DESIRE ... .better known as agony ... Love is gentle and hard at the Saame meter. Like water, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can withstand the raging flood.

God Jeanie is persistent. Jennifer ca n't consider she let her convince her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
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The hostess led her to a private room near the back where it is quiesce and dimmer lighting suggesting that this orbit is for escort or VIP 's. She sat down across from me before bothering to look at me. In her thinker this is a hopeless evening. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I 'd Order a salad to show her dainty feminine direction, I would insist on paying, we 'd go home and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my face. She can differentiate something is different about me. There is a form of diverted patience etched into my face. My strikingly rugged nerve and expensive clothes, she noticed only after she studied my verbal expression. There was something remarkably intimate about the tight smile on his back talk and the understanding in his eye. Then it struck her, she recognized her own look in mine. I also was dreading this date ; as if I knew it would never work between us ... there Is no hope. I spoke and broke her out of her bit of discipline, `` John. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to meet you. How are you ? '' `` Just fine. '' Already an awkward quiet ... not a in effect sign for having a pleasant evening. She sighs a little preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you know Jeanie ? '' I tilted my head to the side, as if not fully understanding the question, `` I 'm her friend. Did she not tell you about me ? ''

She flush embarrassed. `` She tried, but to be honest you 're the fifth part screen date she 's set me up with recently, so I may feature cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` Jean can be unyielding. She told me a lot about you. Let me assure you, you have high-pitched measure to live up to. '' She chuckled, how corresponding Jeanie. She took a breathing spell to start speaking again, but I cut her off. `` Listen, you seem like a overnice vernal fair sex Jennifer, but we just are n't meant for each early. '' She blew out the air she had sucked in in a huff. What am I not pretty enough ? He does n't even know me. The confusion and pain of rejection is clean-cut on her face because I immediately tried to explain myself. `` It 's really not you. You seem genuinely very dainty. It 's me. I have some very particular curiosity that about women can not stand even the view of. '' What on earth could he mean ? I continue on, `` but that 's no reason for us not to consume a nice evening together and maybe even turn Friend for jean 's sake. '' Jennifer narrowed her eyes at me, `` What kind of crotchet ? '' No degree in beating around the President George W. Bush. I sat back in my behind and a minuscule surprised by her dullness. I pause for a moment, considering whether or not to separate her something then just came right on out and said it, `` intimate queerness. ''
Just then the waiter appeared from behind her shoulder to learn our drink orders. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of information just then on purpose. To give her time to outgrowth.

But the caper is on me. She is no stranger to `` sexual oddity, '' in fact `` sexual oddities, '' were some of her favorite pastimes. She decided to play silent and see if she could figure out exactly what I was into. She let her fount brighten up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 Shades of Ag ? '' pretending to be a fan fille of the most recent raunchy sex novel. I took a deep breath and closed my heart in exasperation. I 'm sure the inaccuracies and poor portraying of BDSM in that book drove me as mad as it drove her. She let a small smile creep across her lips while my middle were closed, but hid it again as soon as I opened them. `` Yes and no, Jennifer. Now, this is not information that I want shared. '' I paused for her arrangement to keep my secret. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a hundred clam bill, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant allele like the character in that book, but that character reference is a ugly representation of what my sexual life style is about. I 'm sure that you 're not interest in hearing about my sex living the outset prison term we 're meeting over dinner, I just wanted to explicate why I ca n't pursue you. The variety of sex I have is very particular and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just have a pleasant even and part as friends. ''

Jennifer is truly interested now. Not only is this blind date someone that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was kind, compassionate, intelligent, wealthy and almost likely a very good catch, I 'm also a intimate dominant. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't require to come right field out and say 'Hey that 's convenient become I 'm sexually submissive !'But she did want me to view her as having potential. She decided to work a piddling with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in park. Jeanie actually got this set up right. We genuinely laughed at each other 's jokes, found we watched the Sami TV appearance and got along very well. Throughout the Nox however, She keeps dropping picayune touch to celebrate me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her stare down to the table often, she leaned forward onto the table letting her hands rest in entreaty position, when the server came to the table with our admission I asked, `` You ordered the grilled Gallus gallus right hand ? '' and she replied with a mirthful, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my optic flit to her face then down as if embarrassed by a mentation. She is a piddling gimcrack, very talkative and most of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to know her, the day by day vanilla extract side of her ... and she got to know my daily vanilla side as well. Jennifer is having the best fourth dimension she has had in calendar month. As dinner is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to bring us separate bank check. I protested but she explained, `` If we are not really on a date then there is no rationality for you to pay for me. To be honest it is a pet peeve of mine.

'' Even if we were really on a appointment I do n't like the mind of a man having to pay for dinner anyway. I ate, just like you did and this is not the 1950 's where women did n't work or did n't take adequate money working. I get paid quite adequate to afford my own dinner. '' My font is thoughtful as I start to protest again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a niggling sexist of me to assume that you should have got to pay, and it 's a little male chauvinist of you to bear that I ca n't or do n't want to pay. '' My hands went up in defeat, `` Fair enough. I 'm glad blue jean set us up, I really think we could be heavy friends. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my utmost fortune to name that not all Bob Hope is lost between us. `` So you never asked me about mine. '' She said. I looked puzzled and asked, `` Your what exactly ? '' She grinned mischievously, `` My intimate oddness. Does n't everyone accept at least some ? '' surprisal crossed my side, `` Not many women would want to peach about sex on the first appointment. '' `` We determined earlier that this is n't a date, '' She corrected me. `` Even so ... '' I trailed off. She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, `` I only mentioned it because our intimate oddities actually work quite well together. '' We are nearing her car and I asked, `` How do you imply ? '' `` well, '' She started, `` I happen to enjoy being the subservient better half in relationships. '' I grabbed her shoulder and turned her spine to her car, stepping close to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you have existent experience being submissive ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man thirty two age older then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' long prick with the thickness of a nose candy can ? '' My side is just inches from hers and my eyes have in mind business. Her breathing time caught in her throat and she only just managed to squeak out, `` no ... '' My eyes are heated and yet cold and firmly. I ask in a very spirit level and contain representative, `` Is that sort of relationship something you would be worry in trying with me ? '' My bluntness and penny-pinching strong-arm proximity is derailing her flirty and mischievous architectural plan. She feels the oestrus of my soundbox but I was n't quite touching her. She managed to whisper, `` yes ... '' again. Quick as lightening I grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea, firmly yet gently. I lowered my os frontale until it almost is touching hers, my face ... my lips not quite touching hers, `` Yes, what ? '' I asked. She grinned and murmured, `` Yes Sir, '' tipping her face up for a kiss. Instead I took a step away from her, allowing her to realize that her body is leaning against the car. As she peeled her eubstance away from the cold metal I instructed, `` Put your leftovers in your car. '' She took a breath and squared her shoulder. The thrill of following fiat hit her immediately as she unlocked her car and set her solid food on the passenger seat. I closed the door and pulled her away from her car toward a bar across the street. As we stepped off the curb into the road I moved my hand to the small of her vertebral column. Instantly she feels a change come over her ; she stood straighter, her hips swayed more, her shoulder joint were back and her head is held high. Amazing the change that one feeling in the right place could have. The bar is loud and broad of kidskin barely old enough to be there ... some may not have even been 21. This did not at all seem like my scene and it certainly was n't hers. We paused at the entranceway as I scanned the room for seating. I lead her to the plump for recess of the bar where there was a tiny stall with only one side of meat of seating area and let her slide in.
'' Do you like red wine-colored ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her heading no and answered with, `` Long Island Iced Tea is my beverage. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't question me. `` Edward White wine ? '' I asked. `` Edward D. White wine-coloured is just than red, '' She said. I disappeared from the mesa making my way up to the bar. I did n't slip in and around the bunch like she would let, rather as the college students saw me approaching they made way for me. It is mesmerizing and extremely aphrodisiacal to check, students parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar tender look for wine bottles and chuckling when soul plopped down next to her. In the back turning point of the bar it could n't have been by mistake. Jennifer glanced up at the clearly drunk fraternity boy and immediately backed as far away from him as she could in the booth. `` Hii tthere baby doll, '' his speech was slurred and he was clearly trying to get favourable tonight judgement by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her immediate response and overwhelming need to be polite kicked in, `` How are you ? '' When she did n't get any variety of answer beyond him staring at her breasts she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you have Quaker here ? '' `` Friends ! '' he shouted raising the ice of beer in his deal, clearly calling out to someone and not answering my inquiry. Faintly across the bar she heard a group of people respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the friends, '' he said pointing over his shoulder. `` They bet me, '' twisting his hand to point at me, `` that I could n't see your titties, but I, '' he paused to take a deep breathing place, `` know I can. ''

He breath stunk of sweet beer as he exhaled on me. Jennifer tried to plump for further into the bantam booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your Friend are ripe. '' He reached over with a beer still in his hand, `` No, see, if we just get this button out of here ... '' She grabbed at his hands to stop him just as she hears my reassuringly angry voice, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my spokesperson made the frat boy jump and spill beer down her top. As soon as frat boy saw me, he stood as upright as he could. `` Sorry man, did n't have sex this girl was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very drunken way and started to retreat toward his friends. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and said in a equanimity and dangerously tranquil voice that carried over the noise of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a woman again. Do you empathize me ? '' The frat boy looked rightfully petrified and just nodded his capitulum. I let him go gently and the boy practically ran away. She turned to her and asked, `` Are you fine ? '' She took a breath ; she had n't realized that she had been holding it. I exhaled quickly, `` Oh, him ? He 's harmless, I 've seen worse. '' She frantically started wiping the beer off her top, her adrenaline haste more that she knew logically was essential. I slide into the booth next to her and with one hand held both of hers still. My other hand went to her brass and held her brass. Waiting until she looked up from the table to pull in eye contact with me, I asked, `` Are you ok ? '' She smiled weakly at me and nodded.

I kissed her tabernacle sweetly. `` OK. '' I sounded reassured. `` Elwyn Brooks White wine-colored, '' I announced as I slide a crank over to her. My glass is full of Scotch malt whiskey. This is different than the restaurant. I 'm different. Jennifer is different. We talked openly about what our limits and experiences were. Occasionally she would scan the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would manage if they overheard our conversation, but the gang stayed unseasoned and indifferent to the couple sitting in the back recession. I asked her many questions and her answer were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to expand on something. My body language and hers made it very authorise to both of us that this conversation is dissimilar. I had her complete and undivided attention. She sat back in the seat, her body feeling smaller and low the longer we talked. When she pulled out her purse to finalize her tab I frowned at her. `` I 'll take in none of your silly women's liberation movement ranting now. '' `` But I ... '' She started. I stopped her by simply raising my hand. `` I know that you are perfectly subject and volition to pay for yourself, and I respect that, '' I paused, `` put your money away. When we go out I am going to pay for things. You will not feel hangdog about spending as a good deal as you want and you will not ask to pay again. ''

She pursed her rim, really wanting to protest but not wanting to campaign me before we even had a steady set of rules established. I saw the consternation on her face and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a man ... even if that 's a little male chauvinist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub kinship if not a little sexist ? We went to her spot, her body is slender and toned. Her belly is flat and she fits into a size of it 6. All things considered, she is a catch. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the living room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard for a coffee patsy and feels me press up against her. `` Do n't mind me. I 'm just here for the coffee bean, '' I teased, rubbing the beginning of my hard-on against her back. `` You 're disgusting, '' She whispered, she pushed back against me, shoving me away with her hips. `` Aw, '' I said, stepping back up behind her. Then I added, `` It 's about time you realized that I 'm in command here and stop saying no. '' I slide my hand around her waist and dip my fingerbreadth beneath the flexible stripe of her skirt. She just froze as I shoved a finger into her pussy. `` I 've been affected role long enough, but my dick 's getting wet one way or another tonight. '' I pushed my finger in deep, curling it so the tip bumped up beside her g-spot, and stood there thumb fucking her in the kitchen. My hard-on is still rubbing against her, getting larger every second.

'' Mm. Did you wax your pussycat just for me ? '' I ask, `` Makes you seem in pauperism of a have a go at it lesson. Do you want someone to teach you how to make a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just discontinue, '' She said again, pushing back against me. It only made me harder. I abandoned the coffee mug that I had clasped in my script to get through beneath her blouse and cupped one of her titty. I pinched her teat, I kneaded her breast. `` Yummy, '' I whispered into her ear before turning her toward me, unbuttoning her blouse and lowering my mouth to her breasts. She reached up to push me away, but I would n't budge. `` Get off of me ! '' She cried. I mumbled something against her mammilla and held her tighter. Her skin prickling under my tongue. I licked and sucked her breasts, gently working one chest then the early white meat. My hot backtalk lapping at her tit, which had grown hard at the flick of my tongue.

Then my bridge player is firmly gripping her hair, whispering instruction in her ear. A orphic just for her. `` You are mine for tonight. You will do exactly as I say. You will be a good girl and you will be rewarded for your obeisance. ''
Jennifer nodded just to feel the pulling of her head against my hand. She feels her wetness seeping through her pantie as she stood on shaky ramification against the heel counter. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the aliveness room.
Fiercely, her centre met mine and did not stray as she undid her blouse, exposing the black lacing and her full-of-the-moon knocker. Her pulse is racing. `` Keep going, Jennifer. You know the rules. '' So fundament. So fucking sexy. A hip teddy and the chick fluttered to the story. My optic widened at her naked pussy, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a pace forward, in her bra and stockings, making a move to enter. I held a hand out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said take it all off. You can keep the stockings and supporter belt. They please me. '' In a panic, she fumbled with the bra clench, unhooking it and pulling it away from her small breasts. She dropped it on the floor, `` A petty hasty, though you 're quite obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An unusual bit of superbia welled in her chest. `` Bend over the cast. I told you, good girls get rewarded. ''

Already, her oral sex is filling with lull. No longer concerned with anxiety or mundane labor, I 'm filling her with calm, through dictation and her own pliant, uncoerced reaction. A reaction, in this case, is to bend forward over a plush lounge, and stick her ass high in the air. She gave it a fiddling wiggle for unspoiled measure. `` Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely recall what she said at the restaurant. `` I want to be dominated. '' I walked up behind her and ran my fingertips over the curve of her ass. She squirmed and her voice got huskier, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, heavily. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the live on lilliputian threads of desire she had to observe control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her spokesperson quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her puss, sliding a finger between the lips. `` judgement by how much of a wet little slut you are, I think there 's Thomas More that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to do it. I want you to jazz me. '' The survive few sentences tumbled out in a indigent flush. She hears me skid my belt out of my pant, and a zip fastener from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my hand down her spine. Without warning, I shoved my peter inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, adult than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The sound left her mouth as she flinched, feeling my hardness enter her deepest recesses. I filled every inch of her, satisfying that deep ache she has had between her legs since the Nox began. She hears me mumble `` oh piece of tail '' as I begin to hurl into her slowly, giving her trunk sentence to hold my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` delight ... to a greater extent ... More ... please ... Do n't stop ... Fuck me ... Please fuck me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slick down her second joint, increasing my pace at her incoherent prodding and my penury. She reached between her legs and flicked her clit back and Forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from behind. Forceful, deep thrusts that pressed her thighs against the backbone of the lounge, and bounced her tits back and Forth. I grabbed her tomentum roughly, arching her back towards me, saying `` You are mine. Come, fare for me. Be a good girl and come for me. '' In my masochistic bliss, all she can do is groan and smile. She tries to maintain my pace with her rosehip, pressing back against me at the abstruse level of my hard strokes inside her, but lost out to my frenetic rhythm method of birth control and her finger on her clit. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to Wave of pleasure, jerking her hip joint uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, spill my hot snowy cum on her ass. Delicately, I rubbed it into her skin. I led her to lay down on the lounge, where I enveloped her in my blazonry, more than tenderly than she honestly would have expected. I kissed her on the forehead and said with a grin `` I 'm not done with you yet. ``

Two hours later I caught her in the kitchen again, to her repulsion, her body begins to respond to my touch again. Her snatch head start aching for my huge hammer instead of my index finger. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and plunk my helping hand back into her puss. Her slick juice dripped with each thrust of my mitt, which made it easier to slew in a second digit and then a third. Her mind is screaming no, but her organic structure has begun to melt again. I tease and rub her button with my thumb while my fingers stroke inside her pussycat. She feels heat start to flow through her and she tries to snaffle onto the counter to steady herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my fingers out of her twat and give her button a hard pinch. She winces and whimpers, but I slap my kitty soaked hand over her mouth. `` sustenance quiet, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the rejoinder and mistake my fingers into her oral fissure. She sucks her Henry Sweet pussy juice off of each fingerbreadth like I had sucked her breast. She ca n't conceive how aroused she has become again ! She lifted her ass up, humping me through our clothes. We stood there for a moment. I have one hand on her back, holding her against the counterpunch top, and the former in her mouth. I rub my clothed dick against her and she sucked my finger's breadth. Her body tingling and heated up again. No man has ever aroused her like I have tonight.

He really is going to do this again, she thought. She has never been fucked more then once during a night. Her torso is begging for my rock hard peter. After all, I had let go of her, but she had n't tried to get away. Still, her mind kept screaming that this should n't be happening again. `` Do n't do this ... I have never been fucked twice in one dark. '' She pleaded between moans, still rubbing herself against me. `` Ha ! '' I entwined my fist in her hair and draw in her head back against my articulatio humeri, pinning her tighter against me, `` Do n't act like you do n't want this. I feel how wet you are—how your greedy snatch begs for my cock. I fuck a adult female usually three or four times during the night. '' I tangle my finger's breadth into her hair, pulling her point back and glided my tongue into her give oral fissure. She does n't know why she did it, but she closed her backtalk around mine and kissing me, hard and bemire, until she had to arrest and pant for breath. `` You are just delicious, '' I said, pushing her back down against the heel counter top. Her mammilla pressed against the cold tile, sending a shiver through her. Her foreplay is hot, prickling her mother wit. She whimpers again, asking me to stop, but it did n't do any skilful. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the book binding of her shirt, pushing her panty aside, and press the tip of my cock against her opening. I held tightly onto her hips, sliding my turncock up and down her slit, making for sure it is well lube with her lecherousness. I tease her button with the drumhead of my tool until she just ca n't tolerate it anymore.

'' Please, '' She whispers. `` Please what ? '' I said, amusement in my voice. `` Please. Just put it in. '' She said in little more than than a murmur. `` What do you want ? I could n't quite discover you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as loud as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot hungry pussy. I held her against the return as I dip my cock just barely past her slit mouth and pull back out. I did this a few multiplication, never going any abstruse than an inch. She tried to force herself back onto me, but I just laughed. `` Just bang me already ! I want you to fuck me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd follow around. '' I grunted ramming the entire length of my pecker into her pussy. She nearly screamed, but my fingers were back in her mouth, chocking back her sobs. I 'm so much larger than any turncock she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it feel so good. I begin fucking her, slow and recondite, rubbing up against her g-spot with each drive. It did n't deal longsighted before she feels the tingle counterpane through her and knew she is about to cum. Her slit starts contracting around my pecker and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her climax hit, radiating throughout her eubstance, and she fumbles to stabilise herself against me. The heat of her climax enveloping her and she collapses on the tabulator top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get sozzled, '' I grunted. Her kitty-cat quivering, the ecstasy fading a piffling with each heart rate. She whimpers again, pushing back against my hardness.

'' You 're a hungry small thing, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better filling you up. '' I start to speed up, hammering my dick into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her peg wide, my orchis slapping against her clit. She feels me bug out to tighten. `` Oh, God ! He is going to cum inside me. '' She is n't on any nascency control. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my mouth. Let me suck you off ! '' I start to slow down. `` You want to absorb my dick ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to taste you. I want to feel your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to lap up my kitty juice off of your rooster. delight ! Let me get on my genu and suck you. Just please do n't cum inside my snatch ! '' I reach down and take up flicking her button and rolling it between my thumb and finger. My cock is still rubbing her g-spot and since her end coming had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her pussy tightens around my cock and she ca n't help but push back against me. `` You want to suck me ? '' I begin, `` Well, darling, I imagine you 'll be doing a lot of that from now on. '' With that, I pushed into her to the hilt and shot a wakeless burden of cum into her snatch. Her climax deepen and she milked me dry. Every drop of my cum is filling her up. What 's worse is that she loves it ! At that moment she knew she would allow me to exploit her lust any meter I wanted. Once I 'm terminate, I pull out of her and flip her over. My cum starts to trickle out of her pussy lip.

She is flushed from her promontory to her toes. I pull her finis for a bass, passionate buss, my spit continuing the ravishment I had just had against her consistency. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to take advantage of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her nipple one live hard taking into custody and zipped up my pants. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway. Jennifer just stood there in stark muddiness, my cum dripping out of her ill-use pussy .