I've had fun posting here before, and these are two more of my real-life stories posted on this site :

Never In a Million eld : www.sexstories.com/story/101292/

- What Happens In Lope Felix de Vega Carpio ... : www.sexstories.com/story/101639/

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I'm in a long-term almost sexless marriage ( still am, nothing much has changed ). Nearly everything else about my life sentence was and is not bad, but the sex has always been missing, so I've developed pretty good accomplishment at getting what I needed while keeping things felicitous on the menage front.

At the time I was closing in on 40 years old but still had the libido of a 16yo ! Like today, I was fit back then and while not a gym rat, I didn't hesitate to pack my shirt off to mow the lawn. I'm the nice-neighbor kind of guy who has a amend than ordinary Dad-Bod. I'm snowy with an olive complexion, 5'9"and just about 160 pounds, tidy sum of saturnine hair, putting green heart and have a wiry build.

So back then I joined an online"alternative"adult dating site. Pretty soon after I got way more than I bargained for ! Within a couple mean solar day of posting my profile, this girlfriend … a 29-yo woman at the time … she answered my ad.

I looked up her profile and it said something about her deep motivation to be punished."Well, that's form of rick,"I remembered thinking. I didn't know anything about Doms and bomber and BSMD, but I was so firmly up that I decided to diddle along and figure it out … it couldn't be THAT difficult, mightily ? I needed to get laid.

About the hale Dom thing … I 'm NOT AT ALL the violent character ... I do n't even like yelling at my dog. As a matter of fact, dogs and all animate being really have it off me … and they say if creature like you, you're probably not a horrible soul. So honestly, the musical theme of being a DOM perplexed me. For me, sex was always about sharing a family relationship … about getting closer, showing affection, and giving and receiving love. It was never about ascendence or powerfulness or mastery. That was about to change.

Via email, the char and I hit it off correct away.

Here's one reason ; she made the early-internet-era mistake of having her name linked to her email. Her real public figure ! It was Joni, like from the old TV show Happy daytime. It only took me about 5 mo to bet up her name and address. I sent her a really kind and unthreatening short letter to inform her of the rookie mistake. I even asked if she wanted to hold on talking, or if my knowing who she really was caused her too very much anxiety. My being honest helped her hope me, and that trust opened up a Pandora's box of fun.

We chatted on line of business, and then on the telephone set."She sure does n't sound Weird,"I thought to myself as I hung up after our first lively conversation. I expected someone who wanted to feel bother during sex would march some outward William Tell, but there wasn't anything that stood out. I did learn that she'd been married and divorced, and that she was highly educated ( lord's academic degree ) and a professional pedagogue. A confessedly upright person … with a secret. She sure wouldn't want the school dining table finding out about this sanative life, eh ?

We agreed to meet. Literally she said,"cum by my house after school,"like she was setting up a romp date ! I worked for myself at the meter, so it was well-heeled for me to adjust my schedule. Joni lived about 5 miles from my star sign so I swung by on my way home. She lived in a tidy little brick bungalow in one of Chicago's sr. neck of the woods. I swung into the narrow driveway, shut the car down and hopped out not knowing what to expect. Joni had sent a face characterisation but it wasn't very flattering. I was half expecting her to be a Butter Face … as in she's got a hot consistency,"but her face"is really ugly.

She was in her dwelling house's back yard and came out to recognise sports meeting when she heard me pull up. This lady friend was NOT a butter side. She had unawares, curly, dirty blond hair, pretty blue sky eyes, and a sweet smiling. I'd guess she was about 5'3 ”. Judging by how she filled out her t-shirt and jock short circuit, she might have weighed 125 Cypriot pound. Her curvature were fledged and very aphrodisiac. For visualisation intent, I recall her boob were a with child b-cup … nothing grotesque.

We sat on her multitude patio enjoying the shade on the strong summertime afternoon. I could only stay a short time, but I felt sincerely attracted to her. We talked about careers, alum class and the excitement of looking through the personal ads. She thanked me again telling her about her electronic mail faux pax. Things were going great.

As the minutes ticked away, I had to get going. We both stood up, and respecting the fact that we were in plain sight of anybody who might have been out of doors in the neighborhood, I didn't hug her or even arrest her helping hand. But I did tell her very clearly that I wanted to catch her and kiss her very badly. She surprised me by suggesting we go inside. You could have knocked me over with a feather !

We stepped inside the home's small side incoming. It was a tiny space that was quite dismal compared to the bright outdoors. I recall awkwardly shuffling about in the dim luminosity as she closed the door behind us. Like so many of those older small family, from the tiny landing you could go into the kitchen, into the front living room, or descend down the basement stairs !

Standing close in the small entrance, she slid her soundbox close to mine, looked up into my eyes and kissed me so passionately that the spine of my leg tingled.

After a few second, her lingua found mine, and then she stiffened it up and forced it in my oral fissure. I sucked on it like it was a big clitoris ! After a few minutes of kissing like high-schoolers, I had her breasts out of her t-shirt. Her firm nipples were like plump grapevine, and her breasts filled my large helping hand just perfectly.

In my first act as a would-be pretenting-DOM, I purposefully twisted her left nipple with my right index finger and thumb … not too gruelling, but enough to let her get laid I meant business. Her pegleg went weak and she moaned the sexiest sound I'd ever heard come from a cleaning woman. I figured,"I guess I'll get the bent of this !"

I really had to get home, so I very reluctantly stopped what we were doing. The look in Joni's eyes was somewhere between out-of-control passion and genuine love. She looked up at me with such fuck-me oculus I almost creamed myself. But my real life called me back to reality.

We quickly agreed on our side by side meeting, and chatted a few clock time in between. When she emailed me, she called me maestro. And I referred to her as my Sweet Little Bitch. Working to play up the DOM thing, I swung by the hardware store to buy some thick cotton plant roofy and a new utility knife. That 's me, always the kidder, but the chemical reaction I got from Joni totally surprised me.

I arrived at her business firm on our minute frolic date much earlier in the afternoon. I carried to rope and knife in my pecker bag. The airscrew helped seduce a positivistic impact. I brought out the rope and flicked out the blade like some variety of vicious and said, `` I gon na make you my bitch for real."Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

She led me down the basement stairs to what seemed like an old, unused rec elbow room. There was some unaccented coming in from the glass pulley windowpane and it was dead tranquillize. There was an old sofa pushed up against a wall, plus a twain chairs and an old TV sitting on an even old coffee berry table. The tile trading floor was a elementary checkerboard pattern. Everything was a little dusty. Like many houses of the era, a metallic element shaft traversed the center roof, and steel berth supported the beam.

I knew in a flashgun what I'd do. Transforming into what I thought a Dom should be, I looked at her, grabbed her by the berm, spun her toward me, and looked her right in the center."flight strip,"was all I said. She looked down. But I lifted her eyes back to me mine by holding her Kuki and lifting her head up firmly. She blinked and nodded.

I stepped back and crossed my arms to watch.

She started by taking off her t-shirt. Then her shorts. Then I told her,"Stop."Then I just looked at her. She blushed standing there in plain skin colored bra like she'd wear to lick and white boy-cut step-in. I told her,"Turn around."I looked at her some more, then stepped secretive and said in a potently critical flavor,"gabardine granny pants ? Seriously ? And you knew I was coming ? Fuuuuuuuuck."And with that I cocked my right hand back, opened my thenar and swatted her correctly ass cheek with a intemperately slap. She squealed and jumped up."Shut up,"I said,"That didn't injury. I'm not even warmed up !"Then I moved to my left field so I could slap her left ass impudence with even more force. As I roughly grabbed her bra clasp and unfastened it, I said,"Take those ugly thnigs off."She bent over facing away from me, and as she slid her pantie down, my hand mark began to demonstrate bright red on her china-white ass.

"routine around,"I commanded. Looking down, and clumsily kicking off her pantie from her human foot, she turned around, her bra dangling some, but still covering her bureau. I reached forward and used my integral hand to grip between the cups and just pulled. Caught off safety, she wiggled her arms release and they dropped back to her English.

"Nice tits,"I said as I reached out with both hands to feel each breast from the side."They'll do."

"Thank you, Master,"was her reply.

Before I knew it, I had her nude in her own basement. I was being a little rougher on her boob than I ever thought I would be with a woman ... but she liked it ... it turned her on. She started yelling like it hurt ... but there was a smiling on her cheek and the fiend in her eye ....

I pushed her down on the couch ... made a quick noose and tied her custody together and then to the foot of the sofa. Then I really went at her tits, twisting the pit out of them ... .she yelled so loudly that my ears rang. She never did use her safe word ... which she mumbled to me while I was biting the side of one of her knocker. Then I grabbed her cunt sass and started in on them. I got her to the point of cumming a few clock time, but would n't let her ... .until I was ready.

About then, I figured it was time for some oral natural action ... she pursed her lips ... ..I played pissed and spanked her ass and the binding of her thighs 'till they were pink and blotchy. I went after her bosom and kitty again, and she came again ... .then I got my BJ. After some nice viva, I had her climb on me. She was rocking away, but I slowed her right down. It was grand. I timed it so we both came at the Same time. Then I just held her. The demarcation was wonderful.

It was around 5:30 pm when I went place, and I was wobbly legged the rest of the night. Every metre I thought about the experience, I got steadfast and activated. The next day, I could n't intercept thinking about it. I had discovered the delight of being a maestro, and found new power in being able to pleasure a woman in a way that was new to me.

What happened shortly thereafter floored me. I got an email from Joni.

Here's what it said :"Rich, If you get a divorcement you can have me for life sentence. I want you, I need you, and yet I ca n't possess all of you. This is n't fair. If I had just a year or two before you filed for a divorce, I would be very affected role. Since I know you won't alteration your life, I can't see you again. It hurts too much. Even so, I send you a big passionate kiss. Joni"

Over the succeeding yr or two we corresponded a few clip. Joni got married and earned her PhD. My hope is that she is still leading a terrific lifetime surrounded by a jazz home. But I'll always remember Joni through the passion in her eyes and the sound from her brim when I twisted her nipples …