I’m just getting off the bus, walking over to V’s. I can’t help thinking about how much I want to be fucked again. I wish I had had more time at B’s. He could have gotten the job done. I sigh, thinking about what to do. Really, I should just spend the night hanging out with V. But I want to get fucked. Ugh.
I walk into her apartment and we chat for a bit. She lights a cigarette and I sit back, trying to ignore the wetness between my legs and the extent of my desire. I reach for my phone. I have a message from someone on whisper. Funny enough, I didn’t talk to this person looking for sex. His name is M. He wants to meet me.
Hmm. I suppose it couldn’t hurt. We’re just going to go grab a drink or something. I snap back to my surroundings. V needs me to help her put her air conditioner in. I get up and go do that, laughing and joking around with her as we do. It’s really freaking hot. I really want ice cream. Aha! That’s it! I’ll go get ice cream with M. I grab my phone and suggest the idea. He’s game. Cool. He is heading over.
I don’t know what this encounter will entail. It’s not one of my usual rendezvous where the expectations are 100% clear. I want sex. I know that. But I don’t know if I’m going to get it. So I will just have to see. This guy thinks he can be my dom. I don’t think he understands at all what that means. I imagine the most this guy will be is a fuck buddy. Maybe not even that much though.
He pulls up outside and I go out to meet him, hopping into his car. He wants to go to the corner store for ice cream. I’m not very happy about that. There is a McDonald’s just down the road (2 minutes away) that I want soft serve from. It’s the whole point. I LOVE soft serve. I order a cone in a cup with no cone (more than one = a cup of ice cream). Mmm. Perfection. But no. The corner store has more selection he says. So that’s where we go.
I got some Ben and Jerry’s chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Yum. We leave the corner store and park in an empty, dark parking lot. We sit there chatting and as suspected, he has no idea what being a dom means. He thinks it’s about “mental fucking” me by calling me names and being an asshole. I can be an asshole he says enthusiastically. I laugh and explain to him that’s not what it’s about.
I want to submit to someone on a mental level as well as physical. 24/7 submission. Rules. Punishments. Tasks. I want everything, the whole nine yards. Not just bedroom fun. A D/s relationship requires much, much more work than a regular relationship. Especially for the dom.
M looks at me in surprise, telling me he had no idea it was so involved or complicated. I smile, I know. I had already told him this. I tell him we could have sex though. He gets excited and nervous, “Oh you want to have le sexy times”. I turn my head looking out the window, rolling my eyes at the words. He said it in a sort of joking, childish manner. I said nothing.
He drove around and we looked for a place to park to have sex. He drove a van and there was plenty of space. The first place we went to I thought was perfect. I was very dark in the back seat of the van and so late that I didn’t think anyone would bother us. But M was too paranoid and wanted to find another spot.
Off we went. We tried 2 more spots and at each spot, M was even more anxious. I suggested we go back to the first place and then he tells me we’ll just have to have sex another night. Fine, I grumble and he takes me back to V’s.
I was supposed to have sex. That was happening. And then it was taken away from me. God dammit! Time to find someone else. I seemed to have plenty of options though, a couple of men in particular were definitely turning me on.
I agreed to meet one in particular and then was slammed with disappointment as we realized he didn’t live in the same city. I frowned, turning back to my other messages…
I was getting some what desperate now. I needed release. And there it was, a message asking if I would meet a guy at a hotel. V was with me and decided to come sit in the air conditioning while I was upstairs getting fucked. Fine by me. Actually, I felt safer this way. So off we went.
I walked into the hotel alone, V didn’t want to meet N. He met me in the lobby and walked ahead of me, leading me to his hotel room. We walked in and he turned to me, immediately reaching out to fondle my breasts. I allowed the contact and he asked me how big they are. Triple D’s. They’re nice.
N leans down, pulls my breasts out of my shirt and kisses and licks my nipples, wrapping his arm around my back. I rested my hand on his arm and pushed my chest into his hands, sighing a little. After some time playing with my breasts, N had me get on the bed and he started rubbing my clit.
He liked to rub with a lot of pressure. The clit is a sensitive little bud. The secret to mastering it is to use the right amount of pressure. Too much pressure? It’s so intense, most men don’t have the ability to continue to rub at that level for an extended period of time. You want to make it crazy intense? Fine. But understand this: If you do that? It will take a while.
Some women can’t handle it at all. It’s way too intense. But not me. It’s causes a jolting sensation through my body. The trick to using the clit to make a woman orgasm is to use circles, varying between fast and slow with a mix of light and medium pressures. Once you find a level that seems to be making her really happy, just keep doing that! Don’t change pressures!! Change direction, sure. Rub faster, rub slower. But keep the same pressure. She’ll be putty in your hands soon… ;)
He pushed a finger into my pussy and pushed it in painfully deep. C’mon, I get wanting it to go in deep. Hell, I want that finger in deep. But what I don’t want is having that finger pushed so hard into me that it feels like you’re trying to rip me open to push it in even deeper. It’s not necessary.
A 2nd finger slid into me and he did the same thing, slamming his fingers into me and making me cringe a little. I didn’t complain because even though it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, his fingers inside of me still felt good. He had this thumb on my clit, rocking it side to side and pressing hard. I shuddered and moaned, arching up a bit. A 3rd finger went into me.
His fingers thrusting picked up and N rubbed my clit forcefully. My head thrashed from side to side as pleasure assaulted my body, playing with my senses. Every time N moved his thumb to the side, an intense pleasure jolt traveled through my body. It also interrupted the building intensity. So the intensity would build, his thumb would go to the side and kill it with an intense jolt, then start building again and be gone again once his thumb moved to the other side.
After a while, N sat up and started pulling his pants off with one hand and pleasuring me with the other. What he was doing now was absentminded, but oh did it feel good. He would rub my clit in a circle with his thumb, using the perfect amount of pleasure. I shuddered. Oh man. He would rub for a couple of circles, stop as he fumbled with himself with his other hand. You see, he would forget what he was supposed to be doing with the other hand. Then he would remember, and stroke me in that delicious way. Then pause. Delicious stroke. Pause.
Oooooh. I writhed on the bed a little, but his arm kept my legs open for him. He pushed my legs open further and pushed them up, settling between my legs. He looked at me. Tease me he says. Tease me with your pussy. So I pull my legs up more and his tip settles against my opening. He’s not hard enough to penetrate me, but he rocks his tip back and forth against me as he rubs my clit.
It feels really good but he’s back to using too much pressure again. He was driving me insane. I needed his dick in me. I leaned up, looked up at him and then down, wondering what I could do. He said he couldn’t get hard without a blowjob. That was a temporary no for me, as you should all know (cold sore). He suggested that I suck it over the condom. The thought of it seemed strange, but I guess that could work. I said I was willing to try it but that he’d have to change condoms. He looked at the condoms across the room and then back at me, deciding not to have me try.
He kept rubbing my clit and thrusting his fingers into me with one hand, using his other to jerk himself off. I wanted to ask him to move closer so I could stroke his dick. But, for some reason I felt like I shouldn’t. I could tell I was mostly just a piece of meat to him right now. His attention shifted off of my clit, automatically causing him to reduce pressure on my clit. He started rubbing it in that perfect way.
I tilted my head back against the bed and arched up, moaning. He didn’t seem to notice how much the change in pressure affected me. He was more focused this time, so he rubbed my clit longer, perfectly. Pause. Rub. Pause. Oh. Please. I’m writhing around on the bed, pleasure screaming through my body. I need release.
The rubbing stops and he tries to get inside of me again. This time he does get inside, but he’s still not particularly hard. He tries a couple of small thrusts and shakes his head, “Nope. I’m just not going to get hard.” He pulls out and leans back, then starts rubbing my clit again. But now he is once again focused on his task of rubbing my clit as hard as he can. The pleasure jolts are back, interrupting my building orgasm.
The jolts are getting more intense, as are the moments between jolts. Pleasure is coursing through me, screaming for a way out. I moan and writhe, twitching and pulsing. I can’t even feel his fingers working in me. I think he removed them. But it doesn’t matter, I’m too focused on the intense jolts. They were coming faster and faster as N got impatient, rubbing faster and harder.
I moaned even louder now, shaking and trembling, approaching an orgasm. I can smell and just barely feel it again, but it’s still just out of reach. The intensity increases and I shudder, my body tensing up. I relaxed and let out a gasping, shuddering moan. N stops and says to me, “You must have cum now!” “No…”
He swears, “No way! Well I’m sorry.” He gets up and walks away from me. I roll off the bed and start putting my clothes back on. Disappointment weighs heavily on me, but at least he tried. He could have stopped when he realized he wasn’t going to get hard. He assures me the problem wasn’t me, he’s had 8 beers. Oh. Well, that I hadn’t known. Oh well.
I leave and meet V in the lobby downstairs. We chat for a while and then she takes me home where I have an unsatisfying masturbation session and sleep.
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