A Fantasy - Kink & BDSM
Making reunion last
It’ll be 20 years ago next year since we met. I was mentally and emotionally fried and coming out of a short but nasty marriage. He was a lone wolf, looking for a woman who could take his thick 8” anally.
We lived 20 minutes apart, and the meet-ups got hotter and harder and more frequent. Stress relief. His kisses were so perfect and warm; he aroused me just my meeting my lips with his own. We often got straight to business, and he loved my loud squeals as he drilled me deeply and roughly. One very special time, there was a bar stool he bent me over. He still mentions it when we reminisce.
Life took a turn, as it always does. I needed to get my life into shape and into a more healthy and ambitious pattern. He moved away too, and the moments we had once shared became favourite memories. I cut communication, wanting to enable finding something real and conventional; ours was just animalistic and pure passion.
We did reconnect some ten years ago, after he shared more of himself and his sexual inclinations. He’d experienced emasculation in a sissy dynamic and wanted to explore more, with me. I’d never had a dominant sexual role before, but the idea was incredibly hot to me. So we decided to meet up again, and this time, he’d be the one taking the cock.
We both had an amazing night of fun together, but it’s true I didn’t feel confident or natural as his Mistress yet. It was so different to my entire sexual backstory, but I loved learning how to make love to him in his submission to me. We both wanted more, but the planets were misaligned.
A decade has passed and we talk every day. Our deepest, darkest and most depraved thoughts and ideas can be spoken freely with one another, and always kept within the vault of secrecy we keep for each other. Neither of us want to muck around any more; we want to live our moments while we can. That means changing our lives to enable it.
He will become my anal-only dominant, and I will take him as my sissy wife. He wants me to find another lover or two; for me to come home to him with my pussy well-used and my mind and heart full. We want to live out our fantasy life, and maybe that can become a vehicle for someone else living theirs too.
And so the next adventure begins: the quest to find a discrete local man who wants a regular, passionate and ongoing sexual relationship, knowing that it’s not leading to sky-castles. Companionship and sex; one or two times per week.
We lived 20 minutes apart, and the meet-ups got hotter and harder and more frequent. Stress relief. His kisses were so perfect and warm; he aroused me just my meeting my lips with his own. We often got straight to business, and he loved my loud squeals as he drilled me deeply and roughly. One very special time, there was a bar stool he bent me over. He still mentions it when we reminisce.
Life took a turn, as it always does. I needed to get my life into shape and into a more healthy and ambitious pattern. He moved away too, and the moments we had once shared became favourite memories. I cut communication, wanting to enable finding something real and conventional; ours was just animalistic and pure passion.
We did reconnect some ten years ago, after he shared more of himself and his sexual inclinations. He’d experienced emasculation in a sissy dynamic and wanted to explore more, with me. I’d never had a dominant sexual role before, but the idea was incredibly hot to me. So we decided to meet up again, and this time, he’d be the one taking the cock.
We both had an amazing night of fun together, but it’s true I didn’t feel confident or natural as his Mistress yet. It was so different to my entire sexual backstory, but I loved learning how to make love to him in his submission to me. We both wanted more, but the planets were misaligned.
A decade has passed and we talk every day. Our deepest, darkest and most depraved thoughts and ideas can be spoken freely with one another, and always kept within the vault of secrecy we keep for each other. Neither of us want to muck around any more; we want to live our moments while we can. That means changing our lives to enable it.
He will become my anal-only dominant, and I will take him as my sissy wife. He wants me to find another lover or two; for me to come home to him with my pussy well-used and my mind and heart full. We want to live out our fantasy life, and maybe that can become a vehicle for someone else living theirs too.
And so the next adventure begins: the quest to find a discrete local man who wants a regular, passionate and ongoing sexual relationship, knowing that it’s not leading to sky-castles. Companionship and sex; one or two times per week.
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