TRUE STORY! Who's Really In Control Here?!? - Sex Stories

TRUE STORY! Who's Really In Control Here?!?

... brick bungalow in one of Chicago’s older neighborhoods. I swung into the narrow driveway, shut the car down and hopped out not knowing what to expect. Joni had sent a face picture but it wasn’t very flattering. I was half expecting her to be a Butter Face … as in she’s got a hot body, “but her face” is really ugly.

She was in her home’s back yard and came out to greet meet. This girl was NOT a butter face. She had short, curly, dirty blond hair, pretty blue eyes, and a sweet smile. I’d guess she was about 5’3”. Judging by how she filled out her t-shirt and jock shorts, she might have weighed 125 pounds. Her curves were mature and very sexy. For visualization purposes, I recall her breasts were a large b-cup … nothing monstrous.

We sat on her pack patio enjoying the shade on the warm summer afternoon. I could only stay a short time, but I felt sincerely attracted to her. We talked about careers, graduate classes and the excitement of looking through the personal ads. She thanked me again telling her about her email faux pax. Things were going great.

As the minutes ticked away, I had to get going. We both stood up, and respecting the fact that we were in plain sight of anybody who might have been outside in the neighborhood, I didn’t hug her or even hold her hand. But I did tell her very clearly that I wanted to grab her and kiss her very badly. She surprised me by suggesting we go inside. Damn!

We stepped inside the home’s small side entrance. It was a tiny ...

... space that was very dark compared to the bright outdoors. I recall awkwardly shuffling about in the dim light as she closed the door behind us. Like so many of those older small homes, from the tiny landing you could go into the kitchen, into the front living room, or fall down the basement stairs.

Standing close in the small entrance, she slid her body close to mine, looked up into my eyes and kissed me so passionately that the backs of my legs tingled.

After a few moments, her tongue found mine, and then she stiffened it up and forced it in my mouth. I sucked on it like it was a big clit! After a few minutes of kissing like high-schoolers, I had her breasts out of her t-shirt. Her firm nipples were like plump grapes, and her breasts filled my large hands just perfectly.

In my first act as a would-be pretending-DOM, I purposefully twisted her left nipple with my right index finger and thumb … not too hard, but enough to let her know I meant business. Her legs went weak and she moaned the sexiest sound I’d ever heard come from a woman. I figured, “I guess I’ll get the hang of this!” Still holding her plump nipple firmly, I could feel her areola stretch. She pulled back slightly, just enough to tug her breast skin tightly. And then another moan....

I really had to get home, so I very reluctantly stopped what we were doing. The look in Joni’s eyes was somewhere between out-of-control passion and genuine love. She looked up at me with such fuck-me eyes I almost creamed ...