Background info: I am 39, married, poly, and kinky.
A few months ago, I reached out on Fetlife to someone who seemed interested in what I’m interested in, and who I found attractive. We chatted a bit, met for lunch, decided we wanted to play, and had a playdate. It was great. We’ve talked almost every day since then.
Last night we were both at a play party, although we weren’t planning to play with each other; I had a scene planned, and so did she. But there was casual touch, and hugging, and gentle hair pulling as we hung out.
About two hours before her scene was scheduled to start, she asked me if I wanted to play. We negotiated to do light impact — just something a little fun to keep her in the right mindset for her heavier scene later. We went into the dungeon proper; it was early, and we were the only ones there.
A pause to describe her to you: five-two, 42, long dark hair with plenty of waves in it, light-brown eyes, a smile to die for, and very curvy — one of those women who is “normal curvy” up top but has *all* the curves down below. Objectively speaking, she’s overweight, but not a BBW. She is fucking gorgeous — a combination of her smile, her exuberance, her kindness, and her figure. In case I write any more stories about her as our relationship progresses (more on that in a bit), I will call her Linda. So far in terms of relationships I’ve told her that I’m falling for her a little bit, and she said something similar to me. She’s married, and her husband isn’t quite there on the poly front, but she has license to play with whomever she wants as long as she does so safely and intelligently.
If you care: I’m six feet tall, blue eyes, beard, glasses, bald (shaved), and I probably qualify as a BHM but when I have clothes on I just look like a “normal-sized” big guy.
Anyway. Linda was wearing a just-above-the-knee blue/purple dress with thin shoulder straps. Last time we played, the dress came off before we started, but this time I left it on. I hugged her one last time and then began manhandling her a little. I hate that term, but in this case I mean I moved her around the room, bent her over a bench, spanked her a little (dress up, and she had on a blue-and-white thong), did some very light breathplay and light-ish face slapping, pushed her against a wall in both directions, spanked her more, pulled her hair, and took her down to the floor, flipping her face-up and face-down as I pleased, holding her down with my body. It was purely for both our enjoyment; I wasn’t dominating her, not really, and I wasn’t out to cause her an abundance of pain. Which isn’t to say I didn’t hit her with a few things, and even lightly bind her wrists behind her back while I pulled her around and moved her however I wanted to.
The dress came off at some point, and my hands were all over her (as per our negotiations). I could tell there was something she was working up to, so I used what I knew about the kinds of touches she likes to keep her engine running as I said “show me what you want” in a soft, probably-intense-sounding tone.
Our faces were already close together as we knelt on the floor. I had already brushed my lips over her ear and left light bites on her neck and shoulders (no marks though). I knew what she wanted; we’d discussed it a little that week. But I would not be the one to initiate that next step; I needed it to be her, needed to know that she was fully committed to whatever we were about to do.
I haven’t kissed anyone but my wife in three years. But when she kissed me my whole body lit up like a Christmas tree.
Linda kisses differently than my wife. I guess the best way to describe it is that she leads with her tongue, not her lips, and she is more assertive during kisses than my wife (or my last poly ex). It took a little adjustment, but soon enough we were making out while we played. I kept slapping her, doing light breathplay with her, spanking her, but I also added in caresses. I had touched her breasts when we’d last played, but this time I was doing it to arouse her.
It was working.
We kissed several more times, and then ended the scene after I put her over my lap (something she loves) and spanked her for a few minutes. I know she knew I was turned on — I had been since I’d put her against the wall, my body up behind hers — and she’d had every opportunity to not act on it. I absolutely respect her boundaries and her choices — we’re play partners and friends; I don’t own her, I’m not her dom, and I’m not her lover. Yet.
It was only a kiss.
It was only a kiss.
The song — you know the one — played in my head as we left the dungeon. It kept playing as we hung out a bit longer, still casually touching each other. We sat for a bit, talking. I pulled her over, intending to kiss her again, and she straddled my thigh. She’s short, but just tall enough that she wasn’t actually pressing against my jeans; I slid my hand under the short mesh-looking nightgown she had put on instead of her dress and caressed her again — upper thigh, backside, and my thumb slid along the line where her thigh meets her body, perilously close to a place where one could say “between her legs”. I was very clear with her that she could ask me to stop, that it was her body, that I absolutely didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but never once did she say no, or seem to be unhappy with what I was doing.
Eventually we moved to a different area and talked to some other people. I stood behind her, our bodies pressed together, my arm around her upper chest — almost high enough to be “domly” but really I just wanted her close. She wound one leg around mine (it’s hard to describe, especially since my front was against her back) and made it very clear to me that she was enjoying what we were doing.
A few minutes later, her main scene partner for the night showed up and I watched them play (with their consent). It was far more intense than what she and I had done during our last full scene, and I learned a little more about what she can take, what she likes to take, and what makes her yelp and scream. At the end her entire ass and every part of both thighs (inner, outer, front, and back) were red-hot and highlighted with purple marks.
By then I was pretty tired, so once she got up (I didn’t want to interrupt her aftercare/afterglow) I hugged her, kissed the top of her head, told her I was heading home, and left the party. She texted me about 1:30 to let me know she got home safe.
Remember how I said I was falling for her, and she knew it (because I told her)? Well, as I unwound from the night, telling my wife how it went (she’d gone to a concert that night), I told her: “I think I’m falling in love with this girl.” Because we tell each other everything (minus precise details of sex or play with other people), and because she needs to know. There was no jealousy, and before we turned out the lights there was a lot more kissing.
It was only a kiss. But it turned a candle inside of me into a roaring flame.
I can’t sleep. I’m sure Linda’s wiped out. But later today, or maybe tomorrow, I’m going to discuss my feelings with her. I need to find out if she really does feel the same way toward me before I allow myself to admit for real that I’m in love. If she doesn’t, then no harm done; we’ll stay friends, and play together, and there may still be kissing — I asked her earlier that night, during the post-scene caressing, if she wanted “to stay across that line”, and she nodded in a way that I knew she was being honest.
But if she does have feelings for me that are more than just friendship, and I think she does, I will be a very happy person. I like everything about her; I like being with her; I like touching her, and playing with her, and kissing her. Seeing her makes me smile, and makes my blood rush, not only to my heart but to other places too. I want more — as far as she would like to take the relationship, I will be right there with her.
*It started out with a kiss*
*How did it end up like this*
*It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss*
(If you enjoyed this, you might like [Into the Woods](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/69ni95/mf_into_the_woods_kink_semirough_public/) or [A Lily in the Dungeon](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6bd5h0/mf_a_lily_in_the_dungeon_consensual_kink_public/), which are other stories about lighter BDSM activities I’ve done in the past.)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/724eoq/it_was_only_a_kiss_it_was_only_a_kiss_mf_kink