Tell Me

“Tell me”

“Tell you what?” I asked him

“What was your favorite moment?”

I took a moment to remember yesterday when I had visited his home for the first time. I knew I was nervous and could hear myself giggle as a result of it. Putting his key into the lock while holding my hand I rested my head against his strong arm taking a deep breath as I tried to relax.

I knew what would happen on the other side of that door. It was something I had been wanting since I met him.

I had been craving him since I met him. His touch. His strength. His warmth. I felt safe and trusted him enough to take that step.

The way he could so easily arouse me unlike anyone else I had known. With just a few simple words to me I would feel the liquid heat rush into my cunt. Whenever he lightly stroked his finger down my cleavage I could feel my body begin to shudder in anticipation of wanting more.

Then he would kiss me. That first time took me by surprise. Having only just met I had no idea he was interested in me but I would come to learn that he had a remarkable skill when it came to kissing. It would be something I would remember the most when I was alone.

I thought back to all we did that day together. The day that I put my trust into him and let myself experience the pleasure I had been craving since we met. I would walk out of there with him that day wanting to repeat that over and over and have him take me to new levels I had never been.

He asked me again. “Tell me”

I thought back reliving all that we had done together. Feeling my body once again instantly come alive. How do I choose one thing I thought. How can I decide that and then one thing stood out to me. The one thing that made me think to myself at that moment that day “This is going to be unlike anything I’ve experienced so far in my life.” Yet it was something so simple he did.

I remembered so clearly how I had pushed my nerves aside and allowed myself to feel relaxing and letting him take me to new heights. Taking that submissive role I had always wanted. Still fully clothed he pushed me face down on his luxurious king sized bed and held my arms above my head with one hand. He knew what that would do to me. How much I craved to be dominated and held down in bed.

Pushing my sweater up my back he began to kiss his way downward ordering me not to move. No matter how hard I tried I was unable to obey him as I couldn’t keep my body from its natural urge to move and squirm. The heat building in me while he continued his torture. I moaned and begged but he didn’t stop. He reached the waistband of my jeans and instead of turning me over to remove them as I expected he roughly yanked them down my ass and continued his way lower.

Just when I felt I could not hold still any longer he did what I so desperately wanted turning me over and removing my jeans and panties leaving me bare from the waist down to him. I stared up at him as he began to unbutton my sweater waiting for the moment I would be completely bare to him. But he stopped midway down reaching inside my sweater yanking my bra down to expose my tits, finally touching what he had seen in all those photos.

Working his way down my body once again it was that first touch of his tongue on my clit that made me unable to keep from moaning again. As I laid there spread out in that luxurious bed of his I was in ecstasy feeling all that he was doing to me. I could not hold my body still as he ordered me and I reached down gripping his hands to anchor myself.

Looking down at him between my legs I saw myself in disarray. My sweater hanging open and my tits hanging out of my bra. At that moment I felt like the slut I desired to be. I was your slut. I would be your slut for hours to come.

That was my favorite moment and I finally told him.