My Gift for Being Naughty

The 21 months that passed from the last time we met and the weekend afternoon of our meeting seemed to have compressed into nothing the moment he opened his door.


The familiarity was like between old buddies, and the questions exchanged about work life (which is as mundane as it could get) got us settled and in no time I was snuggled right next to him in bed.


For a season, he was the only one I met for adult fun time. He introduced me to sensual pleasures of BDSM play, and it was only he who I could ever submit to.


Seeing him, it felt like I could have done without the 2 years of my life with all those hits and misses from meeting all those people on the site. I could have traded with the false impressions, pretensions, the lack of experience, the drama from some (thankfully) of my past meets for just one day of being enjoyed --- used and @bused by my dominant, but reality always took over our lives. We were a mere 20 minutes away from each other, but well, because... that's life.


As soon as I lowered myself to ride his massive shaft, I was filled with tremors of delight. F@ck, I was home! The excitement wasn't just sexual; it came from the depths of my core. I wanted his control. I wanted to be restrained. I wanted to be given that mix of pain and pleasure while being brought to a point so high that all my disappointments for not being pleased in bed evaporated with his every solid thrust.


As usual, I loved how he probed all my holes, the way he would suck, squeeze, and hit my breasts, or when his hand would make my bottom blush with his spanks.


I knelt before him like a good, obedient sl@t that I was, trying to take him into my mouth, but I could only manage just a third of the way. He looked at my tear- and drool-stained face, told me what a good girl I was, and then had me stand up with his back towards him.


I brought my hands behind me and I felt something small and metallic placed around my thumbs. My heart raced. This was the exact moment when the real enjoyment began. 


He had me kneeling on the bed, then on the floor, then lying on my back on the bed again, then on my side. My pussy would have experienced all manners of sweet f@cking to last the incoming year's worth of memories. I told him that I would have loved to eat another submissive female's pussy while he was enjoying me --- I had told him how much kinkier I had become, thanks to him --- and he just smiled.These are the kinks that I sorely missed. I craved his dominance over me. 


Then, he was standing beside the bed, and I was lying underneath him, me sucking his jewels, and he softly licking my clit. I knew he was jacking himself off to climax. And in the midst of the dirty talking, I heard him groan. Hot, oozing cum drizzled over my face. I knew I pleased him, and it gladdened me immensely. 


I jumped into the shower to clean up, and then we were back in bed snuggling. His hand caressed my damp head. Oh, he knew how to give such wonderful aftercare. And all I could tell him was an earnest 'Thank you.'


Then I remembered, laughingly, 'Oh, we forgot about you hitting me with a belt!'

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