Have you missed me this week?
I used the stolen laptop/researching/purchasing new one as an excuse to take some time off from the internet. There is life beyond Facebook. Really.
As I said, Sir X and I kept communicating even after I bailed on the rendezvous in part four. His response was unexpectedly warm and endearing. He told me that he was disappointed but understood and to take all the time I needed to decide about seeing him, that he really wanted to see me and didn't want to lose contact with me, whether we had sex or not. He has not made a false or wrong move with me. As we kept talking, he shared more about himself, his marriage and his sex life. I need to protect his privacy, so I can't report any of that. But I can tell you that what he shared made me understand that he needs me as much as I need him.
I have faced my demon. I hate the idea that his wife, should she discover our affair, will be the one who decides it is over. Ideally, he and I should make that decision. In reality, if she finds out, she will. I don't like that, but I have accepted it. Beyond all reason, I want him. I want to experience sex in a new way with him.
When I opened the first photo he sent me--a torso shot of him seated bare-chested in a chair, jeans unsnapped but nothing showing--I wanted to crawl into his lap, swirl that chest hair into wet curls with my tongue, lick my way down that strip of belly hair....and find his cock. More, I wanted him to dominate me. Moreover, I knew that he could.
As I am getting to know him better, I sense that he is the right combination of repressed dominant and genuine good guy I desire. He is smart and funny and has no idea how sweet and lovable he is--but the electric undercurrent is there. I can submit to him. He will teach me the pleasure of pain and I will thrill to his pleasure in giving me that pain. Something inside each of us needs to be split open; and we are the man and the woman who can do that for the other. We both crave intensity.
I recognized that immediately in his photo. Nothing in my interaction with him has made me feel differently. I just had to overcome the power wife issue and accept that he and I don't control time, but we can make the most of whatever time we have.
I sent him this email:
"I am sitting in an editorial meeting and suddenly I think about the video you sent. Your cock spurting gloriously. I can taste you cum in my mouth. I can feel it like healing balm as you massage it into my throbbing nipples.
"I imagine our first time. You tell me, 'I have to give you a lesson in obediance so you will never cancel a date again.' Roughly, you kiss my mouth, sucking and biting my lips, fucking me with you tongue as you manhandle my nipples, twisting, squeezing, pushing and pulling them. I moan into your mouth. You twist harder. I gasp. Keeping one nipple firmly in your hard grasp, you lower your mouth to the other and tease it with your teeth, grazing it, sucking, then suddenly biting.
"You knead both breasts, hard. I am breathing hard and sweating. You stop and I think it is over, but you fasten the clover clamps on my aching nipples, tugging the chain to increase the tension. 'Don't cry out," you order. I wince, but I do not cry.
"'Get into the rear entry postion with you ass up high,' you command. I hear you open the lube and feel the cool wetness pressed inside my anus and I know what is coming next. Trembling, I push back against you. In two, short searing strokes you are inside me. You are in no hurry, taking your time with each slow deep stroke, pulling almost out, before pushing in again as deep as you can go. Tugging the chain once more, you want me to feel each stroke; and I do. I thrill to the little grunts of pleasure you make as you thrust as deeply as you can into me.
"I am weak and dizzy with the need to come but you won't let me touch my clit. You remove the nipple clamps and pain shoots from my nipples into my breasts and throughout my body. I do not cry out, but my gutteral groan is primal. 'Come on my cock in your ass' you order, fucking me hard and fast, fucking my ass like it's never been fucked. I see the whole world in red and sweat. And I come. As you reach your own orgasm, you put you hands in my pussy and massage my clit and I come again and again and again."
And he wrote back, "oh, hell, yes, oh, yes."
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