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

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

- What Happens In Lope de Vega ... : www.sexstories.com/story/101639/

Available on Kay Eye Kay chicago440

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I'm in a long-term almost sexless marriage ceremony ( still am, nothing much has changed ). Nearly everything else about my life was and is groovy, but the sex has always been missing, so I've developed pretty goodness skills at getting what I needed while keeping things happy on the house 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 my shirt off to mow the lawn. I'm the nice-neighbor kind of guy who has a advantageously than fair Dad-Bod. I'm white with an olive complexion, 5'9"and just about 160 lb, lots of dark hair, green eyes and have a wiry habitus.

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

I looked up her profile and it said something about her deep need to be punished."Well, that's variety of curve,"I remembered thinking. I didn't know anything about Doms and bomber and BSMD, but I was so surd up that I decided to playact along and figure it out … it couldn't be THAT unmanageable, right ? I needed to get laid.

About the totally Dom thing … I 'm NOT AT ALL the violent eccentric ... I do n't even like yelling at my dog. As a topic of fact, dogs and all animate being really get it on me … and they say if creature like you, you're probably not a horrifying person. So honestly, the approximation of being a DOM perplexed me. For me, sex was always about sharing a relationship … about getting closer, showing affection, and giving and receiving love. It was never about dominance or power or ascendance. That was about to change.

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

Here's one reason ; she made the early-internet-era mistake of having her name linked to her electronic mail. Her real name ! It was Joni, like from the old TV show well-chosen Days. It only took me about 5 irregular to look up her computer address. I sent her a really kind and unthreatening banknote to inform her of the rookie erroneous belief. I even asked if she wanted to proceed talking, or if my knowing who she really was caused her too much anxiety. My being honest helped her trust me, and that cartel opened up a Pandora's box of fun.

We chatted on credit line, and then on the phone."She sure does n't sound eldritch,"I thought to myself as I hung up after our showtime live conversation. I expected somebody who wanted to feel infliction during sex would demo some outward tells, but there wasn't anything that stood out. I did ascertain that she'd been married and divorced, and that she was highly educated ( Master's degree ) and a professional educator. A true good somebody … with a secret. She sure wouldn't want the schoolhouse board finding out about this remedial life, eh ?

We agreed to touch. Literally she said,"Come by my house after shoal,"like she was setting up a play appointment ! I worked for myself at the time, so it was comfortable for me to adjust my schedule. Joni lived about 5 mil from my sign so I swung by on my way home. She lived in a tidy fiddling brick cottage in one of boodle's older neighborhoods. I swung into the narrow driveway, close the car down and hopped out not knowing what to expect. Joni had sent a face impression but it wasn't very flattering. I was half expecting her to be a Butter Face … as in she's got a hot body,"but her font"is really ugly.

She was in her home's back yard and came out to greet meet when she heard me extract up. This female child was NOT a butter face. She had poor, curly, cheating blond hair, pretty blue eye, and a odorous grin. I'd dead reckoning she was about 5'3 ”. Judging by how she filled out her jersey and jock short circuit, she might have weighed 125 pounds. Her curved shape were grow and very sexy. For visualization use, I recall her breasts were a gravid b-cup … zilch monstrous.

We sat on her pack patio enjoying the shade on the warm summer good afternoon. I could only stay a short time, but I felt sincerely attracted to her. We talked about life history, graduate classes and the excitement of looking through the personal ads. She thanked me again telling her about her email faux pax. thing 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 obviously sight of anybody who might suffer been outside in the neighborhood, I didn't hug her or even hold her helping hand. But I did secernate her very clearly that I wanted to grab her and buss her very badly. She surprised me by suggesting we go inside. You could suffer knocked me over with a feather !

We stepped inside the home's low side entrance. It was a midget outer space that was quite disconsolate compared to the bright open air. I recall awkwardly shuffling about in the dim light as she closed the door behind us. Like so many of those older small home plate, from the tiny landing you could go into the kitchen, into the battlefront sustenance room, or fall down the basement stair !

Standing close in the modest entry, she slid her torso close to mine, looked up into my eyes and kissed me so passionately that the backs of my ramification tingled.

After a few moments, 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 jersey. Her firm nipples were like plump grape vine, and her breasts filled my large hands just perfectly.

In my first act as a manque pretenting-DOM, I purposefully twisted her left nipple with my aright index finger and thumb … not too hard, but enough to let her do it I meant line of work. Her legs went light and she moaned the sexiest sound I'd ever heard come from a woman. I figured,"I guess I'll get the bent of this !"Still holding her plump nipple firmly, I could feel her areola stint. She pulled back slightly, just enough to tug her breast skin tightly. And then another groan ....

I really had to get abode, so I very reluctantly stopped what we were doing. The face in Joni's eyes was somewhere between out-of-control cacoethes and genuine love. She looked up at me with such fuck-me eyes I almost creamed myself. But my actual aliveness called me back to realism.

We quickly agreed on our next meeting, and chatted a few metre in between. When she emailed me, she called me victor. And I referred to her as my Sweet Little kick. Working to play up the DOM thing, I swung by the hardware store to buy some dense cotton rope 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 theater on our secondly play date much earlier in the good afternoon. I carried to rope and knife in my prick bag. The airscrew helped ca-ca a irrefutable impact. I brought out the rope and flicked out the blade like some kind of criminal and said, `` I gon na create you my bitch for real."Her heart gleamed with excitement.

She led me down the cellar stairs to what seemed like an old, fresh rec elbow room. There was some light coming in from the glass block windowpane and it was utterly quiet. There was an old couch pushed up against a wall, plus a couple electric chair and an old TV sitting on an even honest-to-goodness coffee table. The roofing tile floor was a simple-minded checkerboard pattern. Everything was a little dust-covered. Like many business firm of the era, a metallic element electron beam traversed the midpoint ceiling, and steel C. W. Post supported the light beam.

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 in the eye."flight strip,"was all I said. She looked down. But I lifted her optic back to me mine by holding her Kuki-Chin and lifting her chief up firmly. She blinked and nodded.

I stepped back and crossed my weaponry 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 hide colored bra like she'd wear to work and white boy-cut panties. I told her,"Turn around."I looked at her some more, then stepped closer and said in a potently vital tone,"White grandmother pants ? Seriously ? And you knew I was coming ? Fuuuuuuuuck."And with that I cocked my in good order hand back, opened my medallion and swatted her justly ass impertinence with a hard smacking. She squealed and jumped up."Shut up,"I said,"That didn't trauma. I'm not even warmed up !"Then I moved to my leftfield so I could slap her left ass cheek with even more force out. As I roughly grabbed her bra clench and unfastened it, I said,"Take those ugly thnigs off."She bent over facing away from me, and as she slid her step-in down, my hand marks began to present vivid red on her china-white ass.

"turning around,"I commanded. Looking down, and clumsily kicking off her panty from her feet, she turned around, her bra dangling some, but still covering her chest. I reached forward and used my total hand to hold between the cups and just pulled. Caught off guard, she wiggled her arms free 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 of meat."They'll do."

"Thank you, lord,"was her reaction.

Before I knew it, I had her raw in her own basement. I was being a footling rougher on her breasts than I ever thought I would be with a char ... but she liked it ... it turned her on. She started yelling like it hurt ... but there was a smile on her face and the devil in her eye ....

I pushed her down on the couch ... made a quick gin and tied her paw together and then to the foot of the couch. Then I really went at her teat, twisting the hell out of them ... .she yelled so loudly that my auricle rang. She never did use her safe word ... which she mumbled to me while I was biting the side of one of her bosom as a `` just in case '' thing. I got into a rhythm where I 'd lift and twist, holding just long enough that I thought the burn would begin, then I 'd gently lay my wet, hot glossa across her mamilla. The contrast of flavor made her dead body writhe, and the sounds she made were recherche. The pant and winces turned to pleasurable moans and coos.

After working on her bosom, I went for her cunt lip. She was drenched, and not only her cunt. The insides of her second joint were also wet, and my fingers slid easily around her inner and kayoed lips. I 'd alternate between sliding around the exterior of her snatch, every so often tweaking her clit, to plunging my fingers deep inside her. Her sass were so wet that it was backbreaking to get a good hold on them, but I did a few time and twisted her outer brim hard. As a reward for taking the infliction, I planted a hot mouth on her snatch and gently sucked her lips into my mouth. A few clock time I focused on her clit, gently, in a teasing way ... then I 'd commit my chief back and while her heart were closed, I 'd slap her pussy with my hand, `` smack ! '' Her trunk would toss in surprise then relax again as my oral fissure returned to sooth the sting.

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

About then, I figured it was time for some viva voce military action FOR ME ... she pursed her lip ... ..I played pissed and spanked her ass and the binding of her thighs 'till they were pink and blotchy. I went after her bosom and pussy again, and let her cum. Then I got my BJ. At this meter in my life I 'd had so little oral that even though she was n't as great as some cleaning lady I 've had since, the experience sent my head spinning. Her lip was so hot and she used nice force per unit area. She kept her hands moving around my shaft and Ball. It was also so wonderful to watch my tool disappear into her mouth. So so sexy.

After this overnice oral, I had her climb on me. She was rocking away, but I slowed her right down. I was bottoming out in her and could feel the cone of her cervix tweaking the tip of my cock when she came down on me with her full force. Her breasts bobbing in front of me made a unadulterated target for more `` torture. '' With both hands free, I could take a tit in each hired hand and squeeze them, then zero in on each nipple to filch and twist. When I 'd do that, her body would tighten up ... her eye would squat shut, her cervix brawniness would tense, her legs would close down around me, and her kitty would clench down on my shaft.

I was n't going to last much retentive. I timed it so we both came at the Lapp clip. I felt like I pumped jiz into her for an hour. And my eubstance quivered with aftershocks for a few minutes after. Then I just held her ... and I could find the cum oozing from her pussycat, down my jibe and balls, covering my second joint.

The peacefulness of this post-orgasmic time was wonderful.

I showered in a dazed stupor. It was around 5:30 pm when I went home, and I was wobbly legged the rest of the Nox. Every time I thought about the experience, I got stiff and unrestrained. The next day, I could n't stop thinking about it. I had discovered the pleasance of being a master, and found new top executive 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 divorcement you can sustain me for life. 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 change your life, I can't see you again. It hurts too a great deal. Even so, I send you a big passionate kiss. Joni"

Over the adjacent year or two we corresponded a few times. Joni got conjoin and earned her PhD. My hope is that she is still leading a wonderful life surrounded by a loving mob. But I'll always remember Joni through the passion in her optic and the sound from her sass when I twisted her nipple …