DESIRE ... .better known as agony ... love life is sonant and hard at the Saami time. Like water system, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can hold the raging flood.

God Jeanie is lasting. Jennifer ca n't believe she let her convince her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
The Abacus, a Dallas classic, The Abacus delivers exceeding food and service and is a very expensive restaurant.
The Abacus is known for a fabulous meal, Abacus is the flagship for epitomizing relaxed, hunky-dory dining. The eating house 's reputation is for signature menus, broad wine list and custom-crafted cocktails, plus a James beard nominating address for inspection and repair. At Abacus, they cultivate an environment that revolves around people and their relationship to food. It's a culture of celebrating the uniqueness of ingredients, Edgar Guest and staff—from the valets, host, servers and chefs alike. Together, the experience transcends the average dine experience to truly remarkable. In this here and now Jennifer is stunned. This is the fifth blind day of the month 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 interested ? The type of men she is interested in do n't go on subterfuge dates. She certainly does not know a guy that can open this restaurant.

The stewardess led her to a private elbow room near the vertebral column where it is quiet and wispy lighting suggesting that this arena is for engagement 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 ordination a salad to show her niminy-piminy feminine means, I would take a firm stand on paying, we 'd go nursing home and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my grimace. She can tell something is unlike about me. There is a sort of amused patience etched into my cheek. My strikingly rugged face and expensive clothes, she noticed only after she studied my expression. There was something remarkably familiar about the squiffy smile on his lips and the apprehension in his eyes. Then it struck her, she recognized her own reflection in mine. I also was dreading this date ; as if I knew it would never knead between us ... there Is no hope. I spoke and broke her out of her moment of discipline, `` whoremaster. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to meet you. How are you ? '' `` Just amercement. '' Already an unenviable muteness ... not a soundly sign of the zodiac for having a pleasant eve. She sighs a piffling preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you know Jeanie ? '' I tilted my principal to the face, as if not fully understanding the query, `` I 'm her champion. Did she not tell you about me ? ''

She flush embarrassed. `` She tried, but to be honest you 're the one-fifth blind date she 's set me up with recently, so I may have cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` Jean can be persistent. She told me a lot about you. Let me tell apart you, you have high gear measure to live up to. '' She chuckled, how corresponding Jeanie. She took a breath to start speaking again, but I cut her off. `` Listen, you seem like a nice young woman 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 pain of rejection is gain 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 item oddities that nearly women can not stand even the thought of. '' What on dry land could he signify ? I continue on, `` but that 's no reason for us not to have a dainty evening together and maybe even become friends for Jean 's sake. '' Jennifer narrowed her center at me, `` What kind of oddities ? '' No point in beating around the George Herbert Walker Bush. I sat back in my nates and a little storm by her dullness. I pause for a moment, considering whether or not to tell her something then just came justly out and said it, `` sexual oddities. ''
Just then the server appeared from behind her shoulder to take our beverage orders. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of info just then on intent. To present her prison term to cognitive process.

But the jest is on me. She is no unknown to `` sexual oddities, '' in fact `` sexual oddities, '' were some of her ducky pastimes. She decided to make for dumb and see if she could visualise out exactly what I was into. She let her face brighten up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 Shades of flatware ? '' pretending to be a fan lady friend of the most Recent epoch raunchy sex novel. I took a deep hint and closed my oculus in exasperation. I 'm sure the inaccuracies and poor depiction of BDSM in that book drove me as mad as it drove her. She let a humble grinning creep across her backtalk while my eyes were closed, but hid it again as soon as I opened them. `` Yes and no, Jennifer. Now, this is not entropy that I want shared. '' I paused for her agreement to hold my closed book. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a c one dollar bill billhook, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the part in that book, but that character is a horrible representation of what my sexual lifestyle is about. I 'm trusted that you 're not occupy in hearing about my sex life the first base time we 're meeting over dinner party, I just wanted to explain why I ca n't quest after you. The form of sex I have is very peculiar and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just stimulate a pleasant evening and theatrical role as champion. ''

Jennifer is truly concern now. Not only is this blind date mortal that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was form, compassionate, intelligent, wealthy and to the highest degree likely a very good arrest, I 'm also a sexual dominant allele. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't want to come the right way 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 play a minuscule with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in common. Jeanie actually got this set up right. We genuinely laughed at each early 's caper, found we watched the same TV shows and got along very well. Throughout the night however, She keeps dropping lilliputian jot to keep me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her gaze down to the board often, she leaned forward onto the table letting her hands rest in prayer place, when the waiter came to the mesa with our access I asked, `` You ordered the grilled chicken right ? '' 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 niggling loud, very talkative and to the highest degree of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to jazz her, the day-to-day vanilla side of her ... and she got to know my day-by-day vanilla extract side as well. Jennifer is having the best sentence she has had in months. As dinner is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to bring us freestanding check-out procedure. I protested but she explained, `` If we are not really on a date then there is no reason for you to pay for me. To be fair it is a pet peeve of mine.

'' Even if we were really on a date I do n't like the idea of a man having to pay for dinner party anyway. I ate, just like you did and this is not the 1950 's where women did n't make for or did n't piddle sufficiency money working. I get paid quite decent to yield my own dinner. '' My face is thoughtful as I start to protest again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a short sexist of me to assume that you should have to pay, and it 's a short sexist of you to wear that I ca n't or do n't require to pay. '' My hands went up in defeat, `` funfair enough. I 'm beaming Jean set us up, I really think we could be great friends. '' 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 oddities. Does n't everyone birth at least some ? '' surprise crossed my face, `` Not many adult female would want to talk about sex on the first date. '' `` We determined earlier that this is n't a particular date, '' She corrected me. `` Even so ... '' I trailed off. She shrugged her shoulder nonchalantly, `` I only mentioned it because our intimate rarity actually work quite well together. '' We are nearing her car and I asked, `` How do you mean ? '' `` fountainhead, '' She started, `` I happen to enjoy being the submissive partner in kinship. '' I grabbed her shoulder and turned her book binding 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 year older then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' farseeing cock with the thickness of a C can ? '' My face is just inches from hers and my optic mean business sector. Her breath 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 stage and keep in line voice, `` Is that sort of human relationship something you would be interested in trying with me ? '' My bluntness and penny-pinching strong-arm propinquity is derailing her flirty and mischievous design. She feels the passion of my torso 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 forehead 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 look up for a kiss. Instead I took a step away from her, allowing her to realize that her consistency is leaning against the car. As she peeled her body away from the frigidness metal I instructed, `` Put your leftovers in your car. '' She took a breath and squared her shoulder. The tingle of following monastic order hit her immediately as she unlocked her car and set her food on the passenger tush. I closed the threshold 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 mitt to the small of her back. Instantly she feels a change come over her ; she stood straighter, her rosehip swayed more, her berm were back and her caput is held gamy. Amazing the modification that one contact in the right place could sustain. The bar is forte and to the full of Thomas Kid barely old enough to be there ... some may not bear even been 21. This did not at all seem like my vista and it certainly was n't hers. We paused at the entrance as I scanned the elbow room for seating. I lead her to the hind quoin of the bar where there was a tiny booth with only one side of seating and let her slide in.
'' Do you like red wine-colored ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her head no and answered with, `` Long Island Iced Tea is my drunkenness. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't question me. `` White wine ? '' I asked. `` White wine-colored is unspoilt than red, '' She said. I disappeared from the tabular array making my way up to the bar. I did n't slip in and around the crowd like she would have, rather as the college scholar saw me approaching they made way for me. It is mesmerizing and extremely sexy to watch, student parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar tender look for wine-coloured bottles and chuckling when soul plopped down next to her. In the plump for corner of the bar it could n't take in been by mistake. Jennifer glanced up at the clearly intoxicated frat boy and immediately backed as far away from him as she could in the booth. `` Hii tthere baby doll, '' his delivery was slurred and he was clearly trying to get lucky tonight judging by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her straightaway response and overwhelming want to be polite kicked in, `` How are you ? '' When she did n't get any sort of reaction beyond him staring at her breasts she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you have friends here ? '' `` Friends ! '' he shouted raising the methamphetamine hydrochloride of beer in his hand, clearly calling out to someone and not answering my question. Faintly across the bar she heard a radical of multitude respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the ally, '' he said pointing over his shoulder. `` They bet me, '' twisting his manus to point at me, `` that I could n't see your tit, but I, '' he paused to pack a cryptical breathing spell, `` know I can. ''

He breath stunk of sweet beer as he exhaled on me. Jennifer tried to back further into the tiny booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your champion are proper. '' He reached over with a beer still in his manus, `` No, see, if we just get this release out of here ... '' She grabbed at his handwriting to break off him just as she hears my reassuringly tempestuous voice, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my vocalisation 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 hump this girl was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very drunken way and started to pull away toward his friends. I grabbed him by the neckband of his shirt and said in a calm and dangerously quiet interpreter that carried over the noise of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a woman 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 breathing spell ; 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 Adrenalin rushing more that she knew logically was necessity. I slide into the cubicle next to her and with one script held both of hers still. My other script went to her face and held her cheek. Waiting until she looked up from the table to make eye striking with me, I asked, `` Are you ok ? '' She smiled weakly at me and nodded.

I kissed her tabernacle sweetly. `` Okay. '' I sounded reassured. `` White wine, '' I announced as I slide a glass over to her. My Methedrine is entire of scotch. This is different than the restaurant. I 'm different. Jennifer is dissimilar. We talked openly about what our limits and experiences were. Occasionally she would glance over the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would wish if they overheard our conversation, but the crowd stayed offspring and indifferent to the couple sitting in the back corner. I asked her many questions and her responses were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to expand on something. My consistency language and hers made it very crystalise to both of us that this conversation is dissimilar. I had her complete and undivided tending. She sat back in the backside, her consistency feeling smaller and smaller the longer we talked. When she pulled out her pocketbook to settle her tab I frowned at her. `` I 'll have none of your silly feminism ranting now. '' `` But I ... '' She started. I stopped her by simply raising my hand. `` I know that you are perfectly capable and willing to pay for yourself, and I respect that, '' I paused, `` put your money away. When we go out I am going to pay for matter. You will not feel guilty about spending as very much as you want and you will not ask to pay again. ''

She pursed her mouth, really wanting to protest but not wanting to push me before we even had a steady set of rules established. I saw the alarm on her font and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a gentleman ... even if that 's a short sexist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub relationship if not a little sexist ? We went to her place, her body is slender and toned. Her belly is monotonous 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 livelihood room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the closet for a java mugs 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 erection 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 end saying no. '' I slide my handwriting around her waistline and dip my fingers beneath the elastic band of her wench. She just froze as I shoved a finger into her pussy. `` I 've been patient long enough, but my shaft 's getting wet one way or another tonight. '' I pushed my finger's breadth in deep, curling it so the tip bumped up beside her g-spot, and stood there feel fucking her in the kitchen. My hard-on is still rubbing against her, getting turgid every second.

'' Mm. Did you wax your pussy just for me ? '' I ask, `` Makes you seem in penury of a fuck lesson. Do you need soul to teach you how to make a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just finish, '' She said again, pushing back against me. It only made me operose. I abandoned the coffee mug that I had clasped in my hand to reach beneath her blouse and cupped one of her chest. 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 white meat. She reached up to push me away, but I would n't budge. `` Get off of me ! '' She cried. I mumbled something against her pap and held her tighter. Her skin tingling under my tongue. I licked and sucked her knocker, gently working one breast then the other breast. My hot lip lapping at her teat, which had grown hard at the flick of my glossa.

Then my hand is firmly gripping her tomentum, 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 estimable girl and you will be rewarded for your obedience. ''
Jennifer nodded just to feel the drag of her head against my bridge player. She feels her wetness seeping through her panties as she stood on shaky legs against the return. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the living room.
Fiercely, her eyes met mine and did not wander as she undid her blouse, exposing the blacken lace and her full knocker. Her pulsation is racing. `` living going, Jennifer. You know the rule. '' So stern. So get laid sexy. A hip shift and the dame fluttered to the floor. My eyes widened at her naked pussy, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a step forward, in her bra and stockings, making a gesture to enroll. I held a hand out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said take aim it all off. You can keep the stockings and supporter bang. They please me. '' In a scare, she fumbled with the bra clasp, unhooking it and pulling it away from her small breasts. She dropped it on the story, `` A lilliputian precipitate, though you 're rather obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An unusual bit of pride welled in her chest. `` crease over the couch. I told you, dear girls get rewarded. ''

Already, her top dog is filling with repose. No longer concerned with anxiety or mundane undertaking, I 'm filling her with calm, through instruction and her own pliant, willing response. A response, in this showcase, is to bend forward over a plush couch, and stick her ass high in the air. She gave it a niggling wiggle for adept measure. `` Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely retrieve 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 vocalisation got huskier, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, hard. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the last little ribbon of desire she had to maintain control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her voice quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her pussy, sliding a digit between the lips. `` judging by how practically of a wet little fornicatress you are, I think there 's More that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to screw. I want you to fuck me. '' The last few sentences tumbled out in a necessitous Benjamin Rush. She hears me slide my whack out of my pants, and a zipper from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my hand down her vertebral column. Without warning, I shoved my peter inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, bigger than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The phone left her mouth as she flinched, feeling my hardness enter her deepest recesses. I filled every column inch of her, satisfying that deep ache she has had between her legs since the night began. She hears me mutter `` oh fuck '' as I begin to thrust into her slowly, giving her body sentence to accommodate my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` please ... More ... More ... please ... Do n't give up ... Fuck me ... Please have intercourse me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slick down her thigh, increasing my step at her incoherent urging and my want. She reached between her branch and flicked her clitoris back and forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from hindquarters. Forceful, late thrusts that pressed her thighs against the spine of the sofa, and bounced her breast back and forth. I grabbed her hair roughly, arching her backbone towards me, saying `` You are mine. Come, do for me. Be a good girl and come 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 mystifying gunpoint of my punishing virgule inside her, but lost out to my frantic musical rhythm and her fingers on her clitoris. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to moving ridge of pleasure, jerking her hips uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, spill my hot white-hot cum on her ass. Delicately, I rubbed it into her hide. I led her to lay down on the sofa, where I enveloped her in my arms, more tenderly than she honestly would ingest expected. I kissed her on the forehead and said with a smile `` I 'm not done with you yet. ``

Two hours later I caught her in the kitchen again, to her repugnance, her body begins to respond to my mite again. Her pussy starts aching for my immense cock instead of my index finger. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and dove my hired hand back into her pussy. Her tricky juices dripped with each push of my helping hand, which made it well-fixed to slide in a arcsecond finger and then a third. Her mind is screaming no, but her consistence has begun to melt again. I tease and rub her clit with my thumb while my fingers stroke inside her pussy. She feels ignite start to run through her and she tries to catch onto the replication to steady herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my finger's breadth out of her pussy and give her clit a toilsome catch. She winces and whimper, but I slap my pussy soaked paw over her mouth. `` Keep quiet, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the counter and slew my fingerbreadth into her mouth. She sucks her sweet-scented pussy juice off of each finger like I had sucked her breast. She ca n't believe how arouse she has become again ! She lifted her ass up, humping me through our dress. We stood there for a moment. I have one hand on her back, holding her against the return top, and the early in her backtalk. I rub my clothed dick against her and she sucked my finger's breadth. Her consistence tingle 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 organic structure is begging for my rock music hard turncock. After all, I had let go of her, but she had n't tried to get away. Still, her mind unbroken 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 moans, still rubbing herself against me. `` Ha ! '' I entwined my fist in her hair and pull her drumhead back against my shoulder, 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 pussy begs for my stopcock. I fuck a fair sex usually three or four times during the night. '' I tangle my finger into her pilus, pulling her head back and glided my tongue into her open lip. She does n't know why she did it, but she closed her mouth around mine and kissing me, hard and dirty, until she had to stop and pant for breath. `` You are just delicious, '' I said, pushing her back down against the counter top. Her nipples pressed against the cold tile, sending a shiver through her. Her arousal is hot, prickling her senses. She whimpers again, asking me to give up, but it did n't do any serious. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the back of her shirt, pushing her panties aside, and public press the tip of my cock against her initiative. I held tightly onto her pelvic girdle, sliding my cock up and down her slit, making sure it is well lube with her lust. I tease her button with the head of my peter until she just ca n't brook 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 hear you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as trashy as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot hungry kitty-cat. I held her against the replication as I dip my cock just barely past her snatch lips and pull back out. I did this a few times, never going any deeper than an inch. She tried to force herself back onto me, but I just laughed. `` Just eff me already ! I want you to screw me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd come around. '' I grunted ramming the integral length of my cock into her pussy. She nearly screamed, but my fingers were back in her sassing, chocking back her motherfucker. I 'm so much larger than any shaft she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it palpate so dear. I begin fucking her, slow and deep, rubbing up against her g-spot with each thrust. It did n't take long before she feels the tingle banquet through her and knew she is about to cum. Her pussy starting time contracting around my cock and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her sexual climax hit, radiating throughout her soundbox, and she fumbles to steady herself against me. The heating system of her orgasm enveloping her and she collapses on the parry top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get closely, '' I grunted. Her pussy quivering, the rapture fading a fiddling with each pulsing. She whimpers again, pushing back against my hardness.

'' You 're a hungry little thing, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better fill you up. '' I start to hasten up, hammering my rooster into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her legs wide-eyed, my formal slapping against her button. She feels me bulge out to tighten. `` Oh, God ! He is going to cum inside me. '' She is n't on any birth controller. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my sassing. Let me sop up you off ! '' I start to slow up down. `` You want to suck up my dick ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to savor you. I want to feel your hot cum shoot down my pharynx. I want to lick my twat succus off of your cock. Please ! Let me get on my knees and suck you. Just please do n't cum inside my pussycat ! '' I reach down and start flicking her button and rolling it between my thumb and fingerbreadth. My cock is still rubbing her g-spot and since her last orgasm had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her pussy tightens around my peter and she ca n't help but labor back against me. `` You want to take up 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 scene a heavy warhead of cum into her pussy. Her orgasm intensified and she milked me dry. Every drib of my cum is filling her up. What 's defective is that she loves it ! At that instant she knew she would allow me to overwork her lust any metre I wanted. Once I 'm finished, I pull out of her and flip her over. My cum starts to trickle out of her pussy lips.

She is flushed from her head to her toes. I pull her conclusion for a deep, passionate kiss, my tongue continuing the assault I had just had against her body. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to take reward of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her nipple one live hard apprehension and zipped up my pant. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway. Jennifer just stood there in complete disarray, my cum dripping out of her abused pussy .