you to remove the bra. I had plans and they involved me being unwrapped slowly. Now we’ve got ourselves a different, much better situation, in fact—a place in between dreams and reality. And my lingerie being only half present couldn’t represent that better!
Darling, you’re always here whenever I need you and this morning is no different as I use you to fill up my body so I don’t feel so empty. Circling and then crashing down onto you, you take it all, never impatient for it to end. Even with how wet I am, and how naughty it is to hear my body slapping against yours, you don’t try to take your own pleasure before I’ve had enough of you. And there’s plenty of you to enjoy and enjoy you I must.
We switch positions so you can adore me, and I love the feel of your kiss like this as I lie beneath you. It’s something about the way you’re in charge, plus your mouth and tongue are more insistent too with the effects of gravity, and fuck, if I don’t just want to be your prey for the time being.
Sliding back inside me, you fuck me deeper and I swell even more around you, opening for you. Sloshing around between the walls of my now-gaping sex, a feral temper enters your eyes and I let you fuck me how you like. Fast, then slow, deep, then shallow. Selfishly, then carefully. Anything at all. Just give me everything.
And then fuck, but when you withdraw without any warning, only to go down on me…
Your long, hot tongue takes its fill of me. I can’t deny this is one of the greatest weapons in your arsenal. Especially as you kiss my pussy like you kiss my mouth, making love to my sex like you’re communicating to her, the same as you do me. Except because it’s where I pee and cum from, it’s so much filthier and more beautiful. Especially when your rugged beauty beams and you smile as you’re doing it.
I’m so close, my excitement almost rushing to the surface when you remove your mouth. A complaint begins to rise in me, but then you move back into place and swiftly deliver a thorough fucking, rocking over me deeply until I come around your cock, clutching and leaking, your powerful hips forcing me into submission.
Your kisses taste of my juice, and I can’t get enough of your body, my hands sliding over your heavy shoulders and boulder-like arms, then down over your massive pectorals and your tight, tanned stomach. Oh, and around your delectable ass. I’ve fondled your tush quite a bit this morning and my hope is… for some butt play like we had a few days ago. Yes, please. I’d like some more of that. But are my signals enough for you to figure out what I want?
Evidently, you’re not going to be easily pleased because in the aftermath of my first orgasm, you go for another, fucking me blind almost until I’m nearly off the edge of the mattress.
It’s only when I gesture to the lube and vibrator I used last night, discarded at the edge of the bed, that you realise I’m not going to be easily satisfied this morning. Nor do I think you will be either.
You hand me the vibrator to play with while you take the lube and smear some of it over the tip of one finger. Using this wetness, you begin to stroke inside my anus, and once the initial shock is over, I bite my lip at the sensation of nerves that suddenly catch fire.
Occasionally you tongue my clit, too, the fullness inside my tightest channel becoming less of a burden as you ease open a pathway. Soon I’m deciding I might be ready for more, but you want to make sure I’m ready, using two fat fingers instead of just one. The sensation is so sensitive, but I trust you. Gradually, I have the overwhelming urge to bear down and open up to you—and that’s when you know.
Though you don’t get overexcited or too eager. You’re in no hurry to plough me. That might be why I’ve only ever done this with you—not just because we’re in love—but also because you’re patient, skilful and tender.
However, using the vibrator also helps to fully relax my body and allow for the extra tightness that’s coming not to feel so intrusive—and not all male partners are confident of their woman bringing a toy into the situation. A few of my ex-lovers weren’t. Just another in a long line of reasons to love you!
So, after soaking your cock inside my pussy, you withdraw and slowly enter my other entrance instead. I’m continuing to use the vibrator to stimulate the area and keep myself relaxed, but you really find entry because of all the work you’ve done up to now.
Oh god though, how big you feel in my bottom! How good. How stubbornly I open for you, but eventually, I do!
How much I’ve needed this because I need you everywhere—but specifically like this—because it’s something that’s just for us, since nobody else could tempt me to try it, not before now.
At first, you’re rubbing your head in and out; I appreciate that as I get used to the intrusion and become wetter. Then your dark nipples seem to get even more chocolate-brown as you start to fuck me a little deeper, my toy making me super aroused and extra lubed, enough that you can swing your hips and fill my bottom a lot more.
Then as we both look down and watch, you’re obviously delighted by how deeply I’ve let you into me, while I can’t stop looking at the amount of juice on my vibrator and that which is coating your cock.
Oh fuck, it is so fucking naughty when you rock your hips like that, slowly and with no hurry. You’re a man in charge and you’ve got things under control.
I don’t see it coming when you withdraw and enter my vagina instead to collect more wetness for your insatiable desire! It’s so confusing to one moment be full at the back, then at the front.
The front stretches easily but is connected to my clit, yet the back is tighter and uniquely sensitive, too. I can barely focus when you fuck my ass again—and it’s even more confounding when you lean over to kiss my mouth at the same time as fucking my ass. Love and anal sex don’t go together, right? Except they do, they really do, because as you kiss me,my ass loosens even more, and I want you to plough me harder.
You know this, and that’s why we switch positions so you’re spooning me, able to push deeper into me from behind. You get so deep, I hear you curse under your breath, and as I ease the tip of the vibrator into my vagina, everything becomes a lot tighter, and I moan at the same time as you’re hissing and sucking in breath faster.
I lean back for your kisses, and suddenly we’re fucking as swiftly and as deeply as if it were pussy fucking, but you’re being squeezed so much harder, and every nerve in my body feels prickly, especially those in my bottom. With every drag, I can hardly stop myself screaming. I need to come!
You wet your cock again in my pussy, and it’s just as infuriating as before. I’d be happy to let you savage my pussy instead, since it’d be so much swifter and rougher, but we’re not content with that. Not today.
Your slickened cock returns to my dinkier territory, and you’re determined, I can tell, though your movements are less rhythmic because you’re getting close, too.
I start to come with the aid of the vibrator and my own fingers, but once there’s no stopping things, you let go and fuck me savagely, after all… and I adore it, being pounded by your thick, hard length until I can’t even remember my own name. The sound of your body hitting mine, not to mention the way my wet flesh refuses to bow, and then… oh, then… your grunts as you get closer and closer…
My orgasm is deeper and more painful than usual, absolutely shattering towards the end, in fact, and almost too much to bear. Too heightened, too many emotions bubbling beneath the surface, my hips and lower back throbbing with release. I can’t find any breath for a moment and the way my body squeezes makes it painful for you, too. Though you are not going to be deterred, that’s clear!
I’m flipped on my front for you to gain your own pleasure and I’m happy to take you so you can achieve it. Unshackled, you use my slaked ass and ride me like a man possessed, taking exactly what you want, and I enjoy the pure and simple pleasure of you being able to fuck me in the ass unencumbered and free.
You withdraw so you can decorate my buttocks with your cum, and then I can also enjoy the evidence of your desire for me… on display.
After that, you’re gentle, and we’re relaxed as you hold and kiss me.
“You were so ready for me,” you whisper in my ear.
“I was dreaming about you… was it real?” I ask, grinning.
“Does this feel fucking real?” you ask, sliding your semi-hard cock back into my behind.
“God, yes!”
It feels so fucking real.
The End