“I wanna tie you up.” he said to her as he pulled the straps of her bra down her arm.
She was straddling him, enjoying feeling his hard cock pressed against her, thinking about putting it into her mouth when he made his request.
“Nope.” she shook her head. She didn’t like the idea of giving up control like that, especially with a partner she was just getting to know sexually.
He kissed her. “Please.” he pressed.
“Nope.” she repeated, a twinge of nervousness slipping through her chest. She didn’t want to explain herself. She wanted no to be enough.
“What’s wrong with being tied up?” he asked, taking her breasts into his hands.
“What’s wrong with saying no?” she countered. Her desire was fading as her defenses were coming up.
“Nothing. I’m just curious as to why you don’t want to. I think it’d be really hot.”
“It would be really hot if I were into it. I don’t like the idea of it. It doesn’t sound like fun to me.”
“Ok.” he nodded and she felt he heard and understood her.
They went back to kissing, gradually getting more aggressive. Her defenses melted and her desire came back. She pushed him back and took off his jeans and underwear revealing his long slender cock.
He watched her shimmy out of her skirt before climbing on top of him, feeding his grinning mouth her nipple.
They met online three weeks ago and had been having fun and sometimes awkward sex. He discovered she was obsessed with having her nipples played with the instant he put his mouth on them. She learned he enjoyed a tight grip on his cock during hand jobs. He told her he was insecure about the size of his belly. She offered she was learning to love her thick thighs by letting him rub and squeeze them without shying away or asking to fuck with the lights off.
He trapped her brown nipple between his teeth and pulled while she watched, her pussy excited and wet. She rubbed herself against his cock as he moved to her other nipple, sucking and pulling it with his lips before biting it.
Then in one swift movement, he rolled on top of her. She loved feeling his weight on her. It made her feel safe.
He took her wrists and pinned them above her head. Panic rose in her throat and she squirmed which he must have taken as excitement because as he kissed along the length of her neck he said into her ear, “I really want to tie you up. I promise I won’t be rough.”
“I said no!” she snapped, yanking her wrists free.
“Jesus! You don’t have to yell!” he snapped back sitting up.
“I don’t? What’s it going to take to get you to hear me say no?” she propped herself on her forearms and he got off of her.
“Hey. I thought it would be fun alright? You like it when I choke you…” he trailed off.
“That has nothing to do with anything. Just because I like one thing doesn’t mean I’ll like another. No doesn’t mean yes. It doesn’t mean keep asking.” she said, pulling her knees to her chest.
“I’m sorry.” he reached for her but she shook her head.
“I need to be alone.”
“You’re kicking me out?” he asked, eyes wide.
She reached for her shirt, pulling it on, followed by getting off the bed, picking up her skirt, stepping into it before saying,
“For now, yes. That was a buzzkill. I don’t think you have any idea what it’s like to be pushed and pushed for sex, pushed to do things you don’t want to do, and then to do them because maybe you’re afraid, or maybe you just want to be liked, or maybe you have no idea how to say no.”
“You’re right I don’t.” he replied, picking up his underwear and pulling them on. “You don’t know either what it’s like to have zero clue as to what women even want. Sometimes there’s a yes, sometimes the signals are hard to read so we keep asking until we get something clear. Sometimes it’s hard to read your body language so we just act in hopes that you’ll tell us. We just want to please you. We just want to know what the fuck you want.”
“I hear that.” she said. “But if you don’t know then that doesn’t mean proceed. It means ask. It means listening and maybe having a conversation. If you’re getting a hard and fast no, like the one I gave you, what is there to be confused about?”
“I crossed a line. Ok?” he said, holding his hands up in a defeated manner. “And I’m sorry. I can’t say anything else but that. I’m going to go. I still want to continue seeing you, but I’m going to leave it up to you to get in touch.”
“Thank you.” she replied.
She waited a week and a half before contacting him asking to get a drink after work. She still liked him, still wanted to see where this would go, but was so tired of the consent battle. It seemed obvious to her, but maybe he had a point too. Maybe it was hard to read women because so many like herself, grew up hiding their sexual desire so that they’re frozen when the time actually comes to do anything.
She thought about this on the way to meet him. It didn’t excuse his persistence after she told him no, but maybe now that she had laid down a boundary she wouldn’t run into the issue with him again.
They met up at a bar near her office. He was wearing his usual t-shirt, this one blue paired with dark jeans. She had on her favorite navy dress, the one that hugged her curves and red kitten heels.
He kissed her cheek and said, “It’s good to see you.”
“You too.” she smiled.
He kept his hand on her lower back as they entered the bar and took a seat in a cozy half circle booth by the window. They exchanged pleasantries and ordered drinks, a beer for him and a whiskey ginger for her.
His thigh was almost touching hers and she could feel the heat of him next to her. Her pussy was getting excited wanting to rush through the drinks and chatter despite her brain pumping the brakes, wanting to take things slowly and cautiously.
When their drinks were half consumed he rubbed her forearm with his index finger and said, “I’m really glad you wanted to hang out. I thought I had fucked up pretty badly.”
“I’m glad you accepted. I appreciate your willingness to meet up.”
“I apologize again for pushing too much.”
“Thank you.” she took a sip of her drink. “I really like and enjoy spending time with you and your magic cock.”
“My cock and I have similar feelings about you.” he grinned.
“I still want to do all the sexy things with you. I want to keep exploring and learning and I want you to hear me when I say no.”
“I will, and I want those things too.”
She kissed him, moving her hand from her drink to his leg. Just being honest, like really and truly honest with him got her wet. She was so used to fearing her partner’s response that she would deliver half-truths, and throw herself under a bus to ensure there would be no upset. She had no idea how much pleasure and enjoyment and fulfillment would come just by stating what she needed and wanted.
He placed his hand on her cheek, then slid to her neck as they kissed. He slipped his tongue between her lips, his cock hardening. No one had laid it out so clearly for him before and he was surprised at how turned on he was just by knowing he didn’t have to guess with her. He trusted her which opened up a sense of freedom for him.
She moved her hand to his cock and squeezed it, before pulling back. “Another round, or do you want to go back to my place?”
“Your place.”
They settled up and got a Lyft to her apartment. The instant they were inside and she closed the door he was on her, kissing her hard, hands pushing through her hair as she pressed herself to him, lifting her leg to wrap around his.
He grabbed her ass, grinding against her. She devoured his neck until he let go of her and pulled her into the bedroom, unzipping her dress.
Their breath was hurried and rushed, both of them kissing and grabbing at the other. She unhooked her bra as he pulled her underwear off, and knelt to lick her. He was slow and gentle at first. She spread her legs wider opening herself to him and he placed his mouth on her, his tongue stroking a little harder.
Her legs shook and twitched from the intensity.
“Keep doing what you’re doing, just ease up on the pressure please.” she said, and he did so.
“Yes.” she exhaled. “Just like that.”
He ran his palms over her stiff nipples as he licked. She rocked against his face, placing her foot on his thigh so his tongue could fully meet her clit.
For once, she wasn’t harboring some resentment, or trying to protect herself because she trusted he understood her boundaries. Her energy could be spent enjoying what he was doing instead of her habitual racing to fix or disengage from it.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, when she had to feel him inside of her she asked for it and he sat up, grinning and wiping his mouth.
“You don’t want to come?” he asked.
“Oh I do, but coming from having my pussy eaten doesn’t always happen, and I want it now.”
When they were situated on the bed, he dipped inside of her then stroked her clit and opening with the tip of his cock. She was still while he teased her, noticing the nuances of the sensations as he slid over her clit then back down, and then the relief of the pressure of him filling her up.
He took hold of her knees and gently pushed them to her chest as he continued to thrust into her. She propped her head on a pillow to watch him feeling even more turned on by the sight of how wet she had gotten his cock.
A light sheen of sweat had formed on his forehead as he fucked her harder. He let go of her knees and pressed himself to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her as tightly as she could, grinding her hips against his.
“Is this ok?” he asked.
“Yes.” she whispered.
“I admit to being a little nervous.” he said.
“It’s ok. I am too. This feels amazing though.” she replied.
“It does.” he said into her neck before kissing her.
They stayed locked together fucking harder, and faster, and all she could focus on was how lucky she felt; how excited she was to keep exploring with him. Even if it didn’t last forever she was fulfilled now.
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