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| I'm looking for someone that has passion, for living and for lust. My suit and tie life is as vanilla as it gets, with a stark contrast between that life and my deviance. I seek to satisfy the deviant part of myself, without regret or reservation, by pushing the envelope in myself and with whomever I connect. Although dominant, I give much more than I receive.
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The following is a partial account of an experience. My hope is that someone will enjoy reading it.
"My phone rings. ?Then a text message. ?I hadn't heard from her since the last tryst. ?She isn't mine anymore, but it's delightful just the same. ?It's late, too late for coffee. ?Can she stop by? ?Why not..
She knocks, I open. ?She's smiling. ?"Hi!" she bubbles. ?I neither move nor invite her in. ?She saunters past underneath my arm while I hold the door. ?I shut it behind her. ?I'm always shocked by her height, or lack of it. ?Her scent hits me briefly as I turn, flooding me with thought. ?
?I look her over, inquisitively. ?Gray heels, high enough to be noticeable. ?A white dress with flowery looking things on it, and a bow holding her hair in a pony tail. ? "Amy's wedding" she says, replying to my visible confusion. ?She looks "nice". ?We both know better. ?Who's Amy? I don't even care.
I haven't said a word. ?She approaches, close enough that I feel warmth, and looks up at me. ?Half smiling, innocently. ?My hand creeps softly up her back, reaching for her hair. ?Gripping it firmly enough to communicate my intentions, her gasp is lost inside my mouth. ?I taste and feel her now. ?Like slipping into a warm bath. ?Lovely.
Walking behind her, a hand on her hip and another on her shoulder, I lead her to a bedroom. ?Apparently forgetting her place and my nature, she attempts to turn. ?I reply kindly by shoving her forward, the bed in front of her. ? She catches herself with both hands, now leaned over. ?No words. ?I pause to look her over again. ?She knows to stay where she is and wait. ?Legs slightly apart, her posture begging me to act.
And I do wait, letting an eternity pass. ?Long enough to let it build. ?She's nearly shaking. ?I break the pause by slipping my hand underneath the dress, searching for her. ?Heat emanates from her, almost pulsating. ?It feels primal. ?Regular underwear..innocently vanilla. ?Like a white lie. ?I love it. ?I slide my fingers softly along her lips, back and forth. ?She exhales sharply. ?I punctuate it by slapping her ass, hard enough to numb my hand. ?Sound shatters through silence. ?"Hi" I say. ?No reply, but I can now hear her breathing more heavily."
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| Age: 24 |
| Los Angeles,
California |
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