I’ve always loved sex, and I’ve always felt I had a kinky side hiding just beneath my vanilla surface. Through a series of fortunate events, I happened to meet Samantha. We live states apart but our paths cross every so often for work. I always knew that sex could be so much more than vanilla. I knew there was a rabbit hole just waiting to be explored. But I didn’t have the courage to say “fuck it” and be brave. At least, until I met her… and she ever so gently lured me down that rabbit hole.
We began building our kinky relationship, and over time landed on orgasm control and denial. She is the first and only person to ever edge or ruin me. I love every moment of it, every emotion, and I crave her more each day for it. One of the times our paths crossed was when she was on a mini vacation with friends, and I was in the same area for a work trip.
We managed to reserve hotel rooms right next to each-other, with an adjoining door. We had four kinky days together, had a literal list of fantasies and activities we wanted to try, and an entire clothes drawer filled with sex toys, lingerie, and accessories. Between her going out with her friends and my work meetings, we’d sneak back to each other, to our rooms, to tease the fuck out of one another. Well, mostly I was the one being teased. And she came… a lot. There’s something special about that power dynamic – the giving you if your sexual control and pleasure to someone else, all the while being denied yourself. It’s such sweet torture and desperately thrilling.
I’ll never forget that first time she ruined me. I was sitting on my hands in a chair. She was on her knees between my legs, stroking me, sucking me, and looking up at me with her sweet but naughty eyes. She was breaking me. I was melting into the chair with each agonizingly long stroke she gave me. She turned me into a moaning mess of a man, and had me begging to cum. When I broke completely and told her I was about to cum, she said “No. Ruin for me baby.” Before my mind even had a chance to process what was happening, she stroked me hard, sent me over the edge, and paused to admire her work.
My mind was completely paralyzed – and my body was screaming “what the fuck!?” She cuddled me after and reassured me. It was in that moment I realized I had won the FWB lottery. We went at it for the next several days. Teasing, fucking, pleasing and filling fantasies. But… she never let me cum. Not once.
By the end of our time together she had edged and ruined me many more times (one session she ruined me four times in a row with her pussy. I had to pull out each time, and after the fourth I collapsed on top of her).
We talked throughout our long car rides back home. That’s when she brought up two more ideas. Things I had never even considered… cages and pegging. She was so sweet, almost embarrassed to ask. But as I stared at the phone I felt myself getting turned on all over again. Fantasizing about how deep our rabbit hole goes.
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