I love him, care for him and above all i admired his patience with me. After what happened before i was afraid, afraid to let anyone close, afraid to give my body to another and yet 7 months into our relationship, he had not tried, not pushed me or made me feel uncomfortable. Were we at a stale mate, he an attacking force and me a castle with impenetrable walls or did he truly care and love me as i did him. Was this my problem, how long until he grew tired. Am i stringing him along, no, i want him, i want to give myself to him, but that damn mental barrier, as well defended as this castle of mine was…i was also trapped. Should i let him in, could i even if i wanted to i asked myself.
I do, i do want to. Screw it i was going to do it. I could no longer live in past fear. Ahead of me stood a great and wonderful man and not only did i want to thank him for his kindness in the ultimate way but to show him how i truly felt. I wanted this and i was ready.
I invited him over for dinner. My mind raced, the oven set to preheat, check, Showered, check, shaved check. I must of made my bed 4 times in the hour it took for him to arrive. Dress sexy, but not to sexy i told myself. I threw on my orange summer dress as i meticulously planned the evening. A romantic dinner, Walk around the local park then back home for a movie, thats when id make my move.
Before long the door bell rang, panicked i hid out of view for a moment to collect my thoughts. I opened the door and there he was, that smile, suddenly i was calm again. I invited him in, he hung up is coat and walked towards the living room like so many times before, blissfully unaware of what i had planned.
I took the opportunity to admire his behind and before i could think a second thought i had grabbed his arm, turned him around and kissed him. I i pulled my head back to take a look at him mentally telling him and myself “lets do this”
I reached for his waist line pulling at his zipper, i was a different woman yet i was me, i pulled out his member and stroked him as our tongues continued to dance in each others mouth. I dropped to my knees slowly kissing him on the way down until i took him in my mouth. This wasn’t a long lost feeling, whatever i had before didn’t matter this was knew and exiting.
i could not of been down there more then 20 seconds when in my excitement i jumped up, took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. “wait” he said to me “are you sure” he was so sweet, i couldn’t begin to describe how ready i was.
He spun me around and began to lower me onto the bed. I loved it but this was my moment, i needed this. I spun him around once again and pushed him back onto the bed. I pulled at the foot hole of his trousers as he hastily lowered him. They where off. I climbed onto him, lifted my dress above my hips took his member in my hand and lowered myself onto him. That moment sent shivers all over my body, i will not soon forget.
My castle did not fall like i thought it would inevitably have to, no. It stood proud with its doors open, i had found the key that fit this stubborn lock. The bliss i felt as his hands explored my body while i rode him proudly was incredible. I felt free.
I could feel myself getting close but i wanted a magical moment “cum for me” i told him “do it now” i continued to ride him, doing my best to contain my orgasm. He tenses up his fingers gripping my thighs i felt him member twitch inside me and i could finally let go. I fell forward and we both quiver in mutual orgasmic bliss.
When our collective moment had ended i lay to his side and rest my head on his chest. “hey” she said in a whisper. I look up and we give each other another passionate kiss ” i love you” he said in a deeper relaxed tone. I nuzzle my head into his chest again
“i love you too”
FIN
This was my first ever attempt writing from the perspective of a woman, i being a man. This story was inspired by and ok’d by a female friend of mine. The castle metaphor came from her and it led to the inspiration to this story.
please let me know how i did.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ny9jsq/finally_feeling_free_again