It started with a snow storm. We were neighbors, each of us in an apartment complex across the street from one another. I met him when I first came to this city, both of us attending the same meetup group for newcomers to make new friends. Moving in during the winter wasn’t going to be fun, so it was nice to make some connections right off the bat. He was cute, funny and of a strange charisma that confused me — an appealing introvertedness. After we learned we were neighbors we connected right away. And during the next week when the snow and ice hit, we connected even more when the heat failed in my complex.
I felt awful asking him for such a thing but he agreed that I could spend time there and potentially spend the night as well. He was so kind. And the first night we spent time together was full of warmth, blankets, hot tea, shows and conversation. Much to my despair — he had a girlfriend. I would have fucked him that very night. I’ve never met a guy who would do such a thing for me. And we had gotten so close I would have assumed it was okay to go all the way. But he was dating a girl who was out of town for the holidays. Still, I enjoyed myself and loved having a friends and flirt partner — because we were certainly flirting with one another. Such a shame. I would have shown him so many things… things his girlfriend probably didn’t do. Having guys who were taller than me tied up and at my mercy was such a delight.
Yeah, I had a secret life of dominating men. It was something I did a while back. Mainly with my then boyfriend and something I would do when I would hookup with guys over dating apps. And I knew some people in the local bdsm community. Here, that was all over for a while. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t bring over a pair of handcuffs just in case…
We made fun of a bad movie together and chatted about our lives. God, I was turned on. We were seated next to each other on his couch. I was so warm, feeling so welcome. I asked him if his relationship was polygamous as a last resort but it was not. We both got changed into pajamas after we got tired and he set up a sleeping area for me on the couch with large blankets and a pillow. I settled in and we said goodnight to each other. And I rested in his scent. This couch smelled like whatever shampoo he used. This entire place had a scent that intoxicated me. I didn’t want to make a mess of his furniture but I couldn’t help myself, reaching down, sliding my hand between my legs, rubbing my aroused pussy through my pajama pants. I tightened my legs together and teased myself, circling my fingers around my clit, pushing and prodding myself. I buried my face into this pillow that smelled like him the most and rubbed. Stifling my involuntary soft sounds into the pillow. I was getting wet. It would dampen my pants. It would leak onto the couch. I adjusted the blankets so some of them rested beneath my hip. A little on the blankets wouldn’t be too bad. And a part of me wanted my scent on his property. A part of me was so excited by him discovering that I had pleasured myself.
My thoughts went wild, imagining if we had fucked that night. I would show him the handcuffs and he would be so nervous because he’s never been tied up before. And I would get him addicted to me. I would tease him until he was begging. And I would still deny him and and train him on pleasuring me.
Ah, my voice nearly slipped out too much. I was rubbing myself so good. Lost in thought, lost in sensation.
In my mind, he was on his knees while *I* sat on *his* couch, reclined, while he pleasured my pussy. I rubbed his head and had poured myself something to drink, enjoying a show while he worked. We would spend the entire night together. He was mine to play with in his own apartment.
As I thought of riding and kissing and tormenting him in bed… as I thought of taking him home with me… taking him away from this world to be all mine for good I came. I bit the pillow and moaned as softly as I could, grinding my hips into my fingers, both of my hands down there now, pressing and circling. I was an entire earthquake of pleasure, groaning into the pillow, turning onto my stomach, all my weight down on my hands as I kept cumming and cumming. Burning up and melting into the couch.
I was asleep not much later.
He and I kept spending time together while I waited for the heat to start working in my apartment again. Some other friends would come over. But in the end I would always spend the night. The fourth time this happened we had a moment. A dangerous one — one that threatened his loyalties and challenged his desires that he had clearly been holding deep inside. We were seated close to one another on his couch, having ordered food. I couldn’t help myself from touching him or tempting him. But it was all in play. He had made fun of the romance book I was reading and pulled it out of my bag. I blushed and went for it. Thinking fast I tickled him and my suspicions that he would be weak to such an attack were correct. He was so ticklish. And I unleashed myself upon him. When he attacked back, however, he touched me in a way I never had before — tickling me low, going for not only my waist but he tickled my thigh as well. Something I certainly didn’t expect. I made a sound, one that normally would have been embarrassing and I shoved him, lunging forward.
There we rested, me on top of him on the couch, the two of us looking into each other’s eyes, our faces flushed, our chests heaving. My was shaking a little from how he touched me.
I admitted what I wanted to him.
“I want to kiss you,” I said. “If anything, let me enjoy this a bit longer.”
He blushed harder. “We shouldn’t,” he said. “I… I want to, but we can’t.”
“Aren’t you lonely?” I asked, because that’s what I was thinking for myself. “She’s been gone so long. And this weather. It’s been hard to meet people. I want your touch.”
He hesitated. He wanted it. I could smell it on him. “Let’s just move together,” I whispered. I moved slow at first, reaching down to kiss his neck. And I pressed my hips into his erection, shuddering from how it put pressure on my clit.
“Tell me ‘no’ and I’ll stop,” I whispered into his ear. “Until then…” I kissed him with all my love and desire. I started to ride him and I felt so good. I was moving faster and with more purpose than I thought I would — it was just finally here. I was on him, feeling him, smelling him, tasting him… nearly all of him. And his cock felt so wonderful. He never told me no. So I continued to make myself feel good on his body. I was certain he felt so good too, but it felt nice to deprive him of what would make him feel even better. For me, this rubbing, this pressure, it was all I needed. I didn’t kiss him either as I wanted to make sure I didn’t go too far so he’d make me stop. So I remained, grinding into him, kissing his neck, either side, nibbling and biting, making him flinch, making me moan and laugh. He was smiling too and breathing so deeply.
I was pushing my breasts into his strong chest as well. I grabbed his hair with both of my hands and pushed my body hard into his, my orgasm powerful. I didn’t have to be quiet any longer. I came and shook and buried my face into his neck.
We slept together on the couch that night, holding one another.
The next day I got the call that the heat had returned. We ate breakfast, the two of us feeling that small bit of awkwardness but overall wonder at each other. There was so much more we could experience.
I left, having to leave for work soon.
“Will you come back sometime?” He asked.
“Of course,” I said, looking over my shoulder. I smiled and reached into my purse, removing the handcuffs. He visibly swallowed at the sight. “And you could always come by my place sometime. These will be waiting for you if you’re ever curious about the things I want to do to you.” I grinned and left, feeling so turned on by my own statement alone. Feeling so wrong and bad for tempting him. But I wanted what I wanted. And I felt so powerful and free.
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*This is a sample of a story I’ll be revising and releasing on Amazon soon. I also have a new short story in review that will be available within a couple of days.* :)
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