Now from my [F38] perspective [FM]

Time to tell my side of the story (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jqnx1n/fm_how_i35m_was_shown_that_my_willpower_was)

I met this guy on Bumble. We immediately hit it off, but after a couple dates I felt like something wasn’t quite there so we decided to stick with being just friends. We have been meeting up once or twice a month to enjoy each other’s company – drinking, smoking, and eating delicious food. We get fucked up, laugh hysterically and flirt like crazy. We talk about the people we are fucking. We talk about our kinks. I can be completely myself with him. And I can tell he likes it. I can tell he likes me. And I like the power that comes with that.

He makes comments that make it clear he would fuck me if only I’d let him. It drives me wild knowing that I have this sort of power over him. But he’s a total sweetheart and I don’t want to be the asshole that hurts him. So I don’t let myself go there. And yet, every time we are together I imagine the things he would do to my body if only I let him. I can tell he will work me in ways that I’ve only imagined. In my mind I am begging him to. But I hold back. I don’t want to fuck up the fun we are having as friends.

Until the other night. I’ve let on before that when I get stoned I get extremely horny. And that I’m worried I will try to take advantage of him when stoned. He promised me he wouldn’t let anything happen between us because our friendship is too important to him. I told him I trusted him, but I don’t trust myself.

He was adamant that he would not let anything happen. As much as I wanted to believe him, I knew that what I heard was a challenge. And I fucking accepted it. I wanted to break his willpower. I need to break his willpower. And that night, he also mentions he’s going for No Nut November. Even better. Challenge fucking accepted.

Earlier in the day I mentioned a backpack I had in the other room filled with some of my favorite toys and outfits from a previous planned night of fun with another couple (unfortunately that hadn’t worked out as planned). As we split an edible, he tells me he wants to see what’s in the backpack that night. I tell him it will depend on how the night goes. Hadn’t he told me he was going to be good? I knew now that this would be my opportunity to break him.

The edible hits hard and I decide it’s time. I go into the other room, change out of my stiff jeans and into a pair of cute soft joggers that show off my ass and I grab my favorite outfit out of the backpack. It’s basically a bunch of black straps connected by conveniently placed metal rings. Really perfect for rope play. Which I know he is into. And so am I. And he knows that. I come back into the room and throw the ball of black straps that is the outfit into his lap. He looks it over a bit confused. I hold it up and show him what it is. I can see him start to squirm as I know he is now imagining it on me. I feel myself getting wet, too. I feel my clit start to throb.

I mention my back is giving me trouble and he offers to give me a massage. It’s the second one that evening and I gladly take him up on the offer. I really just want to feel his hands on my body again. He has amazing hands.

I lead him upstairs to my bedroom and pull my shirt off before lying down on my belly on my bed. He comes over, puts some lotion on my back, and starts working his magic with his hands. I feel electricity racing through my body. My body starts to push back to meet his touch. He straddles me legs just below my ass. My back arches so my ass rises just enough to press back against him. As I push back, I feel his hard cock press against my ass. I can tell he is big. And I suddenly have the urge to see it.

He is feeling it to, so he rolls to the side and whispers to me that he will let this continue only if I am sure about it. My pussy is aching so I moan softly back that this is what I want.

I deftly slip my arms out of my bra and turn over to face him. My tits feel glorious as the cool air hits them. My nipples harden as I feel his eyes dance over my now half-naked body. I hear him suck in his breath and I can feel his desire. He makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive. And I know I have him exactly where I want him.

I catch his gaze and, without breaking eye contact, I tell him my tits need to be sucked. Eagerly he jumps into action, pressing his tongue against my hard nipple and then sucking each into his mouth. I feel a slight pain as his teeth dig slightly into me as he begins to nibble on one of my nipples. A moan slips out of my lips unintentionally right before I beg for him to feel how wet he is making me.

He hesitates, still clearly unsure if this is a good idea. I haven’t yet broken him. I grab his hand, lift the waistband of my soft joggers, and shove our hands together down to my soft mound. I feel his fingers graze my pussy’s lips. He pushes slightly between them and I can feel his fingers diving into my sticky juices. My body arches again which pushes his fingers deeper into me. I’ve won.

Or so I had thought. Feeling smug, I suck in a deep breath and let myself enjoy his fingers playing within me.

But I was wrong. So so wrong. His other hand quickly shoots up to my neck. With an ever-so-light, and yet rather strong, grip, he tells me in no uncertain terms that he is in control now. I melt on the spot, whimpering my understanding. He has put me in my place and I am eager to serve him.

I had planned to ask him to work over my body with one of my toys. But he is now in control and demands I choose one toy from my backpack. I don’t know his intentions so I choose my Hitachi wand because I know for certain I can come from it and I don’t want to risk not finishing. Ha! I clearly did not understand the skills of this man.

He returns to my pussy with the wand pressing against my clit. It’s immediately overwhelming to my senses and as I begin to protest, he slips two fingers into me and begins to work me over, curving his fingers inside me, pumping them in and out, all while continuing with the wand on my clit.

My body shutters, and my legs clamp closed around his hand and the wand, as I immediately jump to the edge. I feel myself about to go over. He feels it, too. But instead of watching me come and taking satisfaction in what he has accomplished, he barks at me to spread my legs again and sharply tells me I’m not allowed to come until I ask nicely. I sputter. He has definitely taken control over me. I force my legs apart and I’m not sure I can get the words out. I can only get out the whimper of “I’m going to come.” He quickly tells me that I didn’t ask. I blink hard and try to focus so I can get the correct words out this time. I feel him soften as he realizes I am unable to formulate the question and he gently tells me it’s okay to finish. I feel the warm waves of my orgasm wash over me.

I’m no longer the smug one. I am not in control here. He holds my gaze as he slowly puts his two fingers into his mouth and sucks my juices off of them. Continuing to make me feel like the sexiest woman alive, he informs me I am delicious and he wants to taste more. Before I can respond, he dives face first into my still dripping pussy. I thought his fingers were magic, but apparently his tongue is, too. It doesn’t take long before I’m about to come again. I feel my breath catch as he slips his tongue farther down my slit to my asshole. I feel his fingers enter my pussy again, pumping over and over as his tongue stroked up and down over my entire region. This time he let’s me come immediately and I am so grateful.

He doesn’t give me a lot of time to recuperate and asks me for another toy. I give him my favorite – a slender curve-tipped vibrator. Some guys don’t know how to use these types of toys properly. He did not have this problem. I follow his orders to get on all fours. He caresses my ass softly as I proudly display it for him in the air. Again, I think to myself that I have the power now. But before I can complete that thought, I feel a sharp sting as he smacks my ass hard with his open hand and deftly maneuvers my toy into me. At this point I’ve lost all ability to keep track of the magic ways in which he is touching me. All I know is he is in complete control and it feels amazing. I climax hard.

My body is beyond exhausted, which is strange for me as I tend to be able to go for hours. I ask tentatively for a break and his response was perfect: I could give my body a break because it was now his turn. His cock was impatiently waiting to be gobbled. Finally, I was going to see this massive dick I had only felt the evidence of through his pants.

That’s when I realize for the first time that he has somehow completely stripped me down. I am fully exposed. And he has not yet taken a piece of his own clothing off. Sneaky man!

I am suddenly overcome with the need to fix this disparity as I struggle to come to terms with his ability to take control of me so fully. Unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, his thick cock springs out at me in all it’s glory. Fuck. It’s big. I’ve been with some big guys before, but this was big in length and girth. Before I discourage myself, I dive forward taking the whole thing in my mouth and down my throat. I make sure he is watching this. I breathe a sigh of relief as I realize my mouth fits perfectly around his whole cock. I get to work. I’ve been told I give amazing blow jobs. I’m proud of this. And I want to show off for him. I want to do good by him. I hope I did. He stopped me before I could finish. Fucking No Nut November.

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