On the heels of my most vanilla sexual relationship of my life, I decided to take a little time off and not date. By that, I mean that I’d be super picky about only responding to messages on Bumble from women I thought were really hot and not have to worry quite so much about keeping track of a few potential dates.
As that was happening, I made sure to text an ex more often than usual and wait for her to take the hint that I was single again because I could text at times I used to be busy. My ex, Olivia, was a summer thing that didn’t quite work out but as she was well aware, she was still the holder of pretty much every high score in my sexual history. Her only real rule was “don’t kill me, but please choke me until I’m ready to pass out.” She let slip before our first date that she liked things rough, to give up control and liked to try everything at least twice. In our few months together, she more than delivered on those promises and became one of my quick finish go-to’s when I was alone.
With me newly single again and her seeing someone, but not seriously (and her thinking of ending it anyways) the texts when from friendly to flirty to explicit in a hurry. Within a few weeks, I was at her place two or three nights a week for late night meetings as we blew off a little steam together. We both enjoyed it when she was restrained in some way and invested in leather cuffs and after one of those nights as I was getting ready to go she offhandedly said that she missed having someone who would actually get rough and not be so afraid of it. I’d have to say our comfort level together was the difference there, but if she wanted to keep me around to fuck a few nights a week I wouldn’t spoil it by opening my stupid mouth.
After a few weeks of this, we found a fun new game where we’d try to drive each other crazy all afternoon, send pics and promises and let that build up explode after 10 p.m. On this evening, we went back and forth a bit and I told her exactly what I was looking for that night.
Before I left work, I sent a quick text to say I was headed home to shower and what time I’d be to her place. After a second, I added a few more lines, instructing her to be ready the moment the door opened. I’d text her as I was five minutes out and she should be on her hands and knees, her sexy ass towards the door. She needed to be ready to play immediately, she’d done too good of a job teasing me all day.
I got home, quick dinner and a hot shower. We flirted back and forth as I got dressed and she sent a quick pic of her in a favorite corset with a thong. She asked if the thong should stay or not and I assured her it wouldn’t slow me down too much, but made no promises it’d survive the night.
I finished getting ready and hopped in my car, barely kept it near the speed limit on the drive over and texted a few minutes out that I was almost there and she should be getting on her knees to wait. I hopped up the stairs to her place, gave a quick knock and opened the door to see… nothing. What a disaapointment.
She called out from the kitchen and turning the corner, I saw her in corset and thong wiping down the counter and grabbing two glasses of water for us. She gave me a quick kiss and intentional wiggle of her hips as she passed and headed for the living room. After putting the waters down, she adjusted her ponytail and settled down onto the rug on her knees and facing the couch with the obvious expectation that I sit down there and let her get things started.
With her comment of what she’d been missing in the dating world fresh in my mind and a plausible reason to punish her, I played along. I sat down on the edge of the couch and watched her crawl up on all fours, move to a kneel and undo my belt, button and zipper. She slid off my shorts and was helping my cock out of my boxers when she leaned in with a lick of her lips and I gave her a light slap on the cheek just before her tongue made contact.
The look of surprise from stopping her was incredible. “No,” was all I said. She was confused and double checked, “No?”
“No, you had simple instructions and you didn’t follow them.” She caught on quickly and immediately tried to make up for it, reaching for me again while play apologizing and promising to make it better.
She got a slap on the wrist, another no and she sat back and stared as my cock was now getting harder but she wasn’t able to play with it just yet.
The wheels started turning and she changed positions to sit back, spread her legs and look me dead in the eyes as she sat a few feet away and rubbed the front of her thong while doing her best to seduce me with a phenomenal string of dirty talk about how badly she wanted to suck and fuck me. I nearly broke at that point.
She stepped up her game, pushing her panties aside and putting on a better show, sliding her fingers in and out and asking if I wanted a taste. She was determined and could see the reaction she was getting from me but the whole act was so hot that I wanted to see just how far she would take it. The sexy, seductive talk gave way to dirty demands just as the rubbing and eye contact became actual penetration and she got more and more into it.
After a few moments of this, she kicked off her thong to leave her totally exposed and shot me a scowl that I hadn’t cracked yet, despite her best efforts. She spun around, thrust her ass up in the air and got back to playing with her pussy while narrating just how badly she wanted to end this game and fuck. She wiggled her ass as her fingers danced over both holes as she begged me to pick one and stop playing around.
As I was quickly losing the shreds of restraint I had left, she pulled out the big guns, spanked her cute ass hard a few times and let out a loud moan she knew was one of my personal kryptonites. I started to shift forward as she lifted her head off the living room rug, looked over her shoulder and growled, “Fuck my holes now.”
I was caving anyways, but that nearly got me off before I touched her skin. I’d seen just how wet she was, but feeling it was another level. The release of all that tension set her off and she shrieked and slammed herself back at me. Afterwards, we laid on the couch and laughed as I confessed I had no plans to play it that way, but saw the shot and took it. She told me she hadn’t been that turned on in a long while and now that she knew the shortcuts, I should feel free to hold out as best I could any time I wanted and she’d still get me.
No matter how many times I tried after that, I never beat the high score of that night of holding out that long before I took her up on the offer to slide into her and have fun. It didn’t stop me from trying or her from seeing just how hard she could get me with dirty words and a private peep show.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/obcprf/what_she_asked_for_wasnt_what_she_really_wanted_mf