This is pretty chaste. No sex or anything, sorry if that's boring. Let me know what you think, if you think anything about it…

I was 24 before I ever felt love. That's older than most. But some go their whole lives without it, so I won't complain. We were in grad school together, each pursuing a master's in the arts. That's another way of saying we had no idea what we were doing with our lives.

We met day 1 of first semester, I saw her walking down the stairs toward the auditorium where class was to be held and I felt something immediately. Love at first sight you'd call it now. Back then I just called it intense interest. I was sitting on the end of a bench in the hallway outside the classroom. The previous class was still using the room and we had to wait. She sat on the other end of the bench and a guy eating a bagel sat between us. He was loud, the bagel eater, and I sort of glanced sideways at him to make sure he was actually chewing it and not eating like a hungry coyote. I noticed she was doing the same thing and we sort of smiled at each other through the man's profile, her grin was toothy and genuine, mine was shy and nervous. The guy got up and wandered over to the food cart around the corner, he must have forgotten something. Read more »

"We should renovate," I say, looking around the dining room. He studies me over his breakfast sandwich.

"What's wrong with the way it is now?" He, too, looks around the room with fresh eyes. I'm not sure if he'll really care or defer to me and trust that I know what I'm doing.

"I just want some color. It's so dull, all white like this. Or even just an accent wall or something."

"Accent wall?" he parrots, skeptical.

"Yeah, when you paint just one wall, or do a special pattern on it, something like that." He makes a noise of acknowledgment and continues surveying the room.

"Huh. So do you have anything particular in mind or just thinking out loud?"

I shrug, sheepish. "Probably one of those things I say and will never get around to–although we're actually pretty good at doing the things we talk about." I sip my hot cider before adding, "And maybe I want to get in a paint fight with you…" He looks back at me, surprised, and takes in my silly Cheshire Cat grin. Read more »

It's late at night, you just got done at the gym and are walking back in the dark. As you pass an alley I grab you and pull you inside. Slamming you against the wall forces the air from your lungs and prevents you from crying out. I stare into your eyes as they adjust to the lower light. Realizing I am the one who grabbed you your heart starts pounding even harder than before. Without a word I lift my hand from your face and put it through your hair so I can pull you in for a kiss. You try to speak but I keep your lips covered with mine. You can feel my arousal through out thin clothes, the chill in the air is forgotten and your shivering is out of anticipation now. I roughly squeeze your breasts through your shirt pulling and pinching while forcing my body against you. I reach down, pulling your shorts to the side and can feel your sopping wetness. I pull my shorts down letting you see me briefly before I grab your ass with both hands lifting you up as you wrap your legs around me. You feel me slide inside you slowly as I lower you onto my shaft. You quiver with pleasure now that I am completely inside of you. Then I force your back against the wall and brace myself as I begin thrusting in and out of you so hard you can hear the wet slapping noise of my balls hitting you harder and faster than you can stand. A low moan escapes your mouth as you cum for the first time, covering my cock with your juice and it's running down my legs. This just makes me fuck you harder as your orgasms come in waves until your legs are shaking and clamped down around me. You feel my body tense as I double my efforts making you cum even harder. Finally you tell me you can't stand it any longer moaning you cum so hard as you feel my body shudder as my cock pulsates deep inside you as you feel my hot cum fill you up. I hold you briefly until my legs are stable. You are still unable to stand so I set you down on your knees, grabbing you by the hair and forcing my cum cover cock into your mouth for you to clean. Once you have liked up all of our cum from my dick I pull my shorts up, smile softy, turn around, and walk out of the bunker. Leaving you alone in the dark still shaking and covered with our passion.

I don't normally do this, being so specific about a singular person. I just had a session with someone I genuinely care about and respect. And at this point there isn't much more for me to learn about her. I know all the secrets, where all the bodies are buried, if you will.

When we first started she thought there were pieces of her I couldn't handle. "Forget it, it's not important," rings in my ear. No Dom should ever allow this kind of speak. "Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are telling me what's important and what's not?" Here is the rule. If I wanted someone different from you I'd be with someone different. "But, daddy… my feelings make no sense and I don't want to upset you." And in that moment we come to the crux of the problem. Her whole life she's been lied to, told she makes no sense and her emotions were stupid. So when I say, be you and no one else, she is still that puppy cowering, expecting to get kicked. Read more »