We met on here and he honestly freaked me the fuck out at first. I made the assumption he was familiar with the fet world and we started off with quite the miscommunication.
I remember the first time he fucked me. I felt so nervous and insecure about the whole thing and when he walked in, he just had this hungry look that both put me at ease and made me wet at the same time.
His kiss was wonderful. Not everyone is a good kisser (KA was terrible). I reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants and could feel it's size but still didn't fully appreciate it until I had my lips wrapped around it. It humbled me, it's size.
He'd said we weren't going to fuck but I knew better. I wanted him. I remember how shockingly painful and full I felt when he entered me as I sat in the chair. So fucking good.
Then more miscommunication...that took me to the brink of saying thanks but no thanks. But I decided to give it another go...when I heard my phone buzz in the middle of the night as he was out driving, I invited him over and the rest is history.
I've loved every minute of our time together...and even most of our chats during our times apart.
He touches me in ways I've never been touched before. With his huge cock that touches me in places I've never been touched, with my toys he uses on me in ways I've never had them used on me before, with his kinky mind...creating a safe space to share my deepest, darkest desires shamelessly in ways I've never shared before.
I love feeling my body squirting uncontrollably beneath him, I love the smell of his cum inside of me the day after we've fucked, I love when he leaves his mark behind on my body.
I look forward to more firsts and fantasies fulfilled.
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