My first attempt writing from a male perspective. It was fun! I hope you enjoy it.
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I bring my car to a screeching stop outside the park entrance. It's past midnight, and I'm a few minutes late due to an issue at home I had to deal with, though I sped to get here as fast as I could. I'm meeting a sub I've been chatting with online for almost half a year and don't want to keep her waiting because I know she'd worry. She's had a fantasy that we'd meet in a forest, so I chose this large park with secluded areas where no one should see or bother us.
I glance around and don't see her. I have a moment's doubt - maybe she won't come. She might be too nervous or scared. But she wants it so badly I think she'll be here. In fact I'm sure of it.
I think about why I'm here. I've met with others before, but she's different. Even though she's close to 15 years older than I am, she seems young at heart, innocent in a way, never having experienced much sexually in real life with a man. She doesn't see her own sexual needs worthy of being met, but I do and want to give myself to her tonight and tenderly care for her, to pleasure her and meet her needs as no man has. But I'm not entirely altruistic: I'm excited about the ways I know she'll please me too. We'll give ourselves to each other.
I brush my beard and then my hair, which reaches past my shoulders. I want it to feel good beneath her fingers when she touches it. She's told me many times while looking at my pictures how much she'd like to touch my beard and run her fingers through my hair.
I look down at what I'm wearing. I'm dressed all in black. I have a black t-shirt under a black sports coat and black jeans with black leather boots. I smooth out my jacket. Everything looks in place. It's a warm night, so I'll probably be taking things off soon because of the heat, but also because, god, I want to be naked with her.
As I pick up the bag of toys I chose for this occasion a movement catches the corner of my eye. I look up to see a dim light gleaming from the bushes. It looks like light from a phone. Could that be her? A small form begins to emerge from the shrubs cautiously, still staying in the shadows. It must be her.
She pokes her head out. She's biting her lip nervously and glancing down at the ground. Then she lifts her head and takes a determined step closer to the car.
I get out of my car quickly so she'll see me and not be worried and will know she's safe. She runs to me.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. "Oh, little one, it's good to meet you."
"It's good to meet you too, Sir," she says with a barely audible voice. I feel her trembling.
"Are you cold, little one?"
"No, Sir, I'm just so happy to be with you."
Her voice catches, and I wonder if she's going to cry.
I lay my hand on her back and hold her possessively. I hear her let out a big sigh and feel her body relax against me, molding her shape to mine.
"You're my fucking slut tonight, little one, and I want you to listen carefully to what I want you to do."
"Yes, Sir, I'll do anything for you," I hear her say shyly and submissively, but with eagerness in her quiet voice.
"Come with me, little one," I say grabbing her small hand in my large one and pulling her gently along the pathway beside me.
It's dark beneath the Douglas fir and cedar trees except for the brightness of the full moon in the clear sky which shines through the branches, casting patches of light and brightly illuminating the clearings we pass through, putting into sharp contrast the dark shadows. I hear rustling in the undergrowth as we walk by. An owl screeches from high in a tree.
We pass through several clearings then walk off the path a ways until we reach the one I'm looking for. The forest floor is covered in large sword ferns. There's a huge fallen log on the ground. Two small beautifully flowering trees stand to the left side of the clearing.
We stop, and, standing in front of her, I lay my hands on her shoulders, looking deeply and intently into her eyes. She looks up at me with longing. I cradle her face gently in my hands, my heart full of desire to care for my little one, to show her pleasure as she's never felt it, to taste her and eat her and fuck her and give her orgasm after orgasm.
"Do you trust me, little one?"
"With my whole heart, Sir."
"Please take off your dress, but leave your panties and bra on."
"Yes, Sir."
She reaches down and pulls her dress up and over her head. I feel my cock beginning to stir as I see her small body.
I want to attack and devour her, right now, but I hold back, wanting to enjoy the tension, wanting our desire and passion for each other to build higher and higher, holding back until we can't hold back any longer.
First I want to see her dance. Dance in the forest, joyous and free.
She's wearing a sheer black bra and lace undies. I can see her nipples through the cloth of her bra. They are hard and erect, and I want to lick them and tease them and bite them, but I hold back, for the most part. A little teasing won't hurt.
I bend over and put my warm, wet mouth over her right nipple, gently sucking it. She moans and grabs the back of my head, pulling it tightly against her tits. I nip her nipple briefly before reluctantly letting go.
"Dance for me, little one. Show me your desire and joy."
"Yes, Sir, I'll dance for you."
She dances for me in the moonlight, her body swaying, her hips moving in circles and figure eights, her hands sometimes touching her vulva and breasts, sometimes rubbing her clit rhythmically, sometimes squeezing her delicious ass, or pinching her engorged nipples.
"Are you wet, little one?"
She again reaches her hand down to her pussy, rubbing it as she pulses her hips, sliding a finger beneath her undies into her vagina, pushing as she gyrates her hips. She keeps swaying as she holds up her finger proudly and it shines in the moonlight. "Yes, Sir, your slut is very wet." She puts her finger in her mouth, tasting the juices of her arousal saying, "Mmm. So delicious."
She spins slowly around, her arms in the air, gliding through the clearing gracefully, sensually, coming closer to me. She rubs her body against mine, barely touching me. My cock tingles and gets harder.
She bends over, sticking her ass out, and grinds it against my cock. Back and forth her ass rubs against my shaft as her hips and body sway seductively from side to side, her long hair hanging down covering her face, her throat making needy sounds... Mmm... Ohhh... Ahhh... Sir...
Oh, fuck, my cock is hard and it feels so good for her to grind her ass against it, but my pants are too tight, so I unbutton and unzip them. Then I reach for her and grab her shoulders, turning her around and roughly pulling her to me. I put my arms around her and begin swaying with her, our hips pressed tightly together as if held by glue. We're gently moving our bodies side to side, so close, feeling our heat, our heartbeats, our own internal rhythm, moving as one, melting into each other.
"Oh, god, please take me, Sir. I want to be yours so badly," she begs.
I want her, too, right now, but with tremendous willpower, I hold myself back. "Mmm little one, you're delicious. I want you, to eat you, to devour you, but first we must play more. I've got special plans for you."
"Thank you, Sir. I'm so grateful for you."
She reaches up and pets my beard, then she runs her fingers through my hair. "Mmm. You're gorgeous. Your hair feels so soft, so good." I thrill at her touch.
She traces her fingers on my lips, the aphrodisial scent of sweet pussy juice still clinging to her hand. "Ah, I finally get to meet these sweet lips which I've hungered for for so long," she says longingly.
I bend over and give her a deep kiss, gently probing her tongue with mine, then pushing it in more insistently, pushing hard and fast, as if I'm fucking her mouth with my tongue.
She moans and gasps for air, begging me, "More, please. Please don't stop, Sir."
We lock lips again. Oh, god, oh, god, she tastes so good. I want to fuck her. I need to fuck her.
I move my mouth down her neck. Mmm. She's so soft, so delicate. I start sucking on her neck.
She whimpers. I feel her pulse beneath my lips. I suck harder on her tender skin, leaving a mark there, marking her as my own for all to see. Mmm. I move my mouth up to her ear, kissing it gently, nibbling her ear lobe, breathing in her ear and whispering, "You're such a good slut, little one."
She moans. "Thank you, Sir. I long to please you."
"You do please me, little one, very much."
I unwrap myself from her, letting go of her, but she keeps her hand on my arm, trying desperately not to lose physical contact with me.
"Just a minute, little one. I'll be right back," I say as I walk over to grab my bag of toys. Fuck, she excites me. I take a moment to calm myself as I look through my bag, breathing in and out through my nose, slowly and deeply.
After finding what I need, I walk back towards her. I smile as I see her sitting down on the log submissively waiting for my directions.
One reason I chose this clearing is because of the two small trees. They are beautiful and their flowers perfume the air with their heady scent. But most importantly, they stand at a perfect distance apart to tie her up.
