The English Dom

We met for coffee. I had tea funnily enough, and spilt it nervously over the table and he with an impatience fetched napkins off other tables.
My peripheral vision picked up the 4 guys in bikkie gear very near-by ...nervous that they may hear our feeble conversation disguised as to our ensuing arousal at meeting and future playdate if i could get past now.! but maybe falling flat here too... he wasn't giving anything away.
Who's playing Dom already! The new man who stood tall and broad shouldered above me, was making utterances under his breath about the size of their bikes his was bigger something about a 750 Triumph only English rode fast nearly died broken bones....such and such and ..... i was getting frustrated at his bad manners..or was it my frustration at not knowing where i stood, why I desired him more.. want what's out of reach maybe....
He said let's go... We walked to our cars, byes nothing more coming out from his lips. The strong and silent type I s'pose, nah nothing ok bye I got in and drove away wondered where it fell flat... put him out of my head and got on with my day....
An invite to his for dinner he's cooking and bring something to stay over in... leave that with your imagination he said as he hung up. huh so rude.
I was greeted by a huge dog at his gate only for her to roll over on her side and want belly rubs.. I was smitten... and then he appeared and the dark lord had now revealed himself. I smiled with a relief. Dressed in his pjs, though very handsome pjs they were with slippers, a pipe hanging from his lips.. i don't believe this i thought to myself out of a movie come on is he for real though English men will do that... eccentric types mostly
which gets me hot every time.
"I wanted to make you feel comfortable at dinner so when you strip off and wear what I have laid out for you on my bed you won't feel so naked darling" he kinda whispered...raising the hairs on my arms and more so my body had a knee jerk response to. I felt it twitch between my legs. He leading the way to his door and straight to his room....lit with four-post bed in the middle. Then he said come here, he flicked on a light to a room that was a den he called it his den. Ha! never heard that one.
What have I gotten myself into... he did say "you're too vanilla" very early on in our brief conversations.
A bed. High off the ground. Taking stock of the room with various toys, metal, glass, a swing, books, more dildos than you can poke a dildo at, somethings looked like plasticine multi-coloured dragons? wrong- i was to find out. I said let me get dressed for dinner... as i went towards the outfit...stripping off in a hurry i was now hungry horny and hot and impatient. Couldn't stand the waiting, the rampant imagination taking hold or the anticipation of something out of my world... so I walked into the kitchen, wearing the garments. Garments that's funny. Leather straps and not much else holding me up and feeling very turned on. A black fine lace g-string with only thin straps meeting at the back above my cheeks and thin lace triangle at the front matched by a lace bra thin straps and tiny triangles to cover just, tottering on the black high heels( i packed) hmmmm what how when but damn it felt good. He was seated at the kitchen table facing me as I walked in. I noticed for the first time a soft jazz type music coming from lounge a jazz trumpet i thought for a flash o god be still brain...Drink in hand and pipe now in ash tray ... how do I remember all these details? Heightened senses alight, it's like the smell of sex imprinted on the retina...raw energy to come .. the smell of his pipe tobacco, the dinner on stove, champagne flutes sparkling on the table, the silver ice bucket with condensation on it, ice bucket are you serious .. with French champagne in and i needed a drink NOW i said to wake him from his languid now cat eaten dinner pose to serve me a drink quick please.. my juices were stewing and i wanted him more than ever. Can he read my mind .. it's slow motion and i detect a warm glow about him too. The heat in the kitchen is for real.. he stands up from his chair, towers above me takes me in to him for a minute , i can smell him, want to ravage him and him me. He kisses me and then it's all or nothing he is devouring me with his hot mouth tongue circling my ear, his lips on my ear nibbling lobes and down my neck soft moist lips caressing my neck, firm hand encircles my neck , holds it for not long enough, back to our mouths, he holds me and devours me there with his mouth. He then stands apart, I laugh. My lips are sore a bit... the force of our mouths on each... wow.. What ? He scoops me up and at once over his shoulder staggers for a minute, then down the hall...crashing me up against the wall.. he gets down, buries his head, his mouth on me hands firm on my thighs willing them to part he plants his face in me the black lace is getting wet, panties pulled to one side my lips bare and smooth for him to gaze at and then his tongue goes to work.. I'm helpless with hands in his hair as i look down pushed up against the wall and lost all strength as his tongue caresses me up and down and around, inside and out, moist soft strokes at me coaxing out moans of madness.. i need to be horizontal. i want to touch him too.. i say. hmm indeed he says.. he rises and we kiss more to stagger the rest of the way to his room. Crashing on to bed he unbuckles the leather around my waist fingers are soft and teasing me he reaches and unbuckles from between my legs and I laugh again. Lace panties pulled down legs ouch pain so worth it and i want to reach out and touch him but he's busy ... go to kitchen pour me a drink i say in what must be madness... on it! he says. I smile a smile of more to come. Ice cold bucket and bottle are placed bedside and glass in hand I prop myself up on elbows to watch him, my thighs open slightly , relaxed and turned on and as i gulp a mouthful of cold liquid, a stray ice cube is inserted into my now hot wet cunt.. ahhhhh... fuck.... ice and heat, the sting, it's generating heat, it slips out and he's on me mouths again hot and wet i forget and the glass goes to floor.. i find him and can feel him through the silk of his pants.. tracing the hard erection and head. shirt off and pants pulled down as he lies on the bed kicking them off with haste entering me hard and deep and then faster deeper we fuck. A woman never tells all....
So began my journey in a four poster bed with a tall eccentric Englishman, a man cave and that's only half of it....