Dreams
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Postad:8 juli 2020 11:30 am
Senast Uppdaterad:15 juli 2021 6:43 pm 2453 besök
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Our dreams are usually a culmination of things that we experienced through our day, or something that's been heavy on our minds. I don't typically remember most of my dreams but I've been having them constantly lately. The one I had last night was of the first time I met my previous, most recent Dominant. (I have been in the BDSM/kink realm since I was 15, but didnt have my first true D/s experience until I was 19. The Los Angeles community was instrumental in discovering myself.) We met in early 2018 and I was smitten right away. He was a walking contradiction and every single thing about him turned me, made me wea It was impossible say no him. He did things my body that I still cant figure out. Who knows how long I'll be chasing that high...
On this particular day, I was dragging from an all night party by the beach and hadn't been sleep yet. As I sat in my car chugging water, popping Ibuprofen and trying stop my heart from beating out of my chest, I saw him. 6'3, bald, muscular, maybe 240, tan, piercing blue eyes, and ink blasted. My mouth watered. He looked even better in person than I expected. How rare is that? This man who was easily one of the smartest, most charming, and caring humans I've ever met wasn't exactly approachable. If you saw him however, you would probably avert your eyes from his gaze or cross the street. Definitely gave off a "don't fuck with me" vibe, but I'm not easily intimidated.
I got out of my car and walked into the restaurant, being careful to not get too close. I wanted to observe him for a bit, see how he interacted with the staff. You can tell a lot about a person from the way they treat "the help". He was laid back, joking with the waiter, smiling and laughing. Just what I wanted to see. Steeling my nerves, I adjusted the burgundy dress that fit just right in all the right places, fluffed my brownish blonde curly afro and made sure my lipstick was pristine. Taking a deep breath, I got up and walked toward his table with all the confidence of Naomi Campbell on the catwal I felt good. I looked good. The moment he saw me, my heart could have stopped. I'll never forget that look he gave me. It was more than desire, or lust. It was... hunger. Primal. Carnal. I immediately started to blush.
"Fuc I mean hello. But also, FUCK," he said, never taking his eyes off of me. He got up hug and pull out my chair. He let his hands roam while we embraced, gripping my ass, inhaling my perfume as he kissed my nec "We may not make it through lunch." Secretly, I hoped we wouldn't. I was tired of waiting. The anticipation was too much for . say that my pussy was throbbing would be an understatement. Its like it had it's own heartbeat. I wouldnt have been surprised if I left a wet spot on my seat. A strong drink would have been nice, but i wasnt at all for food.
"I would be okay with that," I replied as I sat down crossing my legs so that my dress rose up my thigh. Just then, the waiter reappeared take our drink orders. He looked up and down, smiled and asked what I wanted. Perhaps his smile was a little too friendly because when he looked over to my D, he saw that he was already staring at him, staring , his smile faded and was replaced with a mix of fear and embarrassment.
"She's beautiful, isn't she? It's okay loo You touch, that's when I break your fucking fingers. We have decided to eat at home. Thank you for your service though." He stated bluntly, reaching in his wallet to leave a tip. He looked at me and stood up. I was taken abac I didnt know what say. I stood up, thanked the waiter, and proceeded to walk towards the door. Once we were outside, he pulled around the corner and kissed . A deep, fully engaged, soul snatching kind of kiss. My knees were wea I could tell he was going be trouble...
Sometimes I replay that day in my head. The hotel later that night was even more mind blowing. I had my first real orgasm, I learned squirt, and even cum on command without being touched. Just the sound of his voice. Every now and again, I miss it.
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