This story goes a few years back with an older woman I met online. I admit she is one of the few people I never "got" and to this day I can only speculate what the scene was about. I had just moved to North Carolina and was having a hard time with my new sexual lull. Back home I had a good number of friends or places I could frequent for lovers but in NC I was drawing blanks. My charm and looks just didn't fly down here so I started to date and seek lovers online.
I met Stacey (not her real name) through okcupid or craigslist. She was 15 years older than me, had beautiful curly red hair, creamy skin and a body that showed her careful devotion to yoga and healthy eating. Like me she was from the northeast and had a powerful laugh that paid no attention to anyone around her. I took her to dinner and thoroughly enjoyed her company. Quite honestly I thought I was going nowhere but it turns out I used a few choice words with her that raised her eyebrows and shifted me over to potential lover status. In my joking ways I talked about spanking her for some sarcastic comment she made which she seemed to love.
A week later we made plans for me to make dinner for her at her place. We had fun, talked, flirted, kissed, and after dinner sat on her couch. She started to show off her hand to me trying to get a reaction out of me but I was clueless. See, Stacey was wearing a particular type of ring on her finger. A ring of O that identifies herself as submissive to dominants. I missed it because while I can be dominant, I have never identified myself as such nor did I ever step into that lifestyle, but that is a topic for another day. She wore it for me because my joking comments about spanking her made her think I was a dom.
To give a little background, Stacey is what I would call a very sensual woman. Her marriage was dull and empty from the romance she craved. She loved to be desired, hungered for, and taken. The moment she became single she started to explore her sexuality. She played with one lover, then with the idea of multiple lovers, and it evolved to being watched, to being loaned out, to be used. Though it was always in a sensual manner. See for her, the important distinction between the raw debauchery she performed in and its linkage to humiliation was that she demanded it all to take place in a realm of sensuality and romance. Thats the part I always struggled with though as I write this I realize she helped refine my views on dominance and bondage.
The first time in bed was erotic. I'm a big fan of giving oral and she was a multiple cummer. Not only that, a huge squirter. I've had it before with a few lovers but never in this quantity in terms of flow and times performed. She would coat my face with her juices only to beg me to do it again to her. Its quite empowering you can please someone that way.
Sex was interesting. It wasn't bad but it wasn't great. She was a big proponent of protection which I appreciated since most older lovers never like to use them. She rode me well though there was something missing there. A connection that didn't match the intensity we had from talking, kissing, and oral. We went through multiple positions and I came twice, but it wasn't enough. I still felt something was missing. To top it off her sheets were soaked. She had rubber sheets she forgot to put on the bed and I had to excuse myself for the night.
We talked at length about her past after that night and she wanted me to be her primary lover. She also wanted me to share her with other men and gushed at the thought of me watching her. One event was a guy who was going to come over her place for a sensual massage. It was going to be erotic with oral taking place and I was to sit in a corner and just watch. The idea was I would have sex with her afterwards and he would be allowed to join in. However, he was never comfortable with the idea and so they went at it alone.
Just as intense as things got our courtship met a fiery end. She always confused me. A complete contradiction with sex and relationships, with dominance and passion. For me she lived in this world that didn't always correlate with reality. While she helped mold my views, she lived in too many extremes and so we often came to blows.
The amusing part of all this was that in telling me about her past, I realized that her lover before me, the one that really wrecked her and did some of the most outlandish things with her, including multiple gangbangs, threesomes, used as a "hotwife", etc, was my mentor in graduate school. She didn't know I knew but I put the clues together. That makes me laugh to this day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/42kwz5/a_submissive_squirter_mf