DESIRE ... .better known as agony ... beloved is piano and hard at the Same time. Like water system, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can withstand the raging flood.

God Jeanie is persistent. Jennifer ca n't believe she let her win over her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
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The Abacus is known for a mythological meal, Abacus is the flagship for epitomizing relaxed, ticket dining. The restaurant 's reputation is for signature tune menus, extensive wine-colored tilt and custom-crafted cocktails, plus a Jesse James Beard nomination for service. At Abacus, they cultivate an surround that revolves around people and their relationship to nutrient. It's a civilisation of celebrating the uniqueness of ingredient, guests and staff—from the valets, legion, host and chefs alike. Together, the experience transcends the intermediate boom experience to truly singular. In this moment Jennifer is stunned. This is the fifth blind date Jeanie has set up for her in the last six weeks. How can she explain that no issue how nice a guy is, she just not going to be worry ? The type of men she is concerned in do n't go on screen day of the month. She certainly does not know a guy that can afford this restaurant.

The hostess led her to a private room near the vertebral column where it is quieten and wispy lighting suggesting that this area is for appointment or VIP 's. She sat down across from me before bothering to calculate at me. In her mind this is a hopeless eve. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I 'd Holy Order a salad to show her dainty feminine room, I would insist on paying, we 'd go home base and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my face. She can tell something is different about me. There is a sorting of diverted solitaire etched into my face. My strikingly rugged face and expensive apparel, she noticed only after she studied my aspect. There was something remarkably familiar about the tight smile on his lips and the pinch in his eyes. 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 second of study, `` John. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to cope with you. How are you ? '' `` Just fine. '' Already an awkward silence ... not a good sign for having a pleasant eventide. She sighs a footling preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you know Jeanie ? '' I tilted my top dog to the position, 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 subterfuge engagement she 's set me up with recently, so I may have cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` Jean can be dour. She told me a lot about you. Let me tell you, you have gamey measure to populate up to. '' She chuckled, how ilk Jeanie. She took a breath to start speaking again, but I cut her off. `` Listen, you seem like a Nice Edward Young cleaning lady Jennifer, but we just are n't meant for each other. '' She blew out the air she had sucked in in a seeing red. What am I not pretty enough ? He does n't even know me. The confusion and bother of rejection is clear on her face because I immediately tried to explain myself. `` It 's really not you. You seem genuinely very nice. It 's me. I have some very particular queerness that most women can not brook even the view of. '' What on earth could he entail ? I continue on, `` but that 's no intellect for us not to have a gracious eve together and maybe even become friends for blue jean 's sake. '' Jennifer narrowed her eyes at me, `` What variety of oddities ? '' No degree in beating around the scrub. I sat back in my behind and a little surprised by her dullness. I pause for a bit, considering whether or not to tell her something then just came right out and said it, `` sexual oddities. ''
Just then the waiter appeared from behind her shoulder to study our drink orders. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of information just then on purpose. To render her clock time to process.

But the joke is on me. She is no stranger to `` sexual peculiarity, '' in fact `` sexual oddities, '' were some of her preferred pastimes. She decided to play dumb and see if she could figure out exactly what I was into. She let her case light up up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 Shades of Silver ? '' pretending to be a fan girl of the most Holocene epoch raunchy sex novel. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes in exasperation. I 'm certain the inaccuracies and pitiful depicting of BDSM in that book drove me as mad as it drove her. She let a small grinning creep across her lip while my eyes 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 agreement to observe my enigma. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a hundred dollar throwaway, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the role in that book, but that character is a horrible mental representation of what my sexual modus vivendi is about. I 'm surely that you 're not interested in hearing about my sex life the first gear meter we 're meeting over dinner, I just wanted to explicate why I ca n't pursue you. The kind of sex I have is very particular and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just have a pleasant evening and role as booster. ''

Jennifer is truly interest now. Not only is this blind appointment mortal that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was kind, compassionate, intelligent, flush and about likely a very right catch, I 'm also a sexual dominant. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't want to come redress out and say 'Hey that 's commodious become I 'm sexually submissive !'But she did want me to view her as having potential. She decided to play a little with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in common. Jeanie actually got this set up in good order. We genuinely laughed at each other 's joke, found we watched the same TV shows and got along very well. Throughout the night however, She keeps dropping niggling hints to keep me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her stare down to the table often, she leaned forward onto the board letting her bridge player rest in prayer spot, when the waiter came to the mesa with our admission I asked, `` You ordered the grilled crybaby right field ? '' and she replied with a comical, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my eyes dart to her face then down as if embarrassed by a thought. She is a small loud, very talkative and most of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to know her, the day-by-day vanilla English of her ... and she got to know my daily vanilla side as well. Jennifer is having the effective time she has had in calendar month. As dinner is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to bestow us distinguish checks. I protested but she explained, `` If we are not really on a escort then there is no reason for you to pay for me. To be honest it is a pet peeve of mine.

'' Even if we were really on a engagement I do n't like the estimation 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 piddle sufficiency money working. I get paid quite enough to afford my own dinner. '' My facial expression is serious-minded as I start to resist again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a piffling sexist of me to usurp that you should let to pay, and it 's a little male chauvinist of you to put on that I ca n't or do n't require to pay. '' My handwriting went up in licking, `` bazaar enough. I 'm glad Jean set us up, I really think we could be great protagonist. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my last chance to mention that not all 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 sexual rarity. Does n't everyone let at least some ? '' surprise crossed my face, `` Not many women would want to utter about sex on the first date. '' `` We determined earlier that this is n't a date, '' She corrected me. `` Even so ... '' I trailed off. She shrugged her articulatio humeri nonchalantly, `` I only mentioned it because our sexual oddities actually work quite well together. '' We are nearing her car and I asked, `` How do you mean ? '' `` Well, '' She started, `` I happen to love being the submissive partner in relationships. '' I grabbed her shoulder and turned her back to her car, stepping close to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you have actual experience being submissive ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man thirty two class sr. then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' farsighted putz with the thickness of a nose candy can ? '' My face is just inches from hers and my eyes meant business. Her breather caught in her throat and she only just managed to squeak out, `` no ... '' My middle are heated and yet cold and difficult. I ask in a very level and master voice, `` Is that sort of relationship something you would be concern in trying with me ? '' My bluntness and close physical law of proximity is derailing her flirty and wicked plan. She feels the heat of my body but I was n't quite touching her. She managed to whisper, `` yes ... '' again. Quick as lightening I grabbed her wrist, firmly yet gently. I lowered my brow until it almost is touching hers, my face ... my lip 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 recognise that her physical structure is leaning against the car. As she peeled her body away from the moth-eaten metal I instructed, `` Put your leftovers in your car. '' She took a breath and squared her shoulder. The thrill of following orders 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 route I moved my handwriting to the small of her back. Instantly she feels a change seminal fluid over her ; she stood straighter, her hips swayed more, her berm were back and her question is held high. Amazing the change that one cutaneous senses in the right lieu could possess. The bar is cheap and full of kids barely old enough to be there ... some may not birth even been 21. This did not at all seem like my scene and it certainly was n't hers. We paused at the entry as I scanned the room for seating. I lead her to the game box of the bar where there was a tiny booth with alone one side of seating room and let her sliding board in.
'' Do you like red wine ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her head no and answered with, `` Long Island Iced Tea is my deglutition. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't question me. `` Caucasian wine ? '' I asked. `` White vino is wagerer than red, '' She said. I disappeared from the table making my way up to the bar. I did n't slide in and around the crowd like she would have, rather as the college students saw me approaching they made way for me. It is mesmerizing and extremely sexy to watch, students parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar supply ship facial expression for wine-coloured feeding bottle and chuckling when someone plopped down next to her. In the back corner of the bar it could n't have been by mistake. Jennifer glanced up at the clearly salute frat boy and immediately backed as far away from him as she could in the booth. `` Hii tthere baby skirt, '' his manner of speaking was slurred and he was clearly trying to get lucky tonight judgement by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her immediate response and overwhelming motive to be polite kicked in, `` How are you ? '' When she did n't get any form of answer beyond him staring at her breasts she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you have friends here ? '' `` Friend ! '' he shouted raising the shabu of beer in his hand, clearly calling out to someone and not answering my question. Faintly across the bar she heard a chemical group of people respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the friends, '' he said pointing over his shoulder. `` They bet me, '' twisting his hand to pointedness at me, `` that I could n't see your tit, but I, '' he paused to film a deep intimation, `` know I can. ''

He breath stunk of sweet beer as he exhaled on me. Jennifer tried to back further into the bantam booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your friends are good. '' He reached over with a beer still in his hand, `` No, see, if we just get this clitoris out of here ... '' She grabbed at his hands to stop over him just as she hears my reassuringly angry phonation, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my vocalisation made the frat boy parachuting and spill beer down her top. As soon as fraternity boy saw me, he stood as unsloped as he could. `` Sorry man, did n't know this girl was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very drunken way and started to withdraw toward his friends. I grabbed him by the apprehension of his shirt and said in a calm and dangerously quiet vocalization that carried over the noise of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a adult female again. Do you understand me ? '' The frat boy looked rightfully petrified and just nodded his head. I let him go gently and the boy practically ran away. She turned to her and asked, `` Are you alright ? '' 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 hurry more that she knew logically was necessity. I slide into the booth adjacent to her and with one hand held both of hers still. My other hand went to her face and held her cheek. Waiting until she looked up from the table to make eye touch with me, I asked, `` Are you ok ? '' She smiled weakly at me and nodded.

I kissed her synagogue sweetly. `` Okay. '' I sounded reassured. `` White wine, '' I announced as I slide a glass over to her. My methamphetamine is to the full of scotch. This is unlike than the restaurant. I 'm dissimilar. Jennifer is dissimilar. We talked openly about what our limit and experiences were. Occasionally she would scan the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would wish if they overheard our conversation, but the crowd stayed young and indifferent to the couplet sitting in the vertebral column recess. I asked her many doubt and her response were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to exposit on something. My organic structure language and hers made it very clear to both of us that this conversation is different. I had her utter and exclusive tending. She sat back in the seat, her body feeling pocket-size and smaller the longer we talked. When she pulled out her purse to settle her tab I frowned at her. `` I 'll accept none of your pathetic feminism ranting now. '' `` But I ... '' She started. I stopped her by simply raising my hand. `` I know that you are perfectly capable and will to pay for yourself, and I respect that, '' I paused, `` put your money away. When we go out I am going to pay for thing. You will not feel hangdog about disbursement as much as you want and you will not ask to pay again. ''

She pursed her lip, really wanting to protest but not wanting to push me before we even had a steady set of rules established. I saw the consternation on her nerve and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a man ... even if that 's a little sexist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub family relationship if not a small sexist ? We went to her place, her body is slender and toned. Her belly is flat and she fits into a sizing 6. All affair considered, she is a taking into custody. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the living room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard for a coffee mugs and look me press up against her. `` Do n't mind me. I 'm just here for the coffee berry, '' I teased, rubbing the first 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 clock time you realized that I 'm in command here and hold back saying no. '' I slide my script around her waist and dip my fingerbreadth beneath the elastic band of her skirt. She just froze as I shoved a finger into her pussy. `` I 've been affected role long enough, but my gumshoe '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 finger fucking her in the kitchen. My hard-on is still rubbing against her, getting larger every second.

'' Mm. Did you wax your pussy just for me ? '' I ask, `` make you seem in penury of a fuck object lesson. Do you need someone to teach you how to defecate a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just stop, '' She said again, pushing back against me. It only made me harder. I abandoned the chocolate mug that I had clasped in my hand to reach beneath her blouse and cupped one of her bosom. I pinched her mammilla, I kneaded her breast. `` Yummy, '' I whispered into her ear before turning her toward me, unbuttoning her blouse and lowering my mouth to her titty. She reached up to push me away, but I would n't budge. `` Get off of me ! '' She cried. I mumbled something against her nipple and held her tighter. Her tegument tingling under my tongue. I licked and sucked her breasts, gently working one breast then the other breast. My hot sass lapping at her nipple, which had grown hard at the picture of my tongue.

Then my hand is firmly gripping her pilus, whispering instructions in her ear. A secret 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 obedience. ''
Jennifer nodded just to experience the clout of her head word against my mitt. She feels her wetness seeping through her panties as she stood on rickety ramification against the counter. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the animation room.
Fiercely, her eye met mine and did not stray as she undid her blouse, exposing the shameful lace and her full breasts. Her pulse is racing. `` Keep going, Jennifer. You know the principle. '' So seat. So bally sexy. A hip slip and the skirt fluttered to the base. My eye widened at her nude pussy, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a whole step forward, in her bra and stockings, making a move to enter. I held a mitt out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said take it all off. You can hold open the stockings and garter whang. They please me. '' In a panic, she fumbled with the bra clasp, unhooking it and pulling it away from her low bosom. She dropped it on the floor, `` A little hasty, though you 're quite obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An unusual bit of pridefulness welled in her chest. `` bending over the couch. I told you, good missy get rewarded. ''

Already, her read/write head is filling with hushed. No longer concerned with anxiety or mundane tasks, I 'm filling her with equanimity, through commands and her own pliant, willing answer. 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 little wiggle for good measure. `` William Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely remember what she said at the restaurant. `` I want to be dominated. '' I walked up behind her and ran my fingertips over the curve ball of her ass. She squirmed and her voice got huskier, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, hard. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the in conclusion fiddling togs of desire she had to maintain control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her representative quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her twat, sliding a finger between the lips. `` judging by how a good deal of a wet fiddling slut you are, I think there 's more than that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to sleep together. I want you to bonk me. '' The last few conviction tumbled out in a destitute Rush. She hears me slide my belt out of my pants, and a zipper from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my helping hand down her cover. Without warning, I shoved my shaft inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, expectant than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The auditory sensation left her mouth as she flinched, feeling my hardness enter her deepest recesses. I filled every inch of her, satisfying that mysterious ache she has had between her leg since the nighttime began. She hears me gnarl `` oh roll in the hay '' as I begin to force into her slowly, giving her body metre to hold my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` Please ... More ... more ... please ... Do n't stop ... ass me ... Please fuck me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slickness down her thighs, increasing my step at her incoherent urging and my need. She reached between her legs and flicked her clit back and forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from fanny. Forceful, deep thrusts that pressed her thigh against the back of the sofa, and bounced her mammilla back and Forth. I grabbed her hair's-breadth roughly, arching her back towards me, saying `` You are mine. Come, add up for me. Be a good girl and cum for me. '' In my masochistic bliss, all she can do is moan and smile. She tries to keep my pace with her hips, pressing back against me at the deepest point of my hard solidus inside her, but lost out to my frantic rhythm and her fingers on her clit. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to waves of pleasure, jerking her hip joint uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, disgorge my hot white cum on her ass. Delicately, I rubbed it into her skin. I led her to lay down on the sofa, where I enveloped her in my arms, more tenderly than she honestly would have expected. I kissed her on the forehead and said with a smile `` I 'm not done with you yet. ``

Two time of day later I caught her in the kitchen again, to her horror, her body begins to respond to my touch again. Her pussy starts aching for my Brobdingnagian cock instead of my index finger. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and plunk my hand back into her pussy. Her pat juices dripped with each thrust of my hand, which made it well-to-do to slip in a secondment finger and then a thirdly. Her mind is screaming no, but her body has begun to melt again. I tease and rub her clit with my quarter round while my fingers stroke inside her pussy. She feels heat beginning to flow through her and she tries to grab onto the counter to stabilise herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my digit out of her kitty and chip in her clit a hard pinch. She winces and whimpers, but I slap my pussy soaked hand over her mouth. `` bread and butter tranquillity, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the parry and slip my fingers into her mouth. She sucks her sweet pussy juice off of each fingerbreadth like I had sucked her breast. She ca n't believe how turn on she has become again ! She lifted her ass up, humping me through our clothes. We stood there for a mo. I have one manus on her back, holding her against the comeback top, and the other in her rima oris. I rub my invest tool against her and she sucked my finger's breadth. Her body prickling 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 Nox. Her body is begging for my rock hard cock. After all, I had let go of her, but she had n't tried to get away. Still, her mind hold screaming that this should n't be happening again. `` Do n't do this ... I have never been fucked twice in one night. '' She pleaded between groan, still rubbing herself against me. `` Ha ! '' I entwined my fist in her hair and pull her question back against my shoulder joint, pinning her tighter against me, `` Do n't act like you do n't require this. I feel how wet you are—how your greedy pussy begs for my cock. I fuck a woman usually three or four times during the Nox. '' I tangle my fingers into her hair, pulling her chief back and glided my glossa into her open mouth. She does n't know why she did it, but she closed her oral cavity around mine and kissing me, hard and dirty, until she had to stop and pant for breath. `` You are just toothsome, '' I said, pushing her back down against the counter top. Her nipples pressed against the cold roofing tile, sending a thrill through her. Her arousal is hot, prickling her senses. She whimpers again, asking me to give up, but it did n't do any good. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the back of her shirt, pushing her pantie aside, and press the tip of my tool against her opening. I held tightly onto her hips, sliding my prick up and down her slit, making certainly it is well lubricated with her lust. I tease her button with the head of my cock until she just ca n't put up it anymore.

'' Please, '' She whispers. `` Please what ? '' I said, entertainment in my voice. `` Please. Just put it in. '' She said in little More than a murmur. `` What do you want ? I could n't quite learn you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as loud as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot hungry puss. I held her against the counter as I dip my cock just barely past her pussy lips and pull back out. I did this a few fourth dimension, never going any deeper than an inch. She tried to force herself back onto me, but I just laughed. `` Just make love me already ! I want you to know me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd come around. '' I grunted ramming the entire length of my cock into her pussy. She nearly screamed, but my fingers were back in her sassing, chocking back her sobs. I 'm so much turgid than any cock she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it find so dependable. I begin fucking her, dense and deep, rubbing up against her g-spot with each stab. It did n't take prospicient before she feels the tingling spreadhead through her and acknowledge she is about to cum. Her pussy starts contracting around my cock and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her sexual climax hit, radiating throughout her body, and she fumbles to steady herself against me. The heating system of her orgasm enveloping her and she collapses on the counter top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get tight, '' I grunted. Her pussy palpitation, the transport fading a little with each pulsation. She whimpers again, pushing back against my rigour.

'' You 're a hungry little matter, are n't you ? '' I said with a leer, `` I better filling you up. '' I start to speed up, hammering my cock into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her peg astray, my orb slapping against her clit. She feels me start to tighten. `` Oh, God ! He is going to cum inside me. '' She is n't on any birthing control. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my mouth. Let me wet-nurse you off ! '' I start to slow down. `` You want to suckle my tool ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to taste you. I want to experience your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to bat my pussy juice off of your cock. delight ! Let me get on my genu and sucking you. Just please do n't cum inside my pussy ! '' I reach down and commence flicking her clitoris and rolling it between my thumb and fingerbreadth. My cock is still rubbing her g-spot and since her last-place orgasm had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her pussy tightens around my hammer 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 toilsome load of cum into her kitty-cat. Her orgasm intensify and she milked me dry. Every drop of my cum is filling her up. What 's uncollectible is that she loves it ! At that moment she knew she would take into account me to exploit her lust any time I wanted. Once I 'm finished, I pull out of her and flip her over. My cum starts to dribble out of her pussycat sass.

She is flushed from her head to her toes. I pull her close for a deep, passionate osculation, my tongue continuing the assault I had just had against her dead body. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to need reward of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her teat one last hard collar and zipped up my knickers. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway. Jennifer just stood there in stark disarray, my cum dripping out of her abused pussy .