We weren’t always Sub and Dom. We began as FWB… Entwined as lovers briefly… Split ways.
Somehow we always seemed to be standing on opposite sides of the same doorway.
I can’t remember how it started, I just remember jumping in the shower at almost 2 am. Gunning it to his apartment, excited. Nervous. Wet.
All because he sent me one single text.
“”Come over.”
I didn’t realize it then, but lookingn in his eyes now I know. It’s all for him.
Anything my Master wants. Anytime.
I don’t remember a everything from that night. Except the urge to please him. The need to get used by him.
Eventually there was no talking. Just breathing. Raising my hips, on the couch, so he could take my pants off.
Letting him remove my shirt, his voice drenched in lust, telling me my tits were his favorite.
His tongue, gliding from just under thr slope of my mound, hard… up over my nipple. Biting. Sucking. Traveling up towards my collarbone, my breath caught in my throat. Hand reaching for his cock… his tongue on my neck.
Gasps.
In the kitchen, being bent over everything at waist level, his hands roaming my body… his pants on the ground…
We ended up on the living room floor, a tangled panting mess… straddling my face, blowing his load all over.