They were lovers, devoted to each other’s needs, wants, safety; devoted to each other’s everything. The depth of what they felt for one another was rarely understood by those that knew them and would be harder still for those who simply passed by on the street. It was as if they were one, split into two people, two hearts, to find each other and reconnect over and over again.
The only sadness in their relationship was born from the miles that separated them. Most days those miles and hours of difference felt like oceans of water turning them into their own lonely islands. She’d share a picture of herself and he’d wish to reach out and graze her cheek, pass his fingers through her hair. He’d tell her how he wished to kiss and hold her and she’d imagine his moist lips meeting hers and his strong arms enveloping her. They’d talk endlessly via messages getting lost in the text and speak over the phone as time allowed. They both, simply closed their eyes as they talked, seeing the other just in front of them, close enough to reach out and touch and yet as quick as their eyes opened again the image of their loved one faded away.
She’d dream of being there with him, seeing him, feeling his breath on her bare skin, only to wake with a stretched arm cast out to the empty side of the bed as if searching for him. He’d see her in the women he passed in the market, swearing once it had to have been her, or at least her literal twin. When she simply smiled and continued past him to the bread aisle, he sharply came back down to Earth, knowing he’d made a mistake.
All they had were their texts, their phone calls, their emails. Often, from the built up desires they stifled away, even their innocent conversations would turn to playing. Each new word becoming more intoxicating, a drug they couldn’t live without. She’d begin to touch herself, whimpering when it felt good. He knew her well enough to inquire as to what she was doing, making her admit her dirty sins. Eventually she’d succumb to how wonderful it felt begging him to allow her to cum. Shortly he’d oblige after some torturous edging commands and then he followed suit, growling out for her. Many times they orgasmed together, and yet they’d not physically touched one another in what felt like a millennia.
He grew tired of wanting to touch his love, wanting to feel the goosebumps she’d only described, wanting to wipe away tears of sadness, and wanting to feel the energy that came from her giggle he’d only gotten to hear. He wanted all of this in lieu of the phones, the texts, the video chats; and he knew she wanted it to. He planned to visit her, to surprise her really. He knew her schedule and her life down to every tiny detail, that’s what was expected between them being Dominant and submissive. Even if he didn’t control the distance between them he wanted a sense of control by knowing her life well enough to recognize if something went awry.
The day had come, he stepped off the plane with a new sense of self. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this way, perhaps, he thought to himself, it was when she visited him long ago, when he felt he had fewer wrinkles and gray hairs-an exaggeration of course. He had made is way to the coffee shop she always went to for her mid-day pick me up. Like clock work this is what she did, she didn’t even have to mention anymore the walk it took from her office building, though she knew how much he’d want her to report she made it safely. He stood across the street as the cars passed, one by one. His phone dinged, her message to him, and he decided to just watch her for some time to gaze upon her and soak in the moment; mostly to get those jitters out. He felt like a schoolboy all over again fantasizing about kissing a girl for the first time.
He could see her sitting at the nook in the window. He knew her habit of daydreaming, usually of him and their hopes to be reunited. Something stirred within her, that connection she felt only with him, in his presence. She looked up and out into the street through the window. She saw him for just a moment as a large public transit bus passed between her and what she believed to be her imagination. She fully expected the man she loved to no longer be standing there once the bus drove on, out of view. She felt a yearning in herself she’d not quite experienced before and began to stand, hoping this wasn’t just her imagination. As the bus cleared from view they locked eyes and he began to walk closer, crossing the street quickly, not because of the cars, but because he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.
They embraced one another, feeling as though they couldn’t get close enough. He brushed her hair from her face and looked into her eyes, moving in to kiss her and doing so with such passion and strength she literally became weak in the knees. He asked where the closest restroom was and she pointed toward the back, a single stall with a lock on the door. This one a bit more private than the larger multi-stall, only used by the staff. She knew this because she fantasized about him taking her here just like this and worked out the details, making sure if it ever did happen not to be a nuisance to the other patrons or getting caught for that matter. Once behind the locked door he grabbed her and kissed her rougher than before making sure she knew she was his from the start.
He then held her at arms length, looking at her. “Strip, slowly.” He said it with such power she instantly obeyed. She never lost eye contact with him even as she piled her clothes in the corner. “Get on your knees.” Again, said with such power she couldn’t help but collapse quickly. “Show me how much you’ve missed me, how much you’ve wanted me.” She swiftly began undoing his jeans and relieved his stiffening cock. Just prior to taking him in her mouth she asked, “may I, Sir?” He nodded his head and she began sucking hungrily as if his cock could give her life. Soon he could barely take the pleasure and he didn’t want to give in that quickly. He pulled her up and kissed her once then turning her towards the sink and mirror. She locked eyes with him again in the mirror smiling, quite possibly the happiest he’d ever seen her.
He pulled the belt from his jeans and placed his hand on her upper back between her shoulders. He pushed her down toward the sink to make sure she was exposed to him. He folded the belt in half and picked up her panties, putting them inside her mouth to muffle the sounds she was soon to make for him. He started soft but built her up quickly and she was covering her mouth with both her hands, panties still inside. Even still she didn’t take her eyes off of him. After several swats he inspected her cunt not surprised to find she was dripping wet. He knew she was ready for him. He pulled her hips closer to him and made his way inside of her cunt, nearly burying himself there over and over again. Still muffled by her panties he pulled them out of her mouth exclaiming, “I want to hear you moan for me, I want to hear how good I make you feel.” He continued on this way, fucking her harder and harder watching her lose herself in him. He pulled her body up against his, looping his arm around her neck and his other arm around her hip, his hand and fingers finding her clit and rubbing almost as hard and as fast as he was pounding into her cunt.
She was losing control, she was sinking deep into her mind, the pleasure claiming her and she was thankful he was holding her up. It was as though she’d left her body and was watching herself; experiencing the pleasure in multiple ways. She could feel it physically there in her own body but also here mentally watching it happen. The pleasure building and building and building. She knew she needed to ask, somehow no matter how deep in her mind it was so automatic, she’d been trained after all this time to ask for permission.
“Please.”
It was all she could muster. “Please what?” He responded, still forcing himself into her, not skipping a beat. “Please, Sir, Please. Can I cum.” “And who are you cuming for my love?” “I’m cuming for you Sir, please, please let me cum for you.”
“Not yet.” He said. “I’m not ready.” He then looped his arms up under hers and grabbed her breasts stabilizing himself he began slamming into her harder and harder. Quickly she began begging again. “Please Sir, I need to cum, I want to cum for you.” He hammered into her even faster and finally allowed her release. She let go, allowing the pleasure to take over and her orgasm exploded onto his cock, wet and warm. He continued to fuck her and then for a split second let go of the control he had over himself. He too began to orgasm and he possessed her stronger and rougher than he ever thought possible; pulling her body into his, never wanting to let her go.
They both came down from their high and he began kissing her back, her neck, her shoulder, the side of her cheek. He looked her in the eyes again through the mirror, simply taking in her newfound glow, he’d almost forgotten what it looked like. “At long last I have you and I’m never letting you go.”
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