In my opinion, the most exciting part of a new relationship is around the fifth or sixth date mark (give or take) when you’ve slept together a few times, and you start to open up more about kinks and turn-ons that you all may share and were too embarrassed to bring up at first.
Especially if you’ve already established good chemistry during vanilla sex, adding things on top of that solid foundation can be a really incredible experience.
That’s exactly what happened with me and Lynn.
A little about us. At the time I was 28. I’m 5-7 and slender but athletic; I’m a distance runner.
Lynn was a little bit shorter than me, and left little doubt to her Manhattan/Jewish roots. And I mean that as a compliment. She had beautiful dark hair, a cute face and was the right amount of curvy in the right places.
We met on a dating app and hit it off pretty quickly. Had a couple of standard dates and then things started to get physical. She loved having her nipples played with and her ass smacked and that’s about as far as we strayed for the first few times we fucked.
One night we were lying in bed talking during the post-sex glow and we started opening up a little bit to each other. I said the idea of having complete control of a woman for a night, or full day, or weekend really turned me on. Nothing too weird or crazy, just knowing that someone would pleasure me whenever I wanted would be a huge turn on. She took that a step further and said she wanted someone who would control her clothes and outfits and, even more specifically, take her clothes off and lock them in a safe, pick certain things to wear out, and then lock them back up when she got back home.
This got us both really turned on, and we ended up fucking again while dirty-talking our way through the scenario with each other.
So we knew we needed to make it happen.
My birthday was coming up, and we hadn’t gotten out of NYC since COVID started, so we got an Airbnb in one of the small quaint towns north of the city for the weekend. And the ground rules were very clear. I’d have complete control over what she did and what she wore at all times, in or out of the house. Like free use, but she was physically separated from her clothes.
We met up at Grand Central in the morning, and she was wearing jeans and an unassuming T-shirt. We took the train up north like nothing was out of the ordinary. It’s really a pretty ride, and we got to sit next to each other, snuggling a little bit tighter than maybe we otherwise would have but otherwise very normal.
We walked from the train station to the Airbnb and met our host who lived on the first floor. We had a private entrance but had to get the key. We walked in the door, and I shut it behind us. The tension in the air at this point was electric.
Without saying anything, i immediately took her duffle bag from the living room and put it in the bedroom closet. She was smiling as I came back into the living room.
I put my arms around her and kissed her gently, then lifted her shirt over her head and unclasped her bra. I led her into the bedroom and opened the guest safe in the closet. It wasn’t big enough to fit all the clothes she brought, but we were going to start somewhere.
I stuffed her shirt and bra in the safe and turned back toward her. I ran my hands up her sides and over her perfect, firm and perky 32 Cs. I massaged them a bit then pinched her nipples, and she smiled and let out a gasp. That was her favorite, and I knew I had her completely under my control.
I unbuttoned her jeans and she dutifully followed suit, slipping them off and handing them to me. I wadded them up and put them in the safe with her bra and shirt.
I walked back over to her and put one hand on her back and ran the other down from her chest, between her boobs and down in between her legs. I started slowly making out with her as I rubbed her slit over her underwear. I could feel how wet she already was through the thin fabric and was happy to know she was enjoying this as much as I was.
I guided her over to the bed and laid her down. I hooked my fingers on either side of her and pulled off her panties, as she lay there now fully naked for me. I put the underwear in the safe, programmed the lock and shut the closet doors.
I went back over to the bed and we got to work.
I started kissing her harder and she returned the favor. We were furiously making out at this point and my clothes were flying off onto the floor. I kissed and sucked on her nipples as she moaned and arched her back. She put her hand on the back of my head as if to keep me there, but I started kissing my way down, from her abs down to her waist and inner thighs.
Eventually, I m plunged my tongue into her soaking wetness, licking her up and down. I settled into a steady rhythm on her clit, alternating between slow circles and flicking up and down like she liked. Her breathing was getting heavier and heavier until I felt the familiar legs clenching and then shaking in ecstasy. I let her come down from her orgasm and came up to spoon her, kissing her shoulder and neck as her breathing steadied.
We didn’t stay there for long. My arm that was reached around her found her nipple and started teasing it. It didn’t take her long to get worked back up, and she got on top of me as we were back to making out and grinding.
When we came up for air, I put my hand on the back of her head and guided her mouth to my already hard cock. I didn’t want to force her head down, but kept my hand there to let her know that’s what I wanted right now. She slowly licked up and down my shaft a few times before taking me in her mouth. God she felt so good.
I didn’t keep her there for long, though, because I knew I wouldn’t last. So I grabbed some of her hair and pulled her back up, leading her to climb on top of me as our lips found each other again.
After a few make seconds of making out, I guided my dick to the opening of her pussy. I teased her lips with a few back and forth strokes before pushing inside her. She let out a gasp as she slowly took me in, and after a few gentle up and down strokes she was ready to go.
Reader, I wish I could tell you that we had a four-hour marathon fuck fest, but the anticipation of the weekend had been so great that I did not last long. A few more passionate thrusts up and down and I felt myself unloading inside of her, filling her up with a few days’ worth of cum. She sat there with her eyes closed, rocking back and forth and moaning softly as my last few pulses topped her off.
She got off of me and laid back down beside me. We spooned and snuggled a little bit more, then jumped in the shower to rinse off.
I had almost forgotten about our arrangement until we walked out of the bathroom and she looked around for her bag she brought briefly. She turned back to me and smiled. Our weekend was just getting started.
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Comments/PMs/feedback welcome. I’d like to start writing about a few other of my more memorable experiences. And if there’s interest here I can tell a few more stories from this weekend. If you made it this far, thanks for reading!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qv1jtf/locking_up_my_girlfriends_clothes_for_the_weekend
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