Gently dominating the tall quiet guy [FM]

*I decided to share some of my own experiences because I figured it would be a fun way to work on my writing skill. I’m open to constructive criticism, but please leave any negative energy at the door.*

This story happened after I graduated college and made me aware of my more dominant side. For reference, I’m kind of short (5’1″), white/tan with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. What I lack in height I more than make up for curves. Sure, I often wish I could be thinner because of all the cute clothing, but having big boobs has its benefits too.

Anyways, I was with my friends at a bar, and I kept making eye contact with this cute guy a few tables over. For the sake of anonymity let’s call him Kevin. Now, Kevin was just my type — tall, thin, and kind of shy. Up until then I had been with mostly dominant guys because it was easier, but I have since learned which men are a better fit for me.

I caught him looking at my breasts a few times so I figured he was interested. I waited for him to approach me, but he never did. At some point I just said fuck it. I walked over to Kevin while he was ordering drinks at the bar. He must have been like 6 and half feet tall or something because I actually had to tug on his shirt to get his attention. I introduced myself and teased Kevin about staring at my boobs. Something in me must have awoken, because when he turned all red and apologized I told him to come and sit next to me.

Long story short, he gave his friends the drinks and came to hang out with me and my friends. He was mostly quiet, but I kept him entertained by touching his thighs and moving his hand over to my leg. After a while he started to open up a bit and he even worked up the courage to ask for my number. So cute!

When my friends started to head out, I turned to him, “well, am I going home with them or you?” I had never been that forward before, but something about his reservation had me eager to take charge.

“W-what do you want to do?” Kevin stammered while trying to act cool.

“I want to go with you,” I said firmly, looking into his eyes.

Before I knew it, he was saying bye to his friends and we were in an uber going back to his apartment. While he made small talk with the driver I couldn’t stop myself from teasing him, running my fingers softly along his legs. I could tell he was hard from the indent in his pants, but I made sure to no touch it yet. He had to concentrate on talking to the driver.

When we got back to his place I was happy to see that he lived alone and didn’t have any roommates. I took off my shoes, sat down on the couch and told him to come kiss me. His tall body was too big to lie down next to me, so he had to hold himself up with one leg on the ground. I reached my hand down to feel his dick, it was already rock hard and pushing against his jeans.

Kevin took his shirt off and continued kissing me. I pulled my pants down and lightly kissed his neck. Kevin must have been sensitive there since he let out a cute moan and told me to stop. I moved back up to his ear and whispered, “go down on me,” using both my hands to grab his head and shoulders. I pushed him down between my legs and he got to work. He wasn’t the best at giving head, but something about controlling this much bigger man turned me on so much.

Eventually I told him to stop and get undressed. Kevin stood up and took his clothes off while I sat on the couch and watched, slowly touching myself to keep my pussy wet. He was a little embarrassed, but did what I told him to. I looked him over. Kevin’s tall body actually had a little bit of muscle on it, with a small patch of hair on his chest and stomach. He then lowered his pants, his dick very hard with a slightly upward curve. It was probably an average size, and between his neatly trimmed pubes and his tall body it looked both cute and manly.

*(Side note: all penises are wonderful and unique. I find smaller ones cute and fun to play with, and some of the best sex partners I’ve had are on the smaller side. You’re penis size does not correlate with how much of a man you are, or pretty much anything to be honest. Love yourself, love your body, and enjoy sex. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.)*

I stood up and placed small kisses on his body. From his stomach down to his erect cock. I asked him if he has a condom and he ran into his bedroom to get one. When he got back I told him to sit down and put it on. Kevin opened the condom and rolled it down over his hard dick while moved on top of him.

I slowly lowered onto his cock and it easily slid in because of how wet I was. I placed my hands on his wide upper body to hold myself up while I rode him. I then took off my shirt and undid my bra while pushing myself onto his hard dick. I lowered down to let him suck on my tits while aggressively grinding my hips against him. After about 5-10 minute I was getting close to having an orgasm, but I was worried he would cum first.

“Don’t cum yet,” I said with a deep moan as I grinded against him, “I’m almost there.”

“Ok,” he grunted looking up at me from between my breasts with a worried look on his face.

I continued to ride him, building up to my orgasm. Every ten seconds or so I gave him encouragement, telling him how good he felt and that I was almost there. After another minute or so I began to orgasm.

“I’m going to cum,” I moaned between exhales, “I’m cumming!”

He tried to keep moving his hips but I managed to hold him down, feeling my orgasm wash over me. My head was on his shoulder at this point, and my hands grabbing his hair. After a minute or so I slowly started riding him again. When I picked up speed he looked at me with big eyes and softly asked if he could cum yet.

“Yes,” I said, picking up the pace of my movements, “you can cum for me now.”

Seconds later he began to cum. I had one hand on his chest and the other delicately gabbing his hair. He let out cute moans and bucked his hips while I praised him, “such a good boy, cum for me.” (It was the first time I ever said that, but it just felt right). I told him he was a ‘good boy’ a few more time while he was cumming and kissed him on the cheek before getting off him to clean up. We were both spent and I ended up staying there that night, holding him as the big spoon. I liked it even if I did feel like a little koala bear holding on to his tall body.

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*This is already a very long story, so I’ll just wrap this up by saying that I met up with Kevin a few more times. He eventually moved and we lost touch, but I still look back at this encounter as somewhat of an awakening for my more dominant side.*

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p1dw19/gently_dominating_the_tall_quiet_guy_fm