This was the first story i wrote however it needed re editing before i could put it on the site, hope you all enjoy it
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I had just ended a serious relationship, it hadn't gone horribly wrong, he just couldn't give me what I needed. My plans were to return to my old ways, a few male friends some who I could visit for casual sex, leaving me plenty of time to do things for myself, no commitments, lots of free time, it was almost heavenly having that freedom again.
One of my male friends, he would tell me stories of all the times he had been a bastard with the women, it made me fantasise endlessly about his hands running over my body, him using my body any way he wanted, teaching me things I had only ever dreamed of doing. I was quite used to popping round to his house for a coffee on an evening whilst he regaled me with tales of the women throwing themselves at him during his day at work. Sometimes I would pop round on a weekend and share a couple of bottles of wine, watch a dvd, with his amusing commentary about the film and the actors.
One weekend evening I had gone to see him, we were discussing some of his past exploits, when he told me to put my drink down and kneel in front of him. I did as I was told immediately, almost in a dream like state, as part of my brain panicked as this huge man took complete control of me, something I had wanted to happen for so long.
He ordered me into His kitchen. He ran His hand across my shoulders, savouring the smooth skin. i shivered at His touch my body aching for Him. Needing Him for so long and now we were here, i was completely at His mercy. His toy to do whatever He wanted.