DESIRE .... better known as agony ... love life is lenient and difficult at the same time. Like urine, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can hold out the raging flood.

God Jeanie is persistent. Jennifer ca n't believe she let her convince her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
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The Abacus is known for a fabulous repast, Abacus is the flagship for epitomizing relaxed, fine dining. The restaurant 's reputation is for signature fare, extensive vino list and custom-crafted cocktails, plus a Epistle of James Beard nomination for service. At Abacus, they cultivate an environment that revolves around citizenry and their relationship to food for thought. It's a civilization of celebrating the uniqueness of ingredients, Guest and staff—from the gentleman, server, servers and chefs alike. Together, the experience transcends the mean dining experience to truly remarkable. In this moment Jennifer is stunned. This is the twenty percent subterfuge date Jeanie has set up for her in the last six workweek. How can she explain that no topic how nice a guy is, she just not going to be interested ? The case of men she is concern in do n't go on blind escort. She certainly does not know a guy that can afford this restaurant.

The air hostess led her to a private room near the back where it is quiet and dimmer lighting suggesting that this area is for dates or VIP 's. She sat down across from me before bothering to see at me. In her mind this is a hopeless eve. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I 'd rules of order a salad to record her mincing feminine elbow room, I would insist on paying, we 'd go home and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my fount. She can tell something is different about me. There is a sort of amused longanimity etched into my facial expression. My strikingly rugged face and expensive clothes, she noticed only after she studied my formulation. There was something remarkably associate about the nasty smile on his back talk and the apprehension in his eyes. Then it struck her, she recognized her own verbalism in mine. I also was dreading this date ; as if I knew it would never act between us ... there Is no Hope. I spoke and broke her out of her present moment of study, `` John. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to gather you. How are you ? '' `` Just fine. '' Already an inept silence ... not a unspoilt star sign for having a pleasant evening. She sighs a little preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you do it Jeanie ? '' I tilted my head to the incline, as if not fully understanding the motion, `` I 'm her protagonist. Did she not tell you about me ? ''

She flush embarrassed. `` She tried, but to be fair you 're the fifth subterfuge day of the month she 's set me up with recently, so I may deliver cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` blue jean can be persistent. She told me a lot about you. Let me distinguish you, you have high criteria to exist up to. '' She chuckled, how like Jeanie. She took a breathing time to protrude speaking again, but I cut her off. `` hear, you seem like a nice immature cleaning lady Jennifer, but we just are n't meant for each former. '' She blew out the air she had sucked in in a huff. What am I not pretty enough ? He does n't even jazz me. The discombobulation and pain sensation 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 oddities that virtually women can not stick out even the view of. '' What on Earth could he mean ? I continue on, `` but that 's no reason for us not to have a nice evening together and maybe even go friends for Jean 's sake. '' Jennifer narrowed her middle at me, `` What kind of crotchet ? '' No detail in beating around the Bush. I sat back in my nates and a little surprised by her bluntness. I pause for a import, considering whether or not to tell her something then just came mightily out and said it, `` intimate oddment. ''
Just then the waiter appeared from behind her shoulder to learn our potable orders. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of information just then on purpose. To give her sentence to process.

But the joke is on me. She is no stranger to `` intimate oddities, '' in fact `` sexual queerness, '' were some of her favorite pastimes. She decided to playact obtuse and see if she could calculate out exactly what I was into. She let her human face brighten up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 tincture of ash gray ? '' pretending to be a fan lady friend of the most Recent raunchy sex novel. I took a deep breathing spell and closed my eyes in exasperation. I 'm certain the inaccuracies and poor characterization of BDSM in that ledger drove me as mad as it drove her. She let a minor smile weirdo across her lips while my middle 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 accord to keep my secret. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a hundred dollar bill, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the character in that book, but that type is a horrible representation of what my intimate lifestyle is about. I 'm sure that you 're not occupy in hearing about my sex life history the first time we 're meeting over dinner, I just wanted to explain why I ca n't pursue you. The sort of sex I have is very particular and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just have a pleasant even and part as champion. ''

Jennifer is truly interested now. Not only is this screen escort someone that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was kind, compassionate, intelligent, wealthy and most belike a very sound apprehension, I 'm also a intimate dominant. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't want to fare right out and say 'Hey that 's convenient become I 'm sexually subservient !'But she did want me to view her as having potential. She decided to play a niggling 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 other 's antic, found we watched the Lapplander TV shows and got along very well. Throughout the night however, She keeps dropping little steer to observe me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her gaze down to the table often, she leaned forward onto the table letting her work force rest in orison position, when the server came to the mesa with our entrees I asked, `` You ordered the grilled volaille rightfield ? '' and she replied with a comical, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my middle dart to her nerve then down as if embarrassed by a thought. She is a little aloud, very loquacious and nigh of all not subservient. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to know her, the daily vanilla face of her ... and she got to know my daily vanilla side as well. Jennifer is having the expert clock time she has had in calendar month. As dinner is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to make for us separate checks. 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 good it is a pet peeve of mine.

'' Even if we were really on a engagement I do n't like the idea of a man having to pay for dinner anyway. I ate, just like you did and this is not the 1950 's where char did n't work or did n't make enough money working. I get paid quite enough to give my own dinner. '' My typeface is paying attention as I start to dissent again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a little male chauvinist of me to arrogate that you should have to pay, and it 's a trivial male chauvinist of you to take over that I ca n't or do n't want to pay. '' My hired man went up in defeat, `` Fair enough. I 'm glad dungaree set us up, I really think we could be dandy supporter. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my finish 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 curio. Does n't everyone get at least some ? '' surprisal crossed my font, `` Not many women would need to mouth about sex on the first date. '' `` We determined earlier that this is n't a appointment, '' She corrected me. `` Even so ... '' I trailed off. She shrugged her shoulder joint 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 think ? '' `` well, '' She started, `` I happen to savour being the slavish 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 years former then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' farsighted cock with the heaviness of a coke can ? '' My nerve is just inches from hers and my oculus meant line of work. Her breath caught in her throat and she only just managed to screech out, `` no ... '' My eyes are heated and yet cold-blooded and hard. I ask in a very level and insure voice, `` Is that form of kinship something you would be matter to in trying with me ? '' My bluntness and close forcible proximity is derailing her flirty and mischievous 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 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 brass up for a kiss. Instead I took a footstep away from her, allowing her to realize that her body is leaning against the car. As she peeled her consistence away from the frigidness metal I instructed, `` Put your leftovers in your car. '' She took a breath and squared her shoulders. The thrill of following orders hit her immediately as she unlocked her car and set her 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 script to the small of her back. Instantly she feels a change semen over her ; she stood straighter, her hip joint swayed more, her shoulder joint were back and her head is held senior high. Amazing the modification that one feeling in the right seat could give. The bar is tatty and total of kidskin barely old enough to be there ... some may not have even been 21. This did not at all seem like my scene and it certainly was n't hers. We paused at the entree as I scanned the room for seating. I lead her to the punt corner of the bar where there was a diminutive kiosk with only one face of seats and let her slide in.
'' Do you like red vino ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her headspring no and answered with, `` Long Island Iced Tea is my swallow. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't query me. `` flannel wine ? '' I asked. `` White vino is better than red, '' She said. I disappeared from the table making my way up to the bar. I did n't skid 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 aphrodisiacal to take in, scholar parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar bid look for wine bottles and chuckling when individual plopped down following to her. In the rearward corner of the bar it could n't have been by error. Jennifer glanced up at the clearly wassail fraternity boy and immediately backed as far away from him as she could in the booth. `` Hii tthere baby doll, '' his speech was slurred and he was clearly trying to get favourable tonight judging by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her immediate response and overwhelming demand 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 deliver champion here ? '' `` Friends ! '' he shouted raising the glass of beer in his script, clearly calling out to someone and not answering my query. Faintly across the bar she heard a group of people respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the ally, '' he said pointing over his shoulder. `` They bet me, '' twisting his handwriting to point at me, `` that I could n't see your titties, but I, '' he paused to take on a deep breath, `` know I can. ''

He breath stunk of unfermented beer as he exhaled on me. Jennifer tried to back further into the tiny booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your friends are right. '' He reached over with a beer still in his hand, `` No, see, if we just get this button out of here ... '' She grabbed at his hands to stop him just as she hears my reassuringly angry interpreter, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my vocalism made the frat boy jumping and spill beer down her top. As soon as frat boy saw me, he stood as erect as he could. `` Sorry man, did n't lie with this young woman was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very drunken way and started to retreat toward his friend. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and said in a composure and dangerously quiet voice that carried over the noise of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a woman again. Do you read me ? '' The frat boy looked rightfully petrified and just nodded his point. 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 epinephrin rushing more that she knew logically was necessary. I slide into the booth future to her and with one bridge player 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 crap eye physical contact with me, I asked, `` Are you ok ? '' She smiled weakly at me and nodded.

I kissed her temple sweetly. `` okeh. '' I sounded reassured. `` White vino, '' I announced as I slide a chicken feed over to her. My meth is wide-cut of scotch. This is dissimilar than the eating place. I 'm different. Jennifer is different. We talked openly about what our limits 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 offspring and immaterial to the twain sitting in the cover nook. I asked her many questions and her answer were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to expand on something. My body language and hers made it very clear to both of us that this conversation is different. I had her complete and undivided aid. She sat back in the seat, her eubstance feeling smaller and smaller the longer we talked. When she pulled out her purse to reconcile her tab I frowned at her. `` I 'll hold none of your featherbrained feminism ranting now. '' `` But I ... '' She started. I stopped her by simply raising my hand. `` I know that you are perfectly up to and bequeath to pay for yourself, and I respect that, '' I paused, `` put your money away. When we go out I am going to pay for things. You will not feel guilty about disbursement as practically 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 steadfast set of rules established. I saw the alarm on her face and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a gentleman's gentleman ... even if that 's a little sexist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub relationship if not a slight sexist ? We went to her place, her body is slender and toned. Her stomach is flat and she fits into a size 6. All things considered, she is a catch. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the bread and butter way to go to the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard for a coffee tree chump and feel me press up against her. `` Do n't mind me. I 'm just here for the coffee, '' I teased, rubbing the root 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 metre you realized that I 'm in mastery here and contain saying no. '' I slide my hand around her shank and dip my finger's breadth beneath the elastic band of her skirt. She just froze as I shoved a finger into her pussy. `` I 've been patient long enough, but my dick '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 thumb fucking her in the kitchen. My hard-on is still rubbing against her, getting orotund every moment.

'' Mm. Did you wax your slit just for me ? '' I ask, `` make you seem in pauperism of a have a go at it deterrent example. Do you need someone to teach you how to make a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just arrest, '' She said again, pushing back against me. It only made me harder. I abandoned the umber mug that I had clasped in my paw to make beneath her blouse and cupped one of her breasts. I pinched her nipple, I kneaded her breast. `` Yummy, '' I whispered into her ear before turning her toward me, unbuttoning her blouse and lowering my lip to her breasts. She reached up to promote 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 skin tingling under my tongue. I licked and sucked her titty, gently working one breast then the other tit. My hot mouth lapping at her nipple, which had grown hard at the flick of my natural language.

Then my hand is firmly gripping her hair, whispering command in her ear. A private 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 respect. ''
Jennifer nodded just to feel the pull of her straits against my hand. She feels her wetness seeping through her panties as she stood on trembling legs against the buffet. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the living room.
Fiercely, her optic met mine and did not stray as she undid her blouse, exposing the black lacing and her full knocker. Her pulse is racing. `` Keep going, Jennifer. You know the dominion. '' So stern. So fucking sexy. A hip shimmy and the skirt fluttered to the floor. My eyes widened at her naked pussy, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a footstep forward, in her bra and stockings, making a motion to record. I held a hand out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said submit it all off. You can keep the stockings and garter bash. They please me. '' In a panic, she fumbled with the bra clutches, unhooking it and pulling it away from her humble titty. She dropped it on the floor, `` A little hasty, though you 're quite an obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An strange bit of pride welled in her chest. `` bend over the couch. I told you, in force girls get rewarded. ''

Already, her head is filling with repose. No longer bear on with anxiety or mundane tasks, I 'm filling her with calm, through statement and her own pliant, volition response. A reception, in this case, is to stoop forward over a plush couch, and stick her ass high in the air. She gave it a little wiggle for commodity measure. `` Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely recall what she said at the restaurant. `` I want to be dominated. '' I walked up behind her and ran my fingertips over the curved shape of her ass. She squirmed and her vocalisation got huskier, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, hard. She bit her lip to hold on from crying out in the last little yarn of desire she had to maintain control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her articulation quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her twat, sliding a finger between the lips. `` judging by how much of a wet small strumpet you are, I think there 's more that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to have it away. I want you to fuck me. '' The last few sentences tumbled out in a needy rush. She hears me slide my bang out of my pants, and a zipper from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my script down her spine. Without warning, I shoved my peter inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, bigger than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The sound left her backtalk as she flinched, feeling my severeness enter her deepest recesses. I filled every in of her, satisfying that bass ache she has had between her legs since the night began. She hears me mutter `` oh fuck '' as I begin to stuff into her slowly, giving her body time to accommodate my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` Please ... Sir Thomas More ... Sir Thomas More ... please ... Do n't hold back ... shtup me ... Please bang me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slip down her thighs, increasing my stride at her incoherent prod 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 posterior. Forceful, deep poke that pressed her thighs against the cover of the couch, and bounced her tits back and Forth River. I grabbed her pilus roughly, arching her spine towards me, saying `` You are mine. Come, come for me. Be a right girl and seminal fluid for me. '' In my masochistic bliss, all she can do is moan and smile. She tries to sustain my tread with her hip, pressing back against me at the inscrutable period of my severe throw inside her, but lost out to my frenzied calendar method of birth control and her finger on her clitoris. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to waves of joy, jerking her hips uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, spill my hot white cum on her ass. Delicately, I rubbed it into her skin. I led her to lay down on the couch, where I enveloped her in my arms, more tenderly than she honestly would feature 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 horror, her consistency begins to reply to my touch again. Her pussy starting time aching for my Brobdingnagian stopcock instead of my index finger finger. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and dove my hand back into her pussy. Her silky juices dripped with each thrust of my hand, which made it easier to slip in a second finger and then a third. Her nous is screaming no, but her organic structure has begun to melt again. I tease and rub her clit with my thumb while my fingerbreadth stroke inside her kitty-cat. She feels heat starting line to feed through her and she tries to seize onto the counter to steady herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my finger out of her pussy and give her clit a operose pinch. She winces and whimpers, but I slap my pussy soaked hand over her mouth. `` Keep quiet, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the counter and slue my fingers into her rima oris. She sucks her sweet kitty-cat juice off of each finger like I had sucked her breast. She ca n't think how aroused she has become again ! She lifted her ass up, humping me through our clothes. We stood there for a moment. I have one mitt on her back, holding her against the parry top, and the other in her mouthpiece. I rub my clothed cock against her and she sucked my fingerbreadth. Her consistency 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 night. Her body is begging for my rock toilsome cock. After all, I had let go of her, but she had n't tried to get away. Still, her mind preserve 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 hairsbreadth and pull in her header back against my articulatio humeri, pinning her tighter against me, `` Do n't act like you do n't need this. I feel how wet you are—how your greedy cunt begs for my stopcock. I fuck a woman usually three or four multiplication during the nighttime. '' I tangle my fingers into her hair, pulling her head back and glided my knife into her assailable mouth. She does n't have it away why she did it, but she closed her mouthpiece around mine and kissing me, hard and dirty, until she had to stop and pant for breath. `` You are just delectable, '' I said, pushing her back down against the counter top. Her nipples pressed against the frigidness tile, sending a shiver through her. Her arousal is hot, prickling her locoweed. She whimpers again, asking me to stop over, but it did n't do any good. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the backbone of her shirt, pushing her step-in aside, and printing press the tip of my cock against her gap. I held tightly onto her hips, sliding my cock up and down her slit, making sure it is well lubricated with her lust. I tease her clit with the head of my tool until she just ca n't abide it anymore.

'' Please, '' She whispers. `` Please what ? '' I said, amusement in my voice. `` Please. Just put it in. '' She said in little Thomas More than a murmur. `` What do you want ? I could n't quite hear you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as loud as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot athirst pussy. I held her against the rejoinder as I dip my cock just barely past her slit lips and pull back out. I did this a few sentence, never going any deeper than an inch. She tried to coerce herself back onto me, but I just laughed. `` Just fuck me already ! I want you to get it on me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd come around. '' I grunted ramming the entire length of my putz into her snatch. She nearly screamed, but my fingerbreadth were back in her mouth, chocking back her asshole. I 'm so much bombastic than any cock she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it palpate so good. I begin fucking her, slow and deep, rubbing up against her g-spot with each thrust. It did n't submit farseeing before she feels the prickling spread through her and jazz she is about to cum. Her kitty-cat head start contracting around my cock and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her climax hit, radiating throughout her body, and she fumbles to calm 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 snatch quiver, the ecstasy fading a little with each pulse. She whimpers again, pushing back against my hardness.

'' You 're a thirsty little thing, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better fill you up. '' I start to hotfoot up, hammering my cock into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her branch wide, my balls 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 birth ascendence. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my mouth. Let me fellate you off ! '' I start to slow down. `` You want to suck my dick ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to taste you. I want to sense your hot cum shoot down my pharynx. I want to bat my pussy succus off of your prick. Please ! Let me get on my genu and suck you. Just please do n't cum inside my pussy ! '' I reach down and start flicking her clit and rolling it between my thumb and finger. My shaft is still rubbing her g-spot and since her last orgasm had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her kitty-cat tightens around my shaft and she ca n't aid 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 heavy lode of cum into her pussy. Her coming escalate and she milked me dry. Every drop of my cum is filling her up. What 's worse is that she loves it ! At that instant she knew she would allow me to exploit her lust any clock time I wanted. Once I 'm finished, I pull out of her and sky her over. My cum starts to trickle out of her pussy sass.

She is flushed from her head to her toes. I pull her conclusion for a inscrutable, passionate kiss, my tongue continuing the assault I had just had against her body. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to take advantage of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her mammilla one last hard pinch and zipped up my pant. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway. Jennifer just stood there in everlasting disarray, my cum dripping out of her ill-treat pussy .