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

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

- What Happens In Vegas ... : www.sexstories.com/story/101639/

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I'm in a long-run almost neuter wedding ( still am, nothing much has changed ). Nearly everything else about my aliveness was and is great, but the sex has always been missing, so I've developed pretty good acquisition at getting what I needed while keeping things happy on the home front.

At the clip 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 select my shirt off to mow the lawn. I'm the nice-neighbor kind of guy who has a better than average Dad-Bod. I'm livid with an olive skin color, 5'9"and just about 160 pounds, lots of darkness haircloth, green heart and have a wiry build.

So back then I joined an online"alternative"adult dating web site. Pretty soon after I got way more than I bargained for ! Within a couple days of posting my visibility, this daughter … a 29-yo womanhood at the time … she answered my ad.

I looked up her profile and it said something about her rich pauperism to be punished."Well, that's kind of twisted,"I remembered thinking. I didn't know anything about Doms and Subs and BSMD, but I was so backbreaking up that I decided to encounter along and envision it out … it couldn't be THAT difficult, right ? I needed to get laid.

About the unscathed Dom thing … I 'm NOT AT ALL the wild character ... I do n't even like yelling at my dog. As a matter of fact, wienerwurst and all beast really love me … and they say if creature like you, you're probably not a horrible person. So honestly, the thought of being a DOM perplexed me. For me, sex was always about sharing a relationship … about getting close, showing affection, and giving and receiving lovemaking. It was never about say-so or big businessman or ascendency. That was about to change.

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

Here's one reason ; she made the early-internet-era mistake of having her name linked to her electronic mail. Her tangible epithet ! It was Joni, like from the old TV show happy Days. It only took me about 5 second to look up her computer address. I sent her a really variety and unthreatening note to inform her of the rookie error. I even asked if she wanted to keep talking, or if my knowing who she really was caused her too much anxiousness. My being honest helped her confide me, and that trustingness opened up a Pandora's box of fun.

We chatted on line, and then on the phone."She sure does n't sound unearthly,"I thought to myself as I hung up after our first live conversation. I expected somebody who wanted to find pain 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 ( Master's level ) and a professional pedagogue. A on-key vertical person … with a secret. She for certain wouldn't want the school board finding out about this alterative sprightliness, eh ?

We agreed to converge. Literally she said,"Come by my sign of the zodiac after school,"like she was setting up a play date ! I worked for myself at the time, so it was easy for me to adjust my docket. Joni lived about 5 miles from my house so I swung by on my way home. She lived in a tidy little brick bungalow in one of Windy City's older neighborhoods. I swung into the narrow drive, exclude the car down and hopped out not knowing what to expect. Joni had sent a nerve characterisation but it wasn't very flattering. I was half expecting her to be a Butter boldness … as in she's got a hot body,"but her grimace"is really ugly.

She was in her home's back yard and came out to greet meet when she heard me pull up. This girl was NOT a butter nerve. She had short, curly, dirty blond hair, pretty blue eyes, and a sweet grinning. I'd surmisal she was about 5'3 ”. Judging by how she filled out her t-shirt and athlete shorts, she might get weighed 125 pounds. Her curves were grow and very sexy. For visualization determination, I recall her knocker were a orotund b-cup … nothing monstrous.

We sat on her face pack patio enjoying the specter on the warm summertime afternoon. I could only ride out a short time, but I felt sincerely attracted to her. We talked about careers, graduate social class and the excitement of looking through the personal ads. She thanked me again telling her about her email faux pax. affair were going great.

As the proceedings 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 give been out-of-door in the neighborhood, I didn't hug her or even carry her hand. But I did tell her very clearly that I wanted to grab her and kiss her very badly. She surprised me by suggesting we go inside. You could take in knocked me over with a feather !

We stepped inside the home's belittled side entrance. It was a tiny outer space that was quite gloomy compared to the bright outdoors. I recall awkwardly shuffling about in the dim twinkle as she closed the doorway behind us. Like so many of those sometime small home base, from the tiny landing place you could go into the kitchen, into the front living room, or return down the basement stairs !

Standing close in the small entree, she slid her trunk close-fitting to mine, looked up into my middle and kissed me so passionately that the backs of my legs tingled.

After a few present moment, her tongue found mine, and then she stiffened it up and forced it in my mouth. I sucked on it like it was a big clit ! After a few minutes of kissing like high-schoolers, I had her breasts out of her T-shirt. Her firm pap were like plump grapeshot, and her titty filled my prominent hands just perfectly.

In my first gear act as a would-be pretenting-DOM, I purposefully twisted her left nipple with my right index finger and thumb … not too hard, but enough to let her sleep together I think of job. Her legs went infirm and she moaned the aphrodisiacal phone I'd ever heard come from a womanhood. I figured,"I guess I'll get the hang of this !"

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

We quickly agreed on our next meeting, and chatted a few metre in between. When she emailed me, she called me Master. And I referred to her as my confection Little Bitch. Working to run up the DOM affair, I swung by the hardware store to buy some stocky cotton plant roofy and a new service program tongue. That 's me, always the kidder, but the reaction I got from Joni totally surprised me.

I arrived at her house on our second maneuver particular date much earlier in the afternoon. I carried to rope and knife in my tool bag. The airplane propeller helped make a confident impact. I brought out the rope and flicked out the blade like some kind of felon and said, `` I gon na make you my cunt 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 unclouded coming in from the trash block windowpane and it was absolutely calm. There was an old lounge pushed up against a wall, plus a couple chairs and an old TV sitting on an even older umber table. The roofing tile storey was a elementary checker board design. Everything was a little moth-eaten. Like many house of the era, a metallic element light beam traversed the sum ceiling, and steel posts supported the beam.

I knew in a flare 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 eyes."striptease,"was all I said. She looked down. But I lifted her optic back to me mine by holding her chin and lifting her head up firmly. She blinked and nodded.

I stepped back and crossed my coat of arms to watch.

She started by taking off her jersey. Then her boxershorts. Then I told her,"Stop."Then I just looked at her. She blushed standing there in plain peel colored bra like she'd wearing to lick and white boy-cut panties. I told her,"Turn around."I looked at her some more, then stepped cheeseparing and said in a potently critical tone,"gabardine granny knot pants ? Seriously ? And you knew I was coming ? Fuuuuuuuuck."And with that I cocked my right script back, opened my palm and swatted her properly ass buttock with a hard smack. 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 wing so I could slap her pull up stakes ass boldness with even Thomas More effect. 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 panties down, my deal Saint Mark began to designate bright red on her china-white ass.

"Turn around,"I commanded. Looking down, and clumsily kicking off her panties from her invertebrate foot, she turned around, her bra dangling some, but still covering her pectus. I reached forward and used my full hand to clasp between the cup and just pulled. Caught off safety device, she wiggled her arms free people and they dropped back to her position.

"Nice tits,"I said as I reached out with both hired hand to palpate each titty from the side of meat."They'll do."

"Thank you, Master,"was her response.

Before I knew it, I had her au naturel in her own basement. I was being a slight rougher on her breasts 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 grin on her face and the devil in her eye ....

I pushed her down on the couch ... made a fast snare and tied her hands together and then to the human foot of the couch. Then I really went at her tits, twisting the nether region out of them ... .she yelled so loudly that my ears rang. She never did use her safe give-and-take ... which she mumbled to me while I was biting the incline of one of her breasts. Then I grabbed her cunt lips and started in on them. I got her to the point of cumming a few prison term, but would n't let her ... .until I was prepare.

About then, I figured it was time for some oral action ... she pursed her lips ... ..I played pissed and spanked her ass and the book binding of her thighs 'till they were pink and blotchy. I went after her boob and pussy again, and she came again ... .then I got my BJ. After some overnice oral, I had her climbing on me. She was rocking away, but I slowed her right down. It was tremendous. I timed it so we both came at the Lapplander time. Then I just held her. The contrast was wondrous.

It was around 5:30 pm when I went menage, and I was wobbly legged the respite of the night. Every time I thought about the experience, I got stiff and excited. The following day, I could n't stop thinking about it. I had discovered the pleasure of being a passe-partout, and found new power in being able to pleasure a fair sex 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 divorce you can give birth me for life. I want you, I need you, and yet I ca n't have all of you. This is n't sightly. If I had just a year or two before you filed for a divorce, I would be very patient. Since I know you won't change your life, I can't see you again. It hurts too much. Even so, I send you a big passionate kiss. Joni"

Over the future year or two we corresponded a few times. Joni got married and earned her PhD. My Hope is that she is still leading a tremendous life surrounded by a eff menage. But I'll always remember Joni through the mania in her eyes and the sound from her sass when I twisted her nipples …