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

Never In a trillion Years : www.sexstories.com/story/101292/

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

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I'm in a semipermanent almost sexless 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 skills at getting what I needed while keeping things glad on the home plate 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 take in my shirt off to mow the lawn. I'm the nice-neighbor sort of guy who has a beneficial than ordinary Dad-Bod. I'm bloodless with an olive complexion, 5'9"and just about 160 pounds, lots of obscure hair, Green River eye and have a wiry build.

So back then I joined an online"alternative"adult dating web site. Pretty soon after I got way Sir Thomas More than I bargained for ! Within a couple up daylight of posting my profile, this girl … a 29-yo adult female at the time … she answered my ad.

I looked up her profile and it said something about her deeply need to be punished."Well, that's kind of twisted,"I remembered thinking. I didn't know anything about Doms and zep and BSMD, but I was so hard up that I decided to represent along and figure it out … it couldn't be THAT difficult, rightfield ? I needed to get laid.

About the completely Dom thing … I 'm NOT AT ALL the violent type ... I do n't even like yelling at my dog. As a thing of fact, dogs and all animals really make love me … and they say if animals like you, you're probably not a horrible somebody. So honestly, the idea of being a DOM perplexed me. For me, sex was always about sharing a human relationship … about getting closer, showing heart, and giving and receiving dearest. It was never about potency or big businessman or restraint. That was about to change.

Via electronic mail, the woman and I hit it off correct away.

Here's one reason ; she made the early-internet-era mistake of having her figure linked to her email. Her material name ! It was Joni, like from the old TV display Happy Day. It only took me about 5 bit to seem up her reference. I sent her a really kind and well-meaning musical note to inform her of the rookie wrongdoing. I even asked if she wanted to keep talking, or if my knowing who she really was caused her too much anxiety. 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 sound."She sure does n't sound eldritch,"I thought to myself as I hung up after our start exist conversation. I expected somebody who wanted to feel pain during sex would march some outward tells, 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 arcdegree ) and a professional pedagog. A rightful just person … with a closed book. She sure as shooting wouldn't want the schooling board finding out about this therapeutic life history, eh ?

We agreed to meet. Literally she said,"Come by my theatre after school,"like she was setting up a playing period date ! I worked for myself at the time, so it was easy for me to adjust my agenda. Joni lived about 5 miles from my sign of the zodiac so I swung by on my way dwelling house. She lived in a tidy little brick bungalow in one of Michigan's older neighborhood. I swung into the peg down private road, keep out the car down and hopped out not knowing what to wait. Joni had sent a face exposure but it wasn't very flattering. I was half expecting her to be a Butter Face … as in she's got a hot organic structure,"but her face"is really ugly.

She was in her home's back yard and came out to greet meet when she heard me pull up. This little girl was NOT a butter nerve. She had unretentive, curly, begrime blonde hair, pretty drab eyes, and a sweet-smelling smile. I'd guess she was about 5'3 ”. Judging by how she filled out her tee shirt and jock shorts, she might have weighed 125 pounds. Her curved shape were mature and very sexy. For visualization intent, I recall her breasts were a large b-cup … nil flagitious.

We sat on her pack patio enjoying the shade on the warm up summer afternoon. I could only stay a unretentive time, but I felt sincerely attracted to her. We talked about life history, graduate family 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 field mountain of anybody who might have been outside in the neighborhood, I didn't hug her or even hold her helping hand. But I did tell her very clearly that I wanted to take hold of her and osculate her very badly. She surprised me by suggesting we go inside. You could have knocked me over with a plumage !

We stepped inside the home's little side entry. It was a tiny space that was quite dark compared to the bright outdoors. I recall awkwardly shuffling about in the dim luminosity as she closed the doorway behind us. Like so many of those onetime modest homes, from the bantam landing you could go into the kitchen, into the nominal head keep room, or descend down the basement steps !

Standing close in the small-scale entrance, she slid her organic structure closely to mine, looked up into my eyes and kissed me so passionately that the cover of my wooden leg tingled.

After a few consequence, her tongue found mine, and then she stiffened it up and forced it in my sass. I sucked on it like it was a big button ! After a few bit of kissing like high-schoolers, I had her breasts out of her t-shirt. Her firm pap were alike plump grapes, and her breast filled my large hands just perfectly.

In my low gear act as a would-be pretenting-DOM, I purposefully twisted her left nipple with my flop index fingerbreadth and thumb … not too hard, but enough to let her know I meant line of work. Her leg went frail and she moaned the aphrodisiac audio I'd ever heard come from a charwoman. I figured,"I guess I'll get the knack of this !"Still holding her plump tit firmly, I could find her ring of color stretch. She pulled back slightly, just enough to tug her breast cutis tightly. And then another moan ....

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

We quickly agreed on our next encounter, and chatted a few meter in between. When she emailed me, she called me Master. And I referred to her as my Henry Sweet Little beef. Working to make for up the DOM thing, I swung by the hardware store to buy some thickly cotton rophy and a new utility program knife. That 's me, always the kidder, but the response I got from Joni totally surprised me.

I arrived at her house on our second play escort a great deal earlier in the afternoon. I carried to rope and knife in my putz bag. The prop helped make a positivistic encroachment. I brought out the R-2 and flicked out the blade like some kind of criminal and said, `` I gon na pee you my bitch for real."Her eye gleamed with excitement.

She led me down the basement stairs to what seemed like an old, idle rec elbow room. There was some light coming in from the glass pulley-block windows and it was dead quiet. There was an old couch pushed up against a paries, plus a couple chairs and an old TV sitting on an even former coffee tree mesa. The tile floor was a simple checker board radiation diagram. Everything was a little dusty. Like many star sign of the era, a metallic element beam traversed the gist ceiling, and steel position supported the beam.

I knew in a New York minute 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 eyes back to me mine by holding her Kuki-Chin and lifting her head up firmly. She blinked and nodded.

I stepped back and crossed my limb 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 figure out and whitened boy-cut panties. I told her,"turning around."I looked at her some more, then stepped stuffy and said in a potently critical note,"White River granny pant ? Seriously ? And you knew I was coming ? Fuuuuuuuuck."And with that I cocked my right deal back, opened my palm and swatted her right-hand ass cheek with a hard smacking. She squealed and jumped up."Shut up,"I said,"That didn't hurt. I'm not even warmed up !"Then I moved to my left hand so I could slap her leave behind ass face with even more force. As I roughly grabbed her bra clutches 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 helping hand home run began to show bright red on her china-white ass.

"bend around,"I commanded. Looking down, and clumsily kicking off her scanty from her feet, she turned around, her bra dangling some, but still covering her chest. I reached forward and used my entire hired man to clutch between the cupful and just pulled. Caught off safeguard, she wiggled her branch spare and they dropped back to her side.

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

"Thank you, Master,"was her response.

Before I knew it, I had her naked in her own basement. I was being a piffling 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 smile on her expression and the devil in her eye ....

I pushed her down on the couch ... made a quick slip noose and tied her hands together and then to the human foot of the sofa. Then I really went at her tits, twisting the hell out of them ... .she yelled so loudly that my auricle rang. She never did use her safety word ... which she mumbled to me while I was biting the side of one of her breasts as a `` just in case '' thing. I got into a rhythm where I 'd snarf and wrench, holding just long enough that I thought the burning would begin, then I 'd gently lay my wet, hot tongue across her mamilla. The contrast of tone made her body writhe, and the sounds she made were exquisite. The gasps and flinch turned to pleasurable moan and coos.

After working on her breast, I went for her cunt lip. She was drenched, and not only her snatch. The insides of her second joint were also wet, and my finger's breadth slid easily around her inner and outer lips. I 'd flip-flop between sliding around the exterior of her grab, every so often tweaking her clitoris, to plunging my digit thick inside her. Her sass were so wet that it was hard to get a unspoilt time lag on them, but I did a few time and twisted her outer rim hard. As a reinforcement for taking the pain, I planted a hot mouthpiece on her pussy and gently sucked her lips into my back talk. A few fourth dimension I focused on her clit, gently, in a teasing way ... then I 'd deplume my head back and while her eyes were closed, I 'd slap her pussy with my hired man, `` skag ! '' Her dead body would convulse in surprise then relax again as my backtalk returned to sooth the sting.

I got her to the point of cumming a few times, but would n't let her ... .until I was ready.

About then, I figured it was sentence for some unwritten activity FOR ME ... she pursed her mouth ... ..I played pissed and spanked her ass and the cover of her thigh 'till they were pink and blotchy. I went after her tits and pussy again, and let her cum. Then I got my BJ. At this time in my life I 'd had so little unwritten that even though she was n't as gravid as some women I 've had since, the experience sent my head spinning. Her mouth was so hot and she used nice pressure. She kept her hands moving around my spear and Lucille Ball. It was also so wondrous to watch my cock disappear into her mouth. So so aphrodisiacal.

After this prissy viva voce, I had her mounting on me. She was rocking away, but I slowed her right down. I was bottoming out in her and could sense the strobile of her cervix uteri tweaking the tip of my cock when she came down on me with her full force. Her titty bobbing in front of me made a perfective tense target for more `` overrefinement. '' With both hands free, I could take a tit in each hand and rack them, then zero in on each nipple to top and twine. When I 'd do that, her soundbox would tighten ... her eyes would crump shut, her neck muscles would tense, her legs would close around me, and her pussy would clench down on my tool.

I was n't going to last practically longer. I timed it so we both came at the Saami time. I felt like I pumped jiz into her for an hour. And my body quivered with aftershocks for a few minutes after. Then I just held her ... and I could feel the cum oozing from her pussy, down my ray of light and balls, covering my thigh.

The peacefulness of this post-orgasmic fourth dimension was marvellous.

I showered in a dazed daze. It was around 5:30 pm when I went home, and I was wobbly legged the rest of the night. Every prison term I thought about the experience, I got firm and shake up. The following day, I could n't stop thinking about it. I had discovered the pleasure of being a master, and found new power in being able to pleasure a adult female in a way that was new to me.

What happened shortly thereafter floored me. I got an e-mail from Joni.

Here's what it said :"rich, If you get a divorce you can own me for living. I want you, I need you, and yet I ca n't have 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 patient. Since I know you won't variety your life story, I can't see you again. It hurts too much. Even so, I send you a big passionate kiss. Joni"

Over the next class or two we corresponded a few times. Joni got married and earned her PhD. My hope is that she is still leading a wonderful life surrounded by a screw home. But I'll always remember Joni through the Passion in her eye and the auditory sensation from her lips when I twisted her nipple …