You’re swiping away sifting through the faces and bios of potential friends or more, then stumble upon someone that you think can make you laugh so you take a chance with a message. “Hi” It’s simple but you’re cute so hopefully that’s enough to intrigue this man. Lucky for you he also finds you cute and you don’t know it yet but is already imagining the sinful things he’ll do to you. He replies with a quirky joke and compliment, not the best but still made ya smile so you indulge the conversation further. This leads to him asking you on a date, it’s been awhile since you’ve had affection so ya figure “why not” and agree to the lunch date. You’re telling yourself nothings gonna happen but you still prep anyway cleaning and moisturizing every inch, shaved, smelling good, cute outfit, hair took an hour. You’re nervous for so many reasons but the main one being you’re letting him pick you up for this date considering all the podcast you listen to but he seems nice, safe enough and at the same time enjoying the thrill. He rolls up in his car, parks and steps out to greet you “my my even prettier in person, you look amazing!” hugs you and proceeds to ask if you’re ready to go. You nod and he opens the door, chivalry isn’t completely dead you think to yourself, you sit in and he closes the door then making his way around to the drivers seat. You take a glance around and appreciate the car is clean, smells nice, no check engine light, nerves are feeling a bit better but still high. He enters the car and looks over with admiring eyes “I appreciate ya coming out with me, let’s go have fun” you smile and agree. It’s fun idle chat on the way to lunch and even more during the date, the place is nice the food is good he picks up the tab, after all he asked You out. “The night is young let’s grab a drink” you’re enjoying yourself, no plans tomorrow and anything to calm the nerves is welcome so you agree. A couple drinks and light trauma dumping later your nerves have started settling, he wants to know what song he should play so you can dance. Thankfully you’ve had enough drinks to cut loose on the floor with him and you’re feeling very comfortable now, something he’s noticed. Playfully he pulls you in to dance closer feeling one another looking deep into one another’s eyes and you can feel how red your cheeks have gotten, enjoying yourself you lean more into it delivering a peck on the lips when the song ends. “Let’s get out of here for a night walk sober up a bit before I take you home” he says, “Actually I was hoping to see your place” you’re not usually so forward but again it’s been awhile and you’ve really enjoyed yourself. “Are you sure this is what you want? I haven’t told you this yet but if this leads where I think it will then you should know about how I treat my partners” you laugh trying to play off your nervousness and ask what you should know. “Firstly I am dominant and will *** you into submission with your consent but I’ll only ask once, your safe word is important so don’t forget it. Now are you sure you want to come over?” You’ve been with so-called doms before so with confidence you tell him you’re sure and proceed to the car. “Well then beautiful, right this way” he takes you by the waist and walk you to the car ever so gently placing you in the car. The ride was short but his hand was firm on your leg the whole way asking you along the way what your hard limits are ensuring you enjoy your experience. You arrive and he insist you wait while he walks around the car to take you by the hand gently pulling you out, you stand and he grabs your chin to pull your lips to his, a long deep kiss, simple but passionate. He leads you in, the aroma is the first thing you notice somehow intoxicating, a spotless home, he stops you and shuts the door behind you, kneeling down he ask for your feet to remove your heels for you. You lift one just high enough to keep balance but find it not a problem after he grabs hold of your leg with one while the others starts removing the heels, placing your foot back down slowly while feeling up to your thigh asking for the other now. He finishes and stands to meet your eyes “welcome to my home, I’m honored to have you as my guest. There are rules here but you will learn them shortly, firstly I need you to do something for me” you ask what is it eagerly.


I’ll finish this story if I’ve peeked enough people’s interest 😜

NSA18 to 80 years ● 25km around USA, Tacoma 21 hours ago

As the city hustled outside, the cozy warmth of the café offered a welcome respite. Jack had arrived early, his anticipation high for this unique blind date. When Elena walked through the door, there was an instant spark, a recognition not of the face but of the aura they each exuded—a simmering curiosity mingled with desire.

Seated across from each other with steaming cups of coffee, their initial small talk quickly peeled away to reveal the real purpose of their meet. Elena's eyes, bold and probing, met Jack's with a challenge. "So," she began, her voice a smooth, enticing drawl, "what's your ultimate fantasy?" Her straightforwardness took Jack by surprise, his heart thumping in response.

Jack leaned in, lowering his voice to match the intimacy of the question. "I've always wanted to fully surrender," he confessed, watching her reaction closely. "To be at the mercy of someone who pushes me to the edge and holds me there."

Elena's smile widened, her interest piqued. "I adore having that control," she replied, her tone suggestive. "To dictate when and how intensely someone experiences pleasure... it's exhilarating."

Their conversation deepened, exploring each other's limits and desires with a candidness that stripped away any pretense. As they delved into kinks and scenarios, the air between them thickened with unspoken promises. The café around them faded into a blur, the world narrowing down to the table that felt more like a confessional.

Finally, Elena set down her empty coffee cup, her decision made. "I think it's time we explore this chemistry further, don't you?" she proposed, standing and offering her hand with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Jack took her hand, his pulse racing as they stepped out into the cool evening air. Their walk was brisk, charged with an electric tension that pulsed through their linked hands. Reaching her apartment, Elena didn’t hesitate, pulling him inside and kicking the door shut with a click that echoed like a starter pistol.

Without words, they found each other's lips, their kisses desperate and consuming. Jack's hands roamed over the curves of her body, each touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both. Elena, assertive and confident, pushed him towards the bedroom, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt as they walked. Fabric whispered to the floor, a trail that spoke of urgent need.

In the bedroom, the world narrowed to the soft glow of lamplight and the heat of their bodies. Elena guided Jack to the bed, her commands whispered against his ear sending shivers down his spine. "Lie down," she instructed, her voice a velvet command. "Let me show you how it feels to be edged beyond reason."

As Jack obeyed, the sight of Elena shedding her own attire was a visual feast. She was magnificent, her body a landscape he was eager to explore. But tonight, he was here to be explored, to be taken to heights he’d only fantasized about.

Elena's approach was methodical, her touches expert as she bound his hands with silk scarves, her every move deliberate. She explored him with hands, lips, and tongue, each contact calculated to draw out the maximum response. Jack was hers to command, and she wielded her power with an artistry that left him breathless, teetering on the brink of explosion.

As she straddled him, Elena controlled the pace, slow and torturous, drawing out his pleasure to an almost unbearable intensity. Her movements were a study in control, bringing him to the edge and then pausing, denying release until his pleas filled the room.

When she finally allowed him climax, it was cataclysmic, waves of pleasure crashing over him in a relentless tide that left him gasping, shaking, and utterly spent. Elena leaned down, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, "Remember this."

In the aftermath, they lay tangled together, the room silent save for their heavy breathing. The connection they had forged was palpable, a bond sealed not just by physical satisfaction but by the deep trust and mutual exploration of their darkest desires.

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