So I don’t regret it, I never do but I don’t like a lot of things about it. External things, philosophical things, things I can neither control nor comprehend.
I hate that he’s the only one to treat me like this – so perfectly attuned to my desires.
I hate that he has a girlfriend – I’ve no idea what need she fulfils but it certainly isn’t this one.
I hate that I can’t find anyone in Dublin who can do what he does.
And as always, I don’t understand how the best sex of my life is with someone who doesn’t know me. I hate that the most.
But fuck that! for now.
Here’s what we got up to this last time!
‘What if …….. we did something else next time’
‘What if I told you what to do…?’
‘A bit…. Yeah’
‘Cos I’d absoFUCKINGloutely love that’
‘In a ‘thank fuck I finally said it’ way or in a ‘Ok, yeah, if that’s what you really want’ way?’
‘No I love being told what to do and when to do it. The reason I’m dominant with you is cos I know how much you love it’
And that was the tone set.
I was going to be topping for the first time since we met. I wasn’t lying I did want to direct things a bit. I wanted to direct how he ate me and I wanted him to do it exactly as I told him. I was nervous that I wouldn’t be able to relax and enjoy it if I was doing all the directing?
I was nervous about a lot of things.
I wasn’t sure how to start, I was worried about the mechanics of it and couldn’t figure out when I should start in my new role?
He’d driven a long way and he might need to change or freshen up or pee? We hadn’t seen each other in 3 months, not since Halloween, should we chat, should we hug, should we kiss? And of course, every time he was in charge he had gone straight into character, straight into devouring me. He’d always had instructions, dictated just prior to arriving. But what was I going to do? I couldn’t work it out, I decided to play it by ear, see what felt right which was probably a mistake as it made me come off as nervous! I had Prosecco chilling in the fridge let’s just start with that, I told myself – which really is the very basic of hospitality manners. When he came in I gave him half a kiss – that didn’t feel right. I wanted a real kiss but if that happened then there’d be no stopping us and I wanted to play this out how I’d promised.
He dropped his bag and followed me to the kitchen. As I turned to pour him a drink he said, fuck you look stunning. I know he can’t see me so I smile a tiny embarrassed smile to myself but as I turn around I look at him and coquettishly say ‘You don’t know the half of it’. Hoping that this is delivered correctly. I was referring to my underwear which unusually had not one bit of it on show. I had on a long dress, which came just below the knee, thigh high boots which again probably weren’t apparent. And underneath I had my favourite underwear; black and red bra, matching high-wasited knickers that had garter strings and black stockings held perfectly in place by them. Not one atom of these things would go unnoticed or unappreciated by him and I was aiming for 10 out of 10.
I told him to take off his shoes and socks, it was actually something I wanted, it’s always easier if they’re off before we begin and I was delighted to have thought of an order.
I marched, he padded back to the sitting room and I sat in front of him, pointed at where I wanted him to be. With his eyes boring into me he sat and sipped.
What I wanted him to do started with him eating me – but that was weird? Starting there just seemed inappropriate? Fuck I wish I’d thought this out better. We chatted a bit, but my head was a mess, I just didn’t know what to do I just wanted to fuck him.
The more I thought about taking control the less I could manage it. But the situation wasn’t awkward, we know each other, we know how much we want each other, this might be a reversal of roles but we weren’t unfamiliar. It was because we knew each other that the atmosphere was charged, and it’s only with hindsight that I can name it. I was hesitant because I didn’t want to lose control of myself, because I was so unsure that I could hold on to it. I was riddled with need to just go at him, the same need I saw mirrored in him. But only after he pointed it out to me. God I love fucking this man.
As I sat across from him, leaning forward, legs apart so the folds of my dress pooled in between them, giving the first glimpse of my boots, he looked at me and said ‘Have you done anything but make eye contact with me since I arrived – well besides that one peck?’ I didn’t answer really, I just looked at him quizzically. ‘You’ve not gone near me, and look..’ and with his thumb and forefinger he pointed to the giant outline of his cock through his jeans.
‘Just being in a room with you does this to me. Being near you is enough’
With that I stepped between his legs, put my arms on the back of the couch and looked down at his face and then straddled him but didn’t sit down, stayed leaning over him, in a position of power. I wanted so much to kiss him but I didn’t, I brought my face close to him and just inhaled him. Brushed my cheek off his then ran my nose up to his ear, then sucked it. Nothing overt, nothing incendiary but we both knew what I was doing and our heartrates were racing. I had to get off him I was going to let go.
I topped up both our glasses and went back to sitting across from him, inches away only. This time I pulled up the skirt of my dress as I spread my knees wide – letting him see the thigh high boots and the stockings and suspenders. I saw the flash of appreciation in his eye but he said nothing, just bore the brunt of my gaze and didn’t flinch.
There was nothing else going to come to me, I had to jump in and go for the thing that I wanted. ‘I’m going to lie down now and you’re going to eat me. You’re going to do it exactly as I say and you’re not going to pull any tricks, use any fingers unless I tell you to, do you hear me?’
And we’re going to go with sir
I think I want to be called sir.
‘Yes Sir then’
I lifted my dress, lay back and he was between my knees faster than I would have thought it humanly possible.
‘Jesus Christ look at you? You look fucking amazing.’
I thought you might like them, I said as I pulled my knickers to the side. ‘I want you to kiss all around here’, and indicated to my freshly waxed mound. ‘Don’t stop or do anything else until I tell you to.’ He is straight at the task, delicately, precisely. ‘Now move down the side of the lips, but don’t go in.’
This was tough I was enjoying this I didn’t want to talk. But it was too early in the game to give up now.
‘I want you to lick all the way down one side and then the other, and when you come back up I want you to make your tongue flat and lick back up parting the lips slightly – but don’t go in and don’t touch my clit yet.’
All of this is readily complied with.
‘Now do it again, this time when you reach my clit I want you to suck on it, really gently.’ And as his tongue slowly makes its way towards my clit I can’t help but move my hips up towards his face, and slip my fingers into his hair. This is perfect.
As his lips find my clit and he gently starts to suck on it I move my hips again, I’m starting to writhe and I supress the need to let go. I tell him to suck harder on my clit as I grasp the back of his head and press myself onto him.
‘Now make your tongue as wide and flat as you can, I’m going to rub my clit off it’, and I press down hard, backwards and forwards but not too long, I can’t lose myself.
Again I tell him to suck my clit for a few seconds then stop – I make him kiss me so I can taste it, I suck his tongue to taste my cunt from him. I kiss him deeply and suck his top lip and then his bottom desperate to taste myself on him. I’m so greedy for it.
‘Ok, that’s enough. Now I want you to lap gently at my cunt, right up by my clit,’ and I point it out with my fingers, which he licks out of the way and shoots me a lascivious glance.
I have about 2 more left in me before I am going to want to surrender and let him do what he likes with me.
As he laps at my lips I am bucking underneath him and again I reach around to the back of his head and pull him into me.
I think I might be close, but either way, I’ve had enough I just want him to eat me, to suck me to lick me any fucking way he wants I want to surrender.
‘I want you to lick two of your fingers, get them really wet and then I want you to slide them into me as you keep licking.’
That’s all I manage, I have no more instruction for him, I have no more direction. As his fingers fill me and I clench on them I can feel the climax building. His tongue is at my clit, his fingers are working in and out of me slowly and he has his other hand under my ass holding me to his mouth.
‘Oh God… YES.. fuck yes.’
And I come onto his mouth so deliciously.
I pull away from him, I know his tricks, he won’t stop until I force him. As I push back to the other side of the couch, getting him at arm’s length to catch my breath, he stands up looking at me wantonly. He usually gets to fuck me at this point. But I want to play hardball.
I tell him that I’m very pleased and that he deserves something and to get his cock out and sit down.
But he’s not getting that yet, I just want his cock in my mouth because I missed it and this is my first look at it. I kneel over him and suck it – this is what I want, this is still just for me. I stop to tell him that, in case he was confused and thought I didn’t know what he actually wanted.
I know well what he wants, his cock in my cunt but I’m not giving it that easy. There are just a few more steps and I know he wants this, he wants me to be in charge of him, to make him obedient and to only get what I chose to give him. And fuck do I want to be able to do that properly for him.
I stop sucking him after a few minutes and tell him how pleased I am with his hard cock being ready for my mouth but that he’s not done working yet. I have more demands and more instruction for him.
‘I’m going to lean over the arm of the couch, I want you to stand behind me.’
I crawl up onto the arm and kneel there, with my dress hiked up to my hips. His cock is throbbing and ready. I look back at him and tell him that again, I want him to suck two fingers and get them really wet. When they’re good and lubed I want him to slide them gently into my pussy, very slowly. ‘Yes ma’am, I mean Sir’.
I turn back and I can hear him getting his fingers wet and my excitement levels start to rapidly rise again. I look back at him, he still hasn’t slipped them in, it feels like an eternity and I am swimming in this sensation of both control and feeling exposed.
Finally his fingers touch me, but cheekily he doesn’t slide them in, he feels for my clit and starts to circle it with his wet fingers. I want to reprimand him, inform him that this isn’t what he was told to do – but I can’t it feels great. His two fingers, dripping with spit and mixing with my already wet lips on my swollen clit just feel too good. But my pussy is aching and it wants to be filled and so I manage to finally tell him that he has misbehaved and that that’s enough, he better slide those fingers into me very slowly right now. This time he does as he’s told.
Fuck I love this I love how his fingers fill me, a wholly different sensation from this angle to when I was lying flat. He has one hand on my hip and one hand working in and out of me. I adore this feeling and also relish the knowledge that he is standing behind me, looking at my ass and dripping wet pussy with a rock solid cock and he’s not allowed to use it, he has to wait while he only gets his fingers in me. I could keep this up for ages but I want to give him something, he has been excellent.
And anyway, I think it’s about time I had his cock, I am after all aching for it.
I tell him I think I’m ready for his cock, and I want him to slide his fingers out and his cock in – very slowly. Ingeniously he brings the tip of his cock up to the edge of the lips and as he pulls his fingers out he pushes his cock in which just feels sensational. And finally his cock is in me. I direct him to pull it almost all the way out and then to slide back in, as slow as he can go. I think I’m going to cry at how good this feels. Then I tell him to stop and not move, so I can rock back and forth on it again, giving him no control. But after a while I lean further forward and tell him to fuck me gently. With his hands on my hips I urge him to go harder and harder until I lose control and don’t care what he does.
As my face is almost flat into the seat of the couch and my arse is in the air being pounded by him I tell him to describe it to me, I want him to tell me how good my cunt feels, how much he loves it. Something I would never normally say.
He duly does and I am satisfied with his breathless declarations and satisfied grunts of desire.
Eventually I can take no more and let myself fall forward onto the couch completely. He hasn’t come but both of us are happy.
Not a bad start to the night.