A first weekend with Sara - Sex Stories

A first weekend with Sara

... not sure how to describe it,” she said as she stood up. “It was the most pain I’ve ever felt, but it was so arousing at the same time.” She twisted around trying to look at her bottom. I held up my phone and showed her the photos I’d just taken.

“Wow. That’s fantastic,” she said. “It looks horrible and beautiful at the same time. I think that I actually had an orgasm while you were caning me. I felt it as you gave me the tenth stroke. It was very intense. The pain became a pleasure."

"There's a fine line." Damn, that sounded so corny.

The doorbell rang. Saved by the bell.

The pizza delivery man announced himself on the intercom and I buzzed him in. I went to the front door to collect our food. Sara remained in the living room; I'd half expected her to want to flash the man and expand her experiences further.

I returned to the living room with our food and found Sara sitting somewhat gingerly on a folded towel on the sofa. She’d poured out two glasses of wine. She seemed a little quiet and subdued. Anticipating that she might experience sub drop, a common feeling when endorphins reduce after a high, I asked her if she was OK.

She went from a seemingly low appearance to cheerful in a split second.

“Sorry, I was miles away there. No, I’m fine. I was just thinking about how that cane felt and how I might approach it. Will you let me try it on you?”

“Let’s eat first,” I replied. “If you want to take the reins again you can, once we’ve re-fueled.”

We both ...

... tucked into the pizzas and chatted about more mundane things as we ate. Sara wanted to pop back to her place to pick up some bits and pieces so we agreed to head over there in the morning.

She also asked me about porn. She said that she watched a lot of online videos covering a wide range of genres. I confessed that I enjoyed some videos but preferred reading stories as I find they stimulate the imagination more. She said that she struggled to imagine many scenarios without practical experience. I reassured her that I was happy to help her gain whatever practical experience I could. She smiled deeply at this.

Once we had finished eating we relaxed and enjoyed the wine. Sara asked if I could put some porn on the TV. I logged into the Internet viewer, found the site she requested, and handed her the controller. She quickly navigated to the edging category and, as we watched together, asked me,

“What do you like about being edged?”

“It’s mainly the anticipation,” I replied. “The desire to have an orgasm gets stronger and stronger and you don’t know when, or whether, you will be granted release. I’m sure it's the same for you though?”

“Yes, it is. The desire to have an orgasm can be almost overwhelming and when you actually do cum it can be so intense. It was lovely holding back for you this week, but I’ve never been edged constantly for long. The breaks from morning to evening allowed me to calm down physically, I just felt horny all the time. The anticipation of ...