I just let this one flow, I have to admit I don't know where it is going and this is all there is so far. I am not into the humiliation and pain side of BDSM, and have not written anything else touching the subject. I suspect this is not worth continuing but I will take advice...
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I felt a little nervous I have to admit. I had been talking with a woman I had never met for some months over the internet and after a lot of toing and froing we had decided to meet up. Our conversations had ranged from day to day activities to intimate sexual fantasies, detailing lusts and desires, some of which had been deeply secret and never spoken of before.
In both our cases it seemed an urgency had developed where we needed to explore these desires in the flesh, an overwhelming longing to feel each others bodies in the closest possible way, to taste the nectar from each others loins and find release from hidden frustrations by allowing them to rise to the surface and explode, within the dark privacy of an illicit coupling.
I had a cottage deep in the countryside and Mira had agreed to fly to me. The thought of flying to another country for the sole purpose of sexual gratification aroused both of us. It made the whole thing more exotic and determined. This was not a case of a quickie with somebody in a nightclub or a local affair, constantly in danger of being discovered by a neighbour but more of a sexual adventure, an odyssey into an orgasmic existence, a dimension you could step into to, away from the real world and submerge yourself in pure unadulterated sexual fantasy.
I had seen pictures of her, intimate, revealing pictures. Pictures of her in all sorts of poses and places. Pictures of her carrying out set sexual challenges set by me, I felt I was prepared for her. When she came through the airport exit gate I caught my breath. She had smooth ivory pale skin, deep red hair and blue eyes which although clear in the pictures shone in real life. She was gorgeous. She wore clothes for travel, just a pair of jeans and T-shirt but her full breasts almost greeted me themselves in anticipation. We said nothing, she walked right up to me, stepped into my arms and we kissed passionately our bodies pressed hard against each other. My cock was already erect and she knew it, pressing harder against it.
From there I took her bags and led her to my car. There was already an electric charge in the air and I sensed we both walked as if on a cushion of air. There was always the risk of on meeting, the heightened expectations from our time in the cyber world, would come crashing down. I knew what she really wanted and had planned a special introduction to our new relationship. I knew what I was going to do to her before I let her explore me. The anticipation had my cock hard for virtually the entire two hour drive. We talked, stopped for a meal and generally behaved with decorum. A temporary state.
