A few years ago, I had a period between serious relationships where I dated a lot and had some fun adventures. This is the story of one of those adventures.
To create a mental image, here’s a brief description of the two people in this story:
Me: male, 6’5″, average size cock, a little stocky.
Veronica: 5’8″, brunette curly hair, curvy, enormous boobs, very bubbly personality, incredibly submissive.
I’ve never been that into BDSM or aggressive sex. It’s just not me. I’m really laid back, I’m not all that domineering, and I’m not into physical discomfort or punishment. BDSM or anything along those lines is a fun idea for those who like it – it’s just not my thing.
When I met Veronica, that changed a bit. I didn’t want to get into spanking or anything like that. On one of our first dates, we got to talking about sexual fantasies. I’m very open about being a sexual person, and I believe that two people in a relationship should be sexually compatible in order for the relationship to work. She confessed to me that she had a huge fantasy of being used sexually. She loved the idea of someone coming by her place out of the blue uninvited, inviting themselves in, and having using her to get off. All without any pretense of returning the favor – she just wanted to be used.