January 2023 – Audio Version

He pushed me against the wall, put a calculated hand on my throat, and kissed me as if my life depended on it. 

All thoughts, reason, or understanding fled my mind. All that mattered was the pressure of his body against mine and the need emanating from his towering frame. 

The evening had been chaste, the friendship new, and the only previous exchange had been weeks ago at a gathering, a single gentle kiss. A warm bear hug greeted me this evening, followed by BBQ under the chilly winter stars. Our conversation was open, and we laughed about little things while licking the sticky Texas BBQ from our fingers. We found a quiet table for margaritas at a local stop. It was here he leaned for a kiss. It was warm and had the slightest taste of Margarita salt. I blushed, still unaccustomed to public kisses. 

More conversation. I remember there was laughter, something about motorcycles and traveling to Scotland. The room began to fill as people sought to escape the frosty night air. He didn’t care and leaned in for another kiss, this time his fingers hooked under my chin, tilting my face to his lips. He took longer this time, savoring the moment. 

“The next kiss will not be so polite,” he whispered as he brought his lips to my ear. He brushed a wisp of hair from my cheek with his other hand. “Just not here in public.” 

I felt my blush race down my neck as my legs squeezed together and my inner goddess crowed in delight. 

We sat quietly together as he drove us to his home. Old Dominion crooning in the background while my heart raced in nervous anticipation. “Deep breath, you’ve got this,” I assured myself.

Slightly wary, I stepped into his home and surveyed my surroundings. His house was simple yet warm and inviting with its open-concept layout. Even in the dim lighting, I noted the home was immaculate. However, these were the last thing I noticed before my back met the wall in the powerful and demanding kiss. My body melted into his desire. 

Without breaking contact, he scooped me into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his powerful body. I was lost in kisses until we reached his bed, where he deftly laid me down. He slipped my shoes from my feet and lifted my dress from my small figure with the skill of an experienced lover. There is such arousal in being undressed by a man who wants you. I lay back, clad only in my ebony Adore Me panties and balconette, watching as he removed his shirt and belt. I don’t think he noticed my body shiver in delight when the cusp of his belt brushed against my naked leg.

He leaned over me: kisses, fingers in my hair, the breath stolen from my lungs at his raw power. Then, lifting me into a sitting position, he unclasped my bra in a fluid moment. My porcelain breasts felt warm in his masterful hands, and my nipples perked as he brushed a callused thumb over them. His kisses ran down the length of my body. My back arched, and I barely realized he had slipped my panties down my hips. 

My nerves started getting the better of me, and my body quaked ever so slightly in his arms. Not in fear of him but more concerned if this was the right moment. What if I was terrible at it? Would I please him? Would there be negative fallout because of our time together? Was I going too fast tonight? My mind raced as his body explored. 

“Why are you trembling?” He murmured, his lips lightly lifting from my skin.

“Are you sure this is okay? This isn’t too much…too fast?” I whispered back. 

He chuckled, “It’s all okay, I promise.” He leaned over me again, and his hand found my chin as he gently and tenderly kissed me. 

I have sat for hours trying to find the words to describe the utter power and honor it is to have a dominant man on his knees, his face buried between my legs. I felt majestic as his tongue swirled and explored the folds of my goddess. Offering worship with his mouth as only a master lover can give. 

I gave into my body in moments as he quickly brought me to my first orgasm. Fire raced through my veins and exploded out of my mouth in a cry of utter rapture. I clasped my hand to my mouth to quiet myself, only to have him pull my arm away. 

“No one can hear you out here,” he said, lifting his face between my legs. “You are free to scream here, and I intend that you do!” He growled. 

And scream I did as I lay sprawled naked across his bedspread. I clutched the covers as my body rocked and spasmed. Wave after wave, his tongue never faltered as my orgasms coursed through me. My body no longer belonged to me; I was his to command.

I shook and gasped for breath as my latest orgasm dissipated. My eyes closed in ecstasy, and I slowly began to relax. I felt the bed move and the warmth of his body next to me as he lay beside me. A faint buzzing reached my ears, but as my body shivered from the release of my last orgasm, I did not register the implications. Then, without warning, another orgasm shot through my body. My entire body screamed in instant pleasure. A vibrator had been expertly placed on my eager clitoris. I thrashed, lost in the indescribable feeling, my mind numb at my forced orgasm. Never before have I had an orgasm with little to no build-up, this one taking me by mind-numbing demand. Finally, I tapped the bed, desperate for a breath and a chance to catch my breath. He consented, and I curled on my side, moaning with delectation. 

He was far from finished with me and, as he kissed me, placed the rosebud back on my needy clitoris. I clung to him as if a lifeline, entirely at his mercy. Unrelenting in his giving, he held me tightly in his arms as I tried not to claw him as the powerful orgasms threatened to rip me apart in pleasurable agony. I could feel the results of my orgasms coating my thighs as I came in an unrelenting string of orgasms. 

I don’t know when he released me. My mind registered the sound of tearing foil, and I realized I had not taken his pleasure in mind. I tried to sit up and protest but found my legs refused to stop trembling. I lay back. My mind was still dizzy in a post-orgasm fog. 

I felt his weight above me as he positioned himself between my quivering legs. I welcomed his penetration, and I eagerly pulled him deeper into me. A moan escaped my lips as he entered me, and my inner goddess reveled in satisfaction, at last receiving her prize. My legs tried to wrap around his body while my arms drew him into my embrace. Carefully, he moved within me, checking to ensure he was not causing pain, but I was euphoric. 

Reading my body, feeling my need, he began to move faster. I barely had time to moan, “I’m coming!” Before I orgasmed around his body, my fingers clawing the bedsheets as he picked up speed. He grabbed my legs and pushed them to my ears, causing his bulbous head to press directly against my g-spot. A different but just as powerful orgasm raked my body as he continued his powerful tirade.

With careful forcefulness, he withdrew. “Ride me.” He growled. I complied, eager for a chance to give him pleasure and a view of my heavy breasts in the soft lamplight. I positioned myself over him, slowly, teasingly lowering myself onto his length until once more he filled him. I sighed in pleasure. I loved feeling his calloused hands caress my breasts, feeling their fullness in his mighty hands. 

Using my thighs, I began to ride him. Undulating, slowly building speed as I used my muscles to squeeze him, I thrilled at the sound of his moans. His hands continued to caress my body, running up and down my curves. I felt like a goddess beneath his touch. I reached back and caressed his balls, thrilled at the size and weight in my hand. In a prime position, his thumb found my clitoris, causing my body to erupt once more beneath his skillful touch. I trembled as the orgasm receded, and I sought to catch my breath. 

Bending his knees, he grasped my hips in each hand, taking control. I gasped as I felt yet another orgasm building within my very soul. I could not stop myself. He controlled my body. I buried my face, screaming into his broad chest as my body answered his call, and I had been transported beyond this world. 

We took turns on who controlled our movements and took time for slow kisses. We enjoyed the experience. We had nowhere to go and no responsibilities. Only our naked bodies, intertwined in the heavenly embrace of the most profound intimacy, existed. I continued to flow and undulate above him, moving to an unseen melody, his pleasure my only thought. 

He pulled me down for another prolonged kiss, only to flip me on my back without our lips breaking contact. I couldn’t help but giggle in delight at this unexpected twist of positions. With another swift move, he masterfully flicked me onto my stomach. I gasped. Nothing is more intoxicating and guaranteed to turn me on than to be manhandled into positions. 

With deliberate focus, he placed his rough hands on my hips and lifted my hips into the air for his pleasure. Again, I felt weightless in his presence. This time, he penetrated me swiftly and forcefully. I buried my face into the bedsheets, moaning in unmitigated rapture—my inner goddess was in her seventh heaven of sheer delight. I loved the feeling of his body slamming into mine. 

Pushing me flat onto my stomach, I felt the change come over him. This feeling is the moment I crave with any man. When the man’s movements are no longer about my pleasure but his, each move is calculated for his growing orgasm. I live for this intimacy. First, he groaned and panted above me. I clutched the bed, and my body thrilled as I felt his body gaining momentum every second. Then, he began to move faster and faster. I loved the anticipation of his orgasm and was careful to move in time with his powerful thrusts, wanting the ascension to build and last. 

My inner goddess crowed in delight. A man’s orgasm is one of my favorite moments, the apex of ultimate pleasure. “Come for me!” My goddess roared while I felt the crescendo of my next orgasm cresting in time with the forceful explosion of his orgasm. The feeling was indescribable. We panted, trying to catch our breath. His weight above me pressed me into the soft folds of the bed as together our bodies and orgasms slowly wained. 

I sighed in absolute bliss. It had been so long since I had last enjoyed the pleasure in a man’s body. My entire body craved the intense intimacy found only in sex. Finally, I completely collapsed, my grateful body weary. 

“Come here.” He said, pulling me into his chest as he lay back against the pillow. I burrowed my face into his chest’s warmth, feeling his strength wash over me. To my dismay, silent tears began to flow down my cheeks. I reproached myself, “No one wants a girl who cries after sex!” I tried to pull myself back together, but it was too late. He felt my hot tears coursing down his arm. 

“Why are you crying?” His voice was full of concern. 

“It’s just been so long since I’ve laid in someone’s arms.” I sniffled. 

I couldn’t see his face, but I believe he smiled as he pulled me deeper into the strength of his protective embrace. I felt small and secure, yet another moment where I could relinquish all control. Slowly, he stroked and caressed my skin as he held me tightly to his chest. I traced his skin as I closed my eyes. A soothing presence enveloped me, and the stress I had stored in my body over time melted away. 

I do not know how long I laid there, clasped to his chest, sleeping peacefully. I did not feel him pull the sheet across my naked body. All I knew was I was safe. 

Out of nowhere, a dog barked, startling me from my accidental slumber. Utterly embarrassed to have fallen asleep, I tried to rise. 

“Shh, shh…you’re safe.” He crooned. “It was just a passing truck. Go back to sleep.”

My mind felt thick, and my body was weary after many orgasms. It took me a moment to remember where I was. My inner goddess and body begged me to go back to sleep and enjoy the comfort of the naked man in whose arms I lay. But, slowly, reason and responsibilities returned. Much as I wanted to, I knew it was not my place, and with one more lingering kiss, I rose, leaving the warmth of his body and bed.  

I stood up to search for my clothes. But, instead, I discovered them delicately on the settee next to his bed. I was astonished and delighted that he had deftly laid my clothes out despite the passion. It was one of the sweetest gestures a man has done. We slowly dressed, and I could not help feeling impish delight knowing he was watching me from across the room. 

We left the bedroom, and at the door, he helped me into my coat. I quickly realized it was more than an act of gentlemanly concern on my behalf. 

“One for the road.” He growled as he once more pushed me against the wall that had begun the whole affair two hours earlier. The kiss lasted a long time, and I wrapped my leg around him. Then, finally, he released me. 

“How am I supposed to leave after a kiss like that?” I wailed. 

“Guess you will just have to wait for next time.” He responded, his voice full of promise and dark intention.