**Opens with inner monologue then flips into 1st, this should help you follow**
One of the most intriguing things in life, to me, is how people meet. They meet through family and friends. Meet through being colleagues at work and events. They meet through situations, like at a grocery store when one drops their wallet and the other hands it to them. So many random meetings, so many relationships formed one way or the other. Meeting you online could have just been another one of those, a random meet where two people from different strides of life collide, but this was different. Our goals were exactly the same. We’d made profiles searching for someone with similar tastes that would fulfill something in our lives that we didn’t have.
Our initial contact seemed a bit awkward at first, it always does online if I were honest. It’s so hard to gauge how a text is meant to be read. Sarcastic? Friendly? Comedic? Snarky? Teasing? It’s hard to be careful and still be yourself when you first meet someone in an online forum. Of course, my personal fear is that the person I’ve just met has an ‘online persona’, as I like to call it. A character that they’ve created online for the mere purpose of pretending. Nothing real to life. No actual connection or bond ever being formed, from their side of things. The fear is real and has happened oh so many times. Things with you were different, right from the start.
Intelligent. Straight forward. A bit bratty, but not in a bad way. The enjoyment of our interactions escalated quickly; in all honesty so quickly it almost scared me. One day we were both looking at profiles online, the next… literally, the next day we had both taken our profiles down and decided this is what we want. We wanted to explore being together in the capacity of a Dom/Sub relationship. We’d talked for hours about expectations, about kinks… now here we are, still learning all we can about each other but excited that we’ve committed.
The number of questions we ask on a daily basis, in my eyes, is just how any relationship should start. Establishing exactly what we both expect. Establishing who is in what role and why. My opening question of “What does it mean to be a submissive” to you was an important one. In the past, many had answered that question without even thinking about it: “It means that I enjoy submitting and doing things for others”… Okay…….. Long silence after that answer, followed by my quick reply “Okay, well I appreciate the conversation! I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
You were different. Your answer wasn’t a one-liner. No. It was thought out. It wasn’t specifically referring to who you were or are but was a general answer. I can’t remember the exact words, of course; I’m disappointed I never saved the conversation… but it went something like “Being a submissive, to me, means that there is absolute and utter dedication to her dominant. She is always trying to find new ways to make him happy. Find new ways to show him that she’s devoted to him. Actually deriving enjoyment from doing tasks and following rules; pleasing her dominant.” There was a long silence after that answer too, but not in the same way as the others… shock and awe would be the only way to describe it.
Today is a new day. A thousand questions are probing around in my mind after our first few days of discussion. We’ve established that I’m the Dom and you’re the Sub in our context but not much more than that.
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Seeing you log in tonight, and each night for the last few nights, has been the most exciting thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Being an introvert really keeps me secluded and rarely gets me out meeting new people. Sure I’d had girlfriends in the past and a one was even a Sub, but this was different. We were able to talk about anything and everything and I’ve felt like you were my perfect match right from the start.
*Hey beautiful* I sent as a quick opening text *I hope your day went well?* the common small talk we’d been opening with went on for a few minutes before getting to the more personal stuff; your question started the flow *So… We’ve been talking hot and heavy* you began *but I guess I’m a little nervous about when we meet*
I read the text a little concerned that it could have been you ending things. Sure I had felt an instant connection and felt you were on the same page, but one could never be sure *Oh?* my response flew back immediately. You took your time writing a lengthier message: *I’m just not overly experienced, sexually. I know I’ll be super nervous and I don’t want to let you down. I think you’re really interesting and I want to please you and make you happy… I’m scared that our teasing through text will be hard to live up to… I’m being really vulnerable here when I tell you that I’ve only had one experience with a guy and it was when I was younger… so much of what we’ve been talking about is hypothetical for me.*
After reading the text I breathed a sigh of relief. *I’m not experienced either! Wow, I really want you more now than ever before* I had admitted through text something I was scared to tell anyone else yet with you, it was easy. *Did you want to talk about rules and safe words… maybe that will help for our first meeting?* I suggested.
*:)* your simple response came back.
*I think it’s important that we have two categories of rules* I had begun saying *General rules and sexual rules* you had sent a quick agreement before I had continued. *Inside general rules I like to make them mostly about protecting us. For example: I don’t want you using your mobile device while you drive… That’s because I want you to be safe at all times. Another example? I don’t want you to ever be fearful of coming to me with a problem. First and foremost in this relationship it’s about us… Being your Dom is much more than just being your top… We both need to know that there is love and care* I told you a few more rules that I thought would work well and be easy to remember and not hard to break before launching into the sexual side of things *As for sexual rules. They go both ways. Monogamy is really important to me, which we’ve already discussed is to you too… so no sexting or pictures or anything like that to anyone other than each other… no messing around outside of our relationship… and no playing or cumming without permission* those were easy to agree on as we’d already alluded to them in our discussion previous nights, it had been more about formalizing them through texts and agreeing.
*Maybe we should meet tomorrow night?* I had suggested.
*I’m… I’m really nervous* your response comes.
*I know. Me too, but we both know we need and want this*
We speak a little bit more before hashing out the details. We’ve decided to meet at a neutral located coffee shop so that if either of us felt weird about the situation we could just send a text and walk away easily in public.
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Sleep had taken a while for both that night. The anticipation of the day to come was something that neither could shake from their minds. Hopes. Fears. Excitement. Lust. Desire. A thousand thoughts.
As morning came and went so did afternoon and the early part of evening. Both had gone to work that day and made it home getting ready for their time together. It was Friday that day, a perfect day to start something new and exciting with a weekend ahead. I hopped in my truck and drove quickly to the coffee shop that evening. Sure I had seen photos of you, photos that were even of an explicit nature, but in person was something else entirely. Would I recognize you? Of course of course! Silly thoughts that had run through my head during the drive before taking a seat in wait.
It felt like forever, as I was sitting in that lonely chair waiting. The wonder of if you’d show up or not. The wonder of how it would go. Would we like each other in person. Too many thoughts flooded my mind as I wait for you. When you stood in front of me and asked “Is this chair taken” it caught me off guard and scared me a little. I stood up and quickly ran around trying to pull the chair out as you sat down, stumbling a little as you had already done it yourself. “I’m sorry” I mumbled as I sat back down in my chair. “Wow…” I managed to breathe out looking at you… “Just… wow…” words that repeated but so genuine. You were stunning. Not in the traditional ‘magazine’ beautiful way, but in a way that this was us. You were for me. Mine.
I waved down a waiter, at the cafe, who promptly took your order. “I’m so glad we’re doing this” I say as I reached out for your hand, wondering if you’d respond; immediately your hand snaked into mine allowing our flesh to touch for the first time. Your eyes close as a shiver finds its way down my spine. The feeling of our bodies, even just something as small and light as fingers touching has affected us both in a way we could have never anticipated. You look up at me and simply say “Do you want to… umm… well… get out of here?” a cliche line, but then we’re both cliche type people. As soon as the waiter returns with our drinks I ask him for the bill and we’re on our way.
“I got a hotel for us” I blurt out, not knowing why I didn’t ease into that one “I mean… I wasn’t sure if you’d want to take me back to your place or you come to mine… I guess I didn’t want to be…” I stumble over my words a thousand times as I try to explain my way of thinking; truly it was out of respect for the new nature of whatever we had but it was difficult to convey that when it had the specific intentions almost outlined in the gesture. “That’s great” you respond allowing your hand to merge with mine again as we walk toward the parking lot. I handed you the address before getting in my car and driving quickly to the hotel making my way to the room before you’ve arrived to open it for us.
It wasn’t anything fancy, but was large enough. 45 square meters with a sofa at the end of the bed and a small seating area to the side with the windows overlooking the city.
Hearing your quietly knock on the door made my heart skip a beat. I practically sprinted to the door to open it waving you in with my hands saying “My Queen” as a small cheesy joke; honestly not knowing how to be with a woman it’d been so long, no less a woman that knows about all of my kinks and desires before hand.
After you entered I move to the sofa and take a seat tapping the one beside me. You promptly take it and look down at the floor. The desire in me had grown to a place I knew I couldn’t control it; we’d already discussed who was in charge and I’d try showing that now. I shift my body toward you and looked at your knees poking out, just below the bottom of your skirt. “You’re so beautiful and sexy” I announce again, pushing past the awkwardness of the situation, being together for the first time in a private setting; I remember that you asked me to get out of the coffee shop… we were there already, together… don’t hold back, I kept encouraging myself.
I let my hand find its way to your knee before allowing the other to move to your face. I pushed myself toward you and let my lips meet yours as I climbed a little more on top of you to allow your body to rest into the sofa as our lips molded together as one for the first time. The softness of our lips pressed together, the warmth… my manhood reacted instantly and was almost poking you through the jeans I had on. I let our lips part before looking down into your eyes, yours looking back up with an innocence… a deep desire to do things that you’d never speak out loud to a living person, except your Dom the way we met.
We both know we need more but have a hard time saying it out loud. I sat back down beside you, looking in your direction as you look in mine. Your right hand stays at your side but your left seemingly wants to move toward your body but has a reluctance about it. “Take off my clothes” you blurted out. The innocence in your eyes was still there but the bite on your lip showed you needed something more, as did the demand. Neither of us clearly knew how to vocalize our desires, but yours was put out there right then and there. I don’t hesitate. I move toward you and let my fingers meet the buttons of your blouse. One by one they come undone exposing a dark lacey bra behind. I couldn’t help but stare. Stare at the beautiful flesh looking back at me. My groping and desperate need to take off your clothes grew and moved faster almost tearing at the blouse to get to the bra clasp at your back. You helped by leaning forward, allowing it to slip off in an instant exposing your perfect, hardened, nipples. My mouth moved to meet your left nipple allowing my tongue to flick and caress it in my mouth before I moved my focus to your skirt.
“Stand up” I said and watched your breasts as you did, jiggling a little with the movement. Peeling them off exposing a matching set of panties, black lace. “Fuck” I managed to get out before changing my focus to my clothes, peeling off my short sleeve plaid button up shirt and jeans quickly. The tent pole poking through my boxers was impossible to hide.
Stepping forward I pressed my body into yours allowing my thick shaft to press between your legs through both our underwear. We both let out little moans of satisfaction. “I need you” I whisper with the same reply from you. Our underwear slip off next before I pick you up, carrying you to the edge of the bed before dropping your ass close to the edge. My hands grope at both breasts as my lips met with your naval. My eyes looked up at you as I lowered my mouth slowly to your waistline. My arms wrapped up and under your legs giving them my shoulders to rest on as my mouth moved to hover over your sex. My eyes remained on you as I allowed you to feel my breathe against your sensitive pink skin.
A small kiss was placed on your lips. More breathing against you. A kiss where your left leg meets your body. More breathing against your sex. A kiss against the crease of your right leg and the meeting place to your body. More breathing against your desperately craving slit. My eyes looked up at you and then back down at your beautiful pussy. It was time.
My lips pressed firmly into you, practically enveloping your clit as I suck hard at it drawing it to the edge of my mouth and lips as my tongue began to flick over it again and again. My shoulders easily supported your legs as my hands explored your chest and body. The moans from your mouth filled the room, you knew you’re mine… you’d decided to give yourself over to me completely as soon as you walked into the hotel room and our naked bodies together, your legs spread wide with my head planted firmly between them was exactly what you’d had in mind.
My mouth continued to work hard and fast. One of my hands moved from your chest to assist with the work on your pussy, slipping a finger slowly in and out to match the pace of my tongue against your swollen clit. Your taste… so divine… so perfect. The desire inside of me to please you and consume everything you had to offer was taking over. My tongue wouldn’t allow even a small drip of your nectar to escape as it slid out of my mouth to lick from below your slit to your clit, consuming each and every little drip.
But, almost as quickly as it had started it stopped. My arms weren’t supporting you anymore. My mouth disappeared from your pussy. My finger left you feeling empty. Your mouth was open and eyes closed in the throws of passion. You moved to open your eyes and look down but before you could you felt it. The pressure. The pressure of my thick swollen cock meeting your soaking wet slit. Your pussy lips melted away resistance as they pushed in a little as my cock slid inside. The feeling pushed a groan to my mouth loud enough I’m sure the hotel staff on the next floor heard it. “Fuck!!!” both our reactions as I let my balls push against your ass, burying myself fully inside you. My hands reached for your hips and held you in place as our eyes locked onto each other. That was it… we were one. We were molded together as lovers.
We both needed more. We both needed what this would bring us. My body started. In and out my cock began to slide. Slowly at first, allowing both of us to feel every inch of each other. The head of my shaft swollen, passing through your vagina… inspecting every little crevice and curve. The ridges of your pussy walls coaxing my cock to leave its mark inside. “Touch your clit for me” I said as I looked down at your perfectly naked body. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” I questioned rhetorically, you responded with an emphatic nod as you bit your lip harder as I began to slide in and out faster… harder.
My hand moved to your chest and gripped onto your throat, sliding from your chest to a good grip on your throat as I started to push in and out at a pace we both knew wasn’t sustainable for long without an explosive end. But that’s what we both needed and wanted, wasn’t it? And explosion… one that wouldn’t be matched. One that we’d never experienced before… “Oh fuck oh fuck” I groaned loudly as my body involuntarily slammed in and out faster not wanting to hold back, wanting sweet release that you were already in the middle of experiencing.
Your voice was desperate with pleasure. Desperately calling out things that didn’t make sense, except in this situation… “Fuck fuck yes…” “Oh fuck” “I’m close… I’m…” “Daddy!!!” and that was it… hearing you call out a beautiful name of intimacy. Feeling your pussy as it began to contract against my swollen member… that was it… I couldn’t hold it, you couldn’t stop it. Neither of us wanted to. Your legs squeezed back and forth against me as your hand pushed into your clit with a force hard to understand. My balls tighten against your skin as they sway back and forth slapping against you with each new stroke. “I’m cumming…” I revealed as the spurt of thick warm fluid flowed from my body to yours. One thick spurt filling your inner sanctuary. A second… A third.
I pressed my body against yours to let you feel the twitching and pulsing of my balls and cock against and inside you respectively. Your pussy squeezed every last drop, contracting and tensing around me. “Wow… wow… wow…” we both seemed to say in synchronicity. “I want to see” I declared as I moved beside you on the bed, watching as you adjusted to let me look between your legs. My seed started to drip out slowly. Your slit filled with it… down along your lips… your ass… what a beautiful sight it was to see you marked by me, filled by me.
“What a first… you are perfect” I declare before lowering my head to the bed and inviting you to lay on my shoulder. This was only the beginning of our new relationship, I could hardly wait to explore what was next.
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