[Non-Fiction][reluc][mf] Short story about the time I gambled for consent with my high-school sweetheart

Prologue: I didn’t plan for this to be so long, it was just going to be a comment for askredditafterdark, but I figured y’all might enjoy it too. Let me know if you did. Here we go:

I was roughly 17 at the time and a mostly normal kid. Maybe spent slightly too much time with my girlfriend at the time. Her dad was ex-marine, but I had a weighty set of balls on me. Literally, because she had been teasing me from like 7PM-12:30AM. Worth mentioning is that me and her had been active for about 7 or 8 months at this point and had sex rooted in BDSM- and we kind of knew each other pretty well at this point. Therefore, I could tell it was about time to get down and started to initiate by the good old cuddle-poke. Surprisingly to me, she says she is too sleepy tonight. I initially accepted this and left her alone, no big deal.. But I was left with a nut too powerful to handle alone. However, I concede that what I did next was morally grey. I mean, she was into forced stuff but never had I done something that could betray that trust like this, but I was feeling extra dominant.

[mf][BDSM][Fsub][Slow] Trust Goes a Long Way – Part. I

**Prologue:**Despite over an hour of conversation, I feel like I only started to get to know her when I began to defile her. The first installment of this short story series details the initial stages of the evening. Let me know if there’s further interest, I write but not usually erotica. PMs open.

#Begin

We had only met once before, I bought her a cup of coffee and feigned pleasant conversation- and indeed it was. We shared our our days, our interests, our lives; but it’s not what I was truly interested in, and I think we both knew that by now. By the way I spoke to her before we met up, she responded in all the ways quaint enough to give her innocence the benefit of the doubt- supposing she didn’t know about my inclinations.

Throughout the conversation my mind was consistently flooded with detailed imagery. Imagery, and acts. While she spoke about her favorite bands, I imagined what she would look like under the table with a mouthful of cock. While I told her the story about the first time I watched Goodfellas, I was actually thinking about standing up, walking around the table, and shoving my tongue down her throat.