I've had fun posting here before, and these are two Sir Thomas More of my real-life stories posted on this website :

Never In a Million Years : 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 sexless marriage ( still am, naught much has changed ). Nearly everything else about my life-time was and is groovy, but the sex has always been missing, so I've developed pretty serious skill at getting what I needed while keeping affair felicitous on the domicile battlefront.

At the time I was closing in on 40 eld 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 contract my shirt off to mow the lawn. I'm the nice-neighbor sort of guy who has a better than norm Dad-Bod. I'm white with an olive complexion, 5'9"and just about 160 pounds, gobs of glowering hair, Green River eyes and have a wiry build.

So back then I joined an online"alternative"adult dating situation. Pretty soon after I got way to a greater extent than I bargained for ! Within a match days of posting my profile, this miss … a 29-yo woman at the fourth dimension … she answered my ad.

I looked up her profile and it said something about her trench motive to be punished."Well, that's kind of twisted,"I remembered thinking. I didn't know anything about Doms and wedge and BSMD, but I was so hard up that I decided to trifle along and see it out … it couldn't be THAT difficult, aright ? I needed to get laid.

About the whole Dom thing … I 'm NOT AT ALL the violent type ... I do n't even like yelling at my dog. As a topic of fact, dogs and all brute really love me … and they say if animals like you, you're probably not a horrible soul. So honestly, the thought of being a DOM perplexed me. For me, sex was always about sharing a relationship … about getting near, showing affection, and giving and receiving sexual love. It was never about ascendancy or world power or ascendancy. That was about to change.

Via electronic mail, the char and I hit it off right away.

Here's one rationality ; she made the early-internet-era misapprehension of having her epithet linked to her email. Her existent name ! It was Joni, like from the old TV show felicitous Days. It only took me about 5 seconds to look up her name and address. I sent her a really kind and well-meaning note to inform her of the rookie error. I even asked if she wanted to hold on talking, or if my knowing who she really was caused her too much anxiousness. My being honest helped her trust me, and that trust opened up a Pandora's box of fun.

We chatted on stock, and then on the telephone set."She sure does n't vocalise Wyrd,"I thought to myself as I hung up after our start exist conversation. I expected somebody who wanted to feel pain during sex would expose some outward Tell, but there wasn't anything that stood out. I did see that she'd been married and divorced, and that she was highly educated ( professional's degree ) and a pro educator. A rightful unsloped person … with a arcanum. She sure wouldn't want the school board finding out about this alterative biography, eh ?

We agreed to meet. Literally she said,"Come by my house after school,"like she was setting up a play escort ! I worked for myself at the time, so it was easy for me to conform my schedule. Joni lived about 5 miles from my home so I swung by on my way home. She lived in a tidy little brick bungalow in one of boodle's older neighborhoods. I swung into the narrow driveway, shut the car down and hopped out not knowing what to expect. Joni had sent a face image but it wasn't very flattering. I was half expecting her to be a Butter brass … as in she's got a hot body,"but her side"is really ugly.

She was in her home's back curtilage and came out to greet meet when she heard me pull up. This young lady was NOT a butter nerve. She had unforesightful, curly, dirty blond hair, pretty dark eye, and a sweet smile. I'd guess she was about 5'3 ”. Judging by how she filled out her tee shirt and suspensor shorts, she might throw weighed 125 pounds. Her curve were mature and very aphrodisiacal. For visualization purposes, I recall her bosom were a enceinte b-cup … naught grievous.

We sat on her pack patio enjoying the shade on the warm summer afternoon. I could only continue a short prison term, but I felt sincerely attracted to her. We talked about career, alum year and the excitement of looking through the personal ads. She thanked me again telling her about her email faux pax. affair were going majuscule.

As the minute of arc ticked away, I had to get going. We both stood up, and respecting the fact that we were in kvetch sight of anybody who might birth been outside in the neighborhood, I didn't hug her or even book her hand. But I did differentiate her very clearly that I wanted to take hold of her and kiss her very badly. She surprised me by suggesting we go inside. You could give knocked me over with a feather !

We stepped inside the nursing home's little slope entrance. It was a tiny space that was quite dark compared to the bright outdoors. I recall awkwardly shuffling about in the dim light as she closed the door behind us. Like so many of those older pocket-sized rest home, from the tiny landing you could go into the kitchen, into the straw man bread and butter elbow room, or shine down the basement steps !

Standing close in the small entrance, she slid her trunk close to mine, looked up into my eyes and kissed me so passionately that the vertebral column of my legs tingled.

After a few import, her glossa found mine, and then she stiffened it up and forced it in my mouth. 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 grapes, and her white meat filled my large hands just perfectly.

In my starting time act as a would-be pretenting-DOM, I purposefully twisted her left nipple with my right index number finger and thumb … not too hard, but enough to let her know I meant concern. Her wooden leg went weak and she moaned the aphrodisiacal speech sound I'd ever heard come from a cleaning lady. I figured,"I guess I'll get the hang of this !"Still holding her plump nipple firmly, I could experience her areola stretch. She pulled back slightly, just enough to tug her tit hide tightly. And then another groan ....

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

We quickly agreed on our succeeding meeting, and chatted a few sentence in between. When she emailed me, she called me Master. And I referred to her as my Sweet Little beef. Working to play up the DOM thing, I swung by the computer hardware store to buy some blockheaded cotton roofy and a new public-service corporation knife. That 's me, always the kidder, but the chemical reaction I got from Joni totally surprised me.

I arrived at her house on our sec caper date much earlier in the afternoon. I carried to leash and stab in my tool bag. The props helped relieve oneself a positivistic impact. I brought out the rophy and flicked out the brand like some kind of criminal and said, `` I gon na make up you my kick for real."Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

She led me down the basement stairs to what seemed like an old, unused rec room. There was some get off coming in from the glass city block windowpane and it was dead quiet. There was an old sofa pushed up against a wall, plus a couple chairs and an old TV sitting on an even older coffee table. The roofing tile storey was a simple checkerboard pattern. Everything was a little dusty. Like many houses of the era, a metal beam traversed the center ceiling, and brand posts supported the ray of light.

I knew in a flash what I'd do. Transforming into what I thought a Dom should be, I looked at her, grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her toward me, and looked her right wing in the eyes."Strip,"was all I said. She looked down. But I lifted her eyes back to me mine by holding her chin and lifting her straits 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 tegument colored bra like she'd clothing to work and white boy-cut pantie. I told her,"Turn around."I looked at her some more, then stepped closer and said in a potently critical feeling,"white nanna bloomers ? Seriously ? And you knew I was coming ? Fuuuuuuuuck."And with that I cocked my right hand back, opened my medal and swatted her right ass impudence with a hard 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 so I could slap her allow for ass face with even to a greater extent forcefulness. As I roughly grabbed her bra clasp and unfastened it, I said,"proceeds those ugly thnigs off."She bent over facing away from me, and as she slid her panties down, my mitt score began to show bright red on her china-white ass.

"Turn around,"I commanded. Looking down, and clumsily kicking off her scanty from her infantry, she turned around, her bra dangling some, but still covering her chest. I reached forward and used my integral hand to grip between the cups and just pulled. Caught off guard, she wiggled her arms destitute and they dropped back to her slope.

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

"Thank you, passe-partout,"was her answer.

Before I knew it, I had her naked in her own cellar. I was being a small rougher on her breast 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 case and the devil in her eye ....

I pushed her down on the lounge ... made a quickly slip noose and tied her hands together and then to the foot of the couch. Then I really went at her bosom, twisting the the pits out of them ... .she yelled so loudly that my pinna rang. She never did use her safe Logos ... which she mumbled to me while I was biting the incline of one of her chest as a `` just in case '' matter. I got into a calendar method where I 'd pinch and sprain, holding just long enough that I thought the burn would set about, then I 'd gently lay my wet, hot tongue across her teat. The line of flavour made her eubstance writhe, and the sounds she made were keen. The gasp and winces turned to pleasurable moan and coos.

After working on her breasts, I went for her slit lips. She was drenched, and not only her pussy. The inside of her thighs were also wet, and my fingerbreadth slid easily around her inner and outer mouth. I 'd alternate between sliding around the exterior of her snap, every so often tweaking her clit, to plunging my finger's breadth trench inside her. Her lips were so wet that it was hard to get a good cargo area on them, but I did a few times and twisted her stunned lips hard. As a reward for taking the pain, I planted a hot mouth on her pussy and gently sucked her lips into my mouth. A few times I focused on her clit, gently, in a teasing way ... then I 'd perpetrate my fountainhead back and while her eyes were closed, I 'd slap her twat with my paw, `` smack ! '' Her physical structure would convulse in surprise then relax again as my mouthpiece returned to sooth the sting.

I got her to the item of cumming a few time, but would n't let her ... .until I was set up.

About then, I figured it was fourth dimension for some viva voce action FOR ME ... she pursed her backtalk ... ..I played pissed and spanked her ass and the binding of her second joint 'till they were pinko and blotchy. I went after her tits and kitty again, and let her cum. Then I got my BJ. At this time in my life I 'd had so piffling unwritten that even though she was n't as great as some char I 've had since, the experience sent my foreland spinning. Her mouthpiece was so hot and she used nice pressure. She kept her hands moving around my shaft and glob. It was also so wonderful to watch my cock disappear into her mouth. So so sexy.

After this nice oral, I had her ascent on me. She was rocking away, but I slowed her right down. I was bottoming out in her and could feel the strobile of her cervix uteri tweaking the tip of my cock when she came down on me with her full force. Her breast bobbing in front of me made a perfect target for more `` torture. '' With both hands free, I could occupy a tit in each hand and tweet them, then zero in on each nipple to pinch and writhe. When I 'd do that, her body would reduce ... her eyes would hunker down shut, her neck opening musculus would tense, her legs would close around me, and her pussy would clench down on my irradiation.

I was n't going to last lots tenacious. I timed it so we both came at the same 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 quill and lump, covering my thigh.

The peacefulness of this post-orgasmic meter was fantastic.

I showered in a dazed stupefaction. It was around 5:30 pm when I went home, and I was wobbly legged the rest of the night. Every clock time I thought about the experience, I got plastered and delirious. The next 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 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 divorce you can have me for liveliness. I want you, I need you, and yet I ca n't stimulate all of you. This is n't bazaar. 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 change your life, I can't see you again. It hurts too very much. Even so, I send you a big passionate kiss. Joni"

Over the side by side year or two we corresponded a few times. Joni got matrimonial and earned her PhD. My hope is that she is still leading a wonderful spirit surrounded by a know category. But I'll always remember Joni through the mania in her optic and the sound from her lips when I twisted her mamilla …