Breaking the brat: Part 1
A few months ago I started talking to a girl looking for a FWB. Messaging her, I didn’t think I was reaching out to who would become my new sub. I was.
After about 2 months of flirting, sexting, bonding and a couple of dashed attempts at meeting up, we finally arranged for her to stay with me during a trip to London.
We had discussed our likes, dislikes, kinks, fantasies, almost everything under the sun! We knew we were going to be a great fit and neither of us could contain our excitement.
When I finally picked her up from the station and got her on the tube I couldn’t stop myself from touching her. I pressed her close to a corner, both of us standing up, my back to the rest of the carriage.
I let my hand rest gently on her hip as I smiled down at her and told her how badly I wanted to get her back to my place, how excited I was to finally fuck her and how was the train taking so fucking long?!