Tag: Fantasy

Three days ago I fucked a man and now I’m here. Boy, oh boy, where to begin? With Bumble, of all places. I decided to swipe right on a man who stated he was ENM. This was a first for me, but I wanted to give it a try as monogamy had not been working for me. Something had to change.
The level of communication that M. and I had blown my mind. There was no guessing what he wanted and he was open with his feelings. If he said he was going to be there, he was there. I’m punctual as fuck and usually end up waiting on people. Not M., he’s never late. He was also very curious about what I liked and fantasized about once our relationship ended up in the bedroom.
Because he was so open, it allowed me to build trust with him. Trust that he cared about me and my wants and needs. I had male friends like him, but never dated one before. This trust enabled me to tell him (in text I’ll admit) that I wanted to fuck him. Surprise, surprise he wanted that too. On our next date, movie night at my house, he surprised me. The movie was over and we had moved the sexy part of the evening, and were making out when he said he had to get something he brought.
This amazing man had brought us toys, and all of them were toys that I had mentioned before. It felt like it was curated just for me. The bag of goodies included a vibrator, ass plug, glass toy, rope, and the main star: a harness with dildos. All of sudden my fantasy’s were within reach, and it became a little overwhelming. M. and I ended using the rope to dress me up so to speak, and he proceeded to fuck me senseless. No pegging for him. After he went home for the evening, I regretted not fucking him. It was all I could think about. I invited him over the next day after texting with the him the night before. The sole purpose of his visit was for me to fuck him. And I was ready this time.
The moment had finally come. There he was, on his knees with his perfectly round ass in the air. He was completely hairless as well (something that he had done for years) and it was a huge turn on. I was obsessed with his ass cheeks. They just begged to be smacked. He helped me guide the dildo in and the moan of pleasure he made had me grinning from ear to ear. I started to fuck him with slow and deep strokes, but I needed more. I started to fuck him harder and faster, spanking him a little. He was moaning and saying “Oh god”. I liked it, but something was missing.
I had him flip over onto his back so I could fuck him missionary. Better. I was able to play with his nipples, and he likes it HARD. And I like that he likes it hard. It also allowed him to play with my tits and that really got my juices flowing. We ended up putting a pillow under him and I just started pounding away. In a few minutes he is telling me he’s going to cum. “Yes, cum for me” I say. And just like a good boy, he cums. His whole body is quivering and I want a cigarette (I don’t even smoke). I light up a bowl instead and think to myself “No wonder men are so smug”. This is what it feels like to FUCK someone.
I was fulfilled with the knowledge that his pleasure was the direct result of my fucking him. I did that to him. And I wanted to do again. This was not a one time event for me or him. We cuddled and talked about what we liked, didn’t like, and anything we wanted to try next time. Not only was the sex the best I had ever had, but I have never felt so listened to. He opened up a side of me I never knew I had, and I wanted to explore it all with him.
Our day didn’t end there. We took a break to eat, hydrate, and ended up taking a nap. Well, I tried to nap anyway. While he slept, I just laid there, thinking of fucking him again and what else we could try. I was feeling much more confident, and this lead me to dig deep and own what I really wanted. My imagination was on fire. I knew M. wanted me to be more dominant as he said earlier that he identified as a bottom. Too my surprise, I wanted that too. I wanted to tell him that he was a slut. I wanted to tell him he was a good boy. I wanted to bite his ass cheeks. I wanted to him to take my dick deep in his ass until he begged me to stop. The possibilities felt endless.
M. woke up about 2 hours later and we start lightly petting each other and kissing. I run my long nails up and down his cock, slowly. M. is in love with the feel of my nails and I take full advantage of this. I start to nibble his nipple. His cock gets harder. I have him tie me up again (think decorative, not restraining). As he slowly tied the rope around my body, it felt like we were transferring power. He would tug or tighten and release slowly, as he went down my body. As if showing he was in charge. For now. I started to lick, suck, and bite his nipples. I wanted him to struggle to concentrate on what he was doing. The feel of the rope against my body was intoxicating and filled me with a sense of power.The closer M. got to being done, the more in charge I felt.
Once the roping was complete and we were almost ready for the harness. We stood there kissing while M. rubbed his cock between my legs., sliding it across my pussy, and covering it in my juices. He helped me into the harness and I ordered him to get on the bed and get on his knees. He did and I proceeded to lube up my dick. I no longer thought of it as a dildo, but more as my dick. I slowly pushed my cock into him and he groaned with pleasure. I started to smack his ass while slowly fucking him. My pussy was aching and the feel of the ropes rubbing against it was blissful. But what I loved the most about is how much M. loved it. He loved being pounded by my dick, and I was happy to oblige. I was now the owner of his ass. I asked him “is this my ass?’ and he said yes. I told him what a slut he was and he said “I’m your little slut”. The more he showed interest in being dominated, the more I wanted to dominate him.
I needed to see his face as I fucked him, and had him get on his back. I quickly got my cock back in his ass, and leaned down to kiss him. He held me as I rocked my dick in and out of his ass. I wanted to fuck him for hours. I leaned up and held his legs as I picked up speed. I grabbed his cock and stroked it while my dick plowed into his ass. Everything about the moment was electrifying. M. had to tap out, it had been awhile since his ass had been taken like that.
As I lay there, I slid my hand down to my pussy. It was soaking. I grabbed M.’s hand and told him to feel how wet I was. He was just as pleased as I was to see how much I enjoyed fucking him. He started to slide his fingers in and out, and soon I was grinding on his hand. I needed to cum, bad. M. ended up grabbing the glass toy (reminded me of anal beads but much thicker, and had a little handle). I sucked on it before sliding it into my pussy. It felt amazing. M. starts working it in and out, and I tell him faster. He fucks me with the toy faster and I can feel my orgasm building. I tell him to make me cum, and just like a good boy he does. He doesn’t stop until I tell him to.
It’s been three days, and I don’t feel like the same person anymore. I’m more confident, sexual, open and centered in what I want. Luckily I am on vacation and as I am consumed by my newfound pleasure/kink. I have joined several BDSM subreddits and it was through there that I read about Fetlife. I’m excited to learn and discover all that fulfills me. M. is out-of-town, but we have talked every day, and I can’t wait till he gets back.
***Posted with M’s permission