She stared at the words on the page in front of her but struggled to make sense of what she read back to herself.
“Fuck, I need a break,” she mumbled to herself as she once again took a deep breath and exhaled hoping the exercise would clear the brain fog developing as a result of the intensity in which she had been studying.
After a repeated set of breathing exercises, she felt she was no better than when she started and decided it was time to call it quits for the night.
This seemed to be a reoccurring pattern as of late accompanied with subtle anxiousness. She found herself more irritable than usual and unable to focus on the most mundane tasks. She figured it was due to the ungodly amount of reading assigned for each of her courses, but chalked it up to the realities of graduate school. This was what she signed up for and there was no use in complaining; it just needed to get done.
Just as she rose from her desk, her phone lit up with a new notification. It was an acquaintance from school. He had sent her a document related to his own studies. She opened it and began to scan quickly but found that task daunting considering she had called it a night for her own studying. She closed the document and texted back.
Her: Thanks for the reading but I’m tapped out for the night
Will read another time
Him: Sorry to hear that but I know what you mean
Make sure you get some rest
Her: Thanks, you too
Him: What do you plan to do the rest of the night then?
Her: I don’t know
She was lying. She knew exactly what she *wanted* to do but hadn’t entertained the idea for quite some time. In the moment, her loins flared and she felt herself overcome with an insatiable thought. She wanted to fuck. But not just any fuck would do. She wanted to be in complete control. Her day to day life required such a rigid structure that often made her feel as though the days morphed to weeks and months before she realized how much time passed. She wanted to be immersed in a situation where no one was telling her what she needed to do. Instead, she wanted to be catered to based on her needs and desires without question or second thought.
She found however with such a strong personality and direct tendency with people that she spent more time defending herself than just being accepted as is. This seemed to translate into her dating life and the men she seemed to attract. She seemed to always find herself with men who lacked the delicate balance between confidence and doormat. It seemed she may never find someone to match her sexual energy.
Him: I think I’m going to follow your lead and take a break too for the night
Her heart raced at the sight of seeing him say he’d follow *her* lead. Although there was nothing about his text to suggest a flirtatious exchange, she considered for a moment that maybe it was time to test the waters. He was an attractive guy and she noticed that he often would ask her what she thought about certain theories and ideas related to his field of study. He seemed to really value her input and liked when she shared readings with him from her own studies that intersected with his. They had built a solid intellectual connection which further his attractiveness.
Her: Oh really? What else would you follow my lead on?
Him: Of course. You’re hella smart. Um, I’m not sure what you mean haha not sure how you want me to answer
Her: I just want you to answer me
Him: If I’m answering honestly I’d follow your lead on anything
She found herself breathing a little quicker this time and let out an audible breath aloud. *Any*thing was a trigger to push the issue at hand.
Her: So you’d follow my lead if I told you to let me tie your wrists and ankles to my bed?
Him: Wow I don’t know what to say. We’ve never talked like this before
Her: Just answer the question
Him: I would if you promise not to hurt me haha
He was getting the wrong impression. She needed to reel him in from any image in his mind he might have of her inflicting pain. That was not what this was about.
Her: No. I would just want to have you to where you can’t touch me until I say you can.
Him: Hmmm sounds hot
Her: Good. I’m glad you think so
Him: So I’m tied up then what?
Her: Well first I have to get you undressed. Then I would tie you up.
Him: Being undressed by you sounds amazing
Her: Does it now?
Him: Absolutely
She smiled gleefully to herself. She was so pleased with his approval and willingness to play along with this fantasy unfolding between them. As much as she wanted to continue the conversation, she was distracted by the gnawing desire between her legs to be filled up with him; to feel her throbbing, wet, eager pussy close around his shaft as she lowered her body onto his. She needed to press into him, drive him so wild that he had not other choice but to give her every last drop of his seed. She was so distracted by the thought she nearly missed his next message.
Him: Do you want me to come over?
Her: Yes
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He could hardly believe what he was reading. He thought she was beautiful the first moment they met in the crowded coffee shop to talk about school related tasks. And as the semesters rolled on, he found her more attractive with every conversation. He tempered his excitement around her because he hadn’t had the best luck with women in the past. His intellect and giftedness in grade school made him somewhat awkward around people in general and only seemed to be amplified around women in his adult years.
Yet here she was telling him some of her most intimate desires with him on her mind! His heart was racing and his nerves were shot. He had fantasized about a woman making the first move like this to avoid the embarrassment and humiliation that often accompanied rejection. He liked the idea of not having to anticipate her needs because it lessoned the pressure of disappointing her. He had not considered how much the way she spoke to him would turn him on. He was already semi-hard he realized. He reached down to confirm and smiled. She had done something to him without even touching him and he wanted more.
—
She opened the door and lifted an eyebrow as she smiled at him. He returned her smile and began to chuckle nervously.
“I, uh, can’t believe I’m here right now,” he said with an upward inflection that suggested a question more than a declarative statement.
She slowly stopped smiling and said, “I can.”
He stepped over the thresh hold and slowly moved past her. As he did she slowly closed the door and turned toward where he was now standing. He hadn’t realized it but his hands were in his pockets; nerves.
She stepped closer to him and met his gaze. She was a good four or five inches shorter than his 5’8″ frame. This meant her looking up at him with those big, gorgeous dark eyes. He found himself taken over with desire. Her lips suddenly looked irresistible. How had he *not* noticed how big, plump and soft looking they were? He cursed himself for waiting so long on this moment, but quickly forgave himself. She had done this to him and he was in her web of passion and lust. There was no fighting it. Before he could bring his lips closer, hers were already gently pressing against his.
She felt her lips touch his and noted the electric-like flash through her whole body. His lips were soft pillows and as she continued to kiss him, she felt his arms move around her, his hands move up and down the curve of her waist and hips. He smelled like warm apple pie and tasted like cinnamon. She slowly slipped her tongue inside of his mouth and met his. As their tongues rotated around one another’s she began to draw hers back slowly and as she did took his bottom lip into her mouth and sucked gently.
He heard himself let out an audible sound as she sucked on his lips. Damn, he thought. He hadn’t experienced such passion in kissing and was grateful for her escalation. She knew exactly what she wanted it seemed and he was happy to let her get it from him.
His audible pleasure sent another shiver down her spine. She loved when men gave her informal feedback. The thought of him enjoying her every move turned her on and only worked to build the anticipation.
As they continued to make out, she reached down toward his waist and wriggled her hand inside his jeans and reached down his pants to feel the bulge. She quickly moved her hand back out and pulled the top of his underwear away from his body to clear her hand going back down but this time to feel the warmth of his manhood in her hand. As she touched, he continued to grow until he filled her hand up.
“Fuck,” he said quietly between her lips. He had no idea how to react. She had him in a place he hadn’t been in quite some time. All he knew is that he loved everything she was doing.
“I’m so glad you like that,” she said as she pulled her face away from his. She began to take his shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans. She threw his shirt down the hall and pushed his jeans to the side with her feet. He was standing in his boxer briefs and as she pulled this final piece of clothing off, his erection burst forth. The sight of his erect cock sent her into a frenzy of thoughts. She needed to get him to her bedroom.
—
The walk felt like an eternity for him as he held her hand and slowly followed behind as she led him to her bedroom. The room was dark save a soft glow from a night light near the side of the bed. This cast a soft semi-circle of visibility. He realized he would be able to see every inch of her body in this light. The ambiance she set made his body quiver.
She was still fully clothed as she gently directed him onto the bed. She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out several silk scarves of varying shades of purple. She gently drew his wrist to the first bedpost and tied methodically and with such confidence, he found himself unable to take his eyes off of her. Sometime between the first wrist and last ankle, he noticed his erection had tapered off but only slightly. He suddenly worried he might not be able to perform and the very thought began to cause his erection to lose more stiffness. Shit, he thought.
She, too, had noticed his once hard erection was now going soft. This did not bother her in the slightest for she knew she could get him back to where she needed him to be.
“Don’t worry,” she said to him as she began to take off her clothing. “I know exactly what you need.”
Her words were so exacting and direct that he found his penis suddenly semi-erect. She was so confident and so sure of herself. It was a turn on like nothing he had known before. Of course this made sense. He had never let someone tie him up like this before.
Before he could process what he was thinking, she was suddenly untying a wrist. She climbed on top of the bed and knelt beside him and brought his hand toward her inner thighs.
“Put your finger inside me,” she said matter of factly as she looked at him.
He moved his hand slowly up her inner thigh and near the slit between her lips. She was drenched with wetness which immediately made his cock react. The thought of her being so turned on turned him on. He continued to move his finger closer to her opening and as he did she let out a soft moan. This drove him crazy. He gently inserted his index finger and she began to slowly move her hips to drive it a little deeper inside her.
His finger was just an appetizer she thought. She looked back toward his lap and noticed he was fully erect. She quickly moved away from his hand. He wasn’t expecting such a quick shift and before he knew it his wrist was pulled up into the scarf again.
Before he could ask her what was happening, she was already lifting her left leg over his lap and reaching down for his cock. She began to slowly move it to align with her. She slowly lowered her warm, wet, vagina to close around his erect shaft. Once fully inside, she began to rock slowly and rhythmically with her eyes closed. He watched as the light moved on and off of her body with every movement. He could hardly believe this was happening. He was in a dizzying state of mind. She was so fucking beautiful. Her dark hair fell around her neck and shoulders contrasting with her olive skin. Her breasts were fully exposed with her dark nipples fully erect. She was a sight to behold and he both hated and loved that he couldn’t touch those supple breasts and soft belly that slightly hung over and onto his lower abs.
“Your dick feels so good,” she said to him with her head back and eyes closed.
“Your pussy …” he trailed off; he didn’t quite know how to articulate what he was feeling.
“Belongs to you,” she said finishing his sentence. It wasn’t what he was expecting but the way she said it felt right in the moment. It dawned on him that the reason he couldn’t articulate what he was feeling was because she had inserted him without putting on a condom. He was feeling her raw insides which was both exhilarating and frightening. He hadn’t had unprotected sex like this before and he wasn’t in a position to pull out if he wanted to.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked as she continued to grind away on lap.
She opened her eyes and looked down at him. “No,” she said gently as she thrust her hips into his.
“Uhhhh…” he began. He didn’t want to ruin the moment but he also didn’t want to find himself in a situation involving a little one.
“Shhhhh,” she cooed. “I want to feel your cum inside me,” as she closed her eyes returned to deep concentration on her body’s movement. She slowly rose off of his cock and he noticed the glisten in the light. She had covered him in her drippings. He forgot for a moment about what she had just said. She turned to face away from him and lifted her right leg over his lap and lowered her pussy onto his cock once again, but this time her buttocks gently laid atop his lower abdomen. As she leaned forward to move her body up and down his shaft, he had a clear view of burying his cock in and out of her. Her ass bounced with each thrust and he found his body tensing up and lifted a little off of the bed to counter the intense pleasure he was feeling.
She quickened her motions. “Fuck,” she said aloud. “Uhhhh, you feel so fucking good,” she said through her teeth. He couldn’t see her face but he imagined that was why it sounded different. He was completely helpless. She was in complete control. He felt her tense up and his cock was suddenly being squeezed.
“Ah,” he let out. “Fuck.”
She could feel that he was deep inside her. She slowly sat upright and began to bounce a little up and down the shaft. He matched her thrusts from below with his hips. He wished he could get a handful of her ass but he continued to follow her lead with every gyration to meet her pussy as it came back down onto him. The sensation was overwhelming.
“I want you to impregnate meeee,” she said drawing out the last word. He was so wrapped up into the moment that he didn’t even care if he did.
“Take my cum,” he answered back.
“I’ll milk you dry,” she countered.
They both continued to thrust her from above and him from below. Their bodies embroiled in heat and passion; neither willing to stop nor wanting to.
She felt her insides tense up, her pelvic floor tightened and she let out a gasp. She was orgasming.
“Oh my god,” he said as he felt the tightened grip around his dick. It both hurt and thrilled him. Her grip loosened as she let out deep breaths and moans. He was still thrusting into her he realized and as he did he felt the rush of fluid over his cock. She had cum over his dick, he realized. The thought of having given her so much pleasure quickened his heart beat. He suddenly put everything he had into thrusting his hips back into her as she continued to ride his cock. It was becoming too much. His stomach began to ache and tighten under her body and movements. Her pussy was too much to tame. Before he could say it, he was already exploding into her.
She felt each throb as he came inside her and continued to ride his cock. This was what she had needed. This was what had been clouding her ability to think straight. The feeling of his warm cum inside her and the risk of ruining all of her big plans for this intense moment of pleasure climaxed into utter ecstasy for her.
She slowed her body and gently dismounted and laid next to him; her sweat drenched hair mingled with the beads of sweat on his chest as she rested her head. Both their bodies heaved as they took in deep breaths and exhaled together. He looked at her hoping she would meet his gaze. After a moment, she craned her neck back to look at him. She was smiling from ear to ear and began to shake her head back and forth as though she were saying, “no”.
“What?” he asked her quizzically.
“Thanks for the study break,” she said.
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