I had been corresponding with a woman I met online for some time. We’d exchanged emails, each one hotter, darker and more intriguing than the last. They were so erotic, that I could feel the heat they generated run thru my body and the ensuing inferno was keeping me awake at night.
All I needed to do was imagine a line or a reference that the woman, Tawny had made and my cock would spring to life faster than a red convertible could fly down the highway.
I wanted to meet and yes, fuck my fantasy woman but she always put me off. I thought it might be that the things she had revealed to me about herself were lies, hell; I knew I had stretched the truth a bit or maybe it was due to outside constraints, like work or family obligations.
I had it bad for her, I’d even gone so far as to call her from home a few times and have phone sex. Once I’d even called her from my cell phone late at night from the middle of my backyard; while I jacked off to the sound of her voice, as she whispered an x rated story into my ear.
Shit, my neighbors could have gotten an eyeful and it didn’t seem to matter, it only made me want her more. Tawny admitted that she was into control, she wanted to Domme me, use restraints and even use toys on me. Hell, nothing she suggested cooled me off.
One afternoon I received an email from her, which I mistakenly assumed was only another erotic story to keep my desire running at a fevered pitch. Damn, if I knew then what I’m aware of now, I wonder if I’d had the strength to delete the message unread or if the call of her womanly charms would reach out to me over cyber space and sway me against my better judgment.
Some would say that this is just another work of fiction, while others would claim that it was fact.
I’ll let you decide for yourself.
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As I read this particular email, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was an invitation, to meet at her apartment on Saturday, a mere 3 days away. I was on vacation; no formal plans so time wouldn’t be a problem. I just needed to keep myself busy, since I knew that waiting around for something tended to make time drag slower than school on a warm spring day. I felt like a kid waiting for recess, all impatience and breathless expectations.
But the day finally dawned. She had been explicit with her instructions; I had memorized them after reading the email only about a hundred times.
I arrived at the appointed time, parked my Harley ‘Fatboy’ into the side lot and walked slowly toward the apartment building, while the cool evening air caressed my cheeks; cooling them off slightly.
Sultry, sexy music wafted through the closed door. I knocked softly, then over coming my natural hesitation, more forcefully. The door opened and she pulled me inside, roughly. The brightly lit tapers scattered throughout the tastefully decorated apartment were the only illumination. The spicy, pungent aroma of incense hit my nostrils but it couldn’t disguise the scent the woman in front of me. It was a sensory overload.
I stared at her: I couldn’t help myself. Tawny wasn’t pretty in the everyday, ordinary sense; she was something more. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and luminous green eyes and luscious curves that went on and on. From her full breasts, peaking out at me over the top of her black satin robe, to her scarlet painted toes she was any man’s fantasy come to life.
Her hands skimmed over me, caressingly as though assuring herself of my presence. She pulled off my leather jacket and tossed it casually aside. I knew she was all ready in full Domme mode, asserting her authority, taking control and I let her, wanting to see what she had planned. She craved control, something her emails hinted at, seductively. I wasn’t too sure about the whole Domme thing, I was curious but that was the extent of it.
Tawny pushed me back until my spine was plastered against the wooden door while she pressed those twin globes of firm fun against my torso, rubbing them back & forth over me erotically.
She began kissing me, softly then more passionately as if she sensed my complete capitulation to her every whim. I felt her hands working to open her robe and was rewarded with her naked breasts just waiting to be caressed. She nibbled on my lower lip, causing minute measures of pleasure as well as pain. I moved my hands and began to massage over every inch of those delectable tits. I tweaked a pink nipple, making it bloom a rosy hue while she ran her hands over my still covered cock gently, lovingly making me ache even more.
She stepped back and I watched hungrily as she ran her fingers along the seam of her closely cropped pussy, removing the excess juices. She raised her digits and fed her cum to me, one finger at a time. Then kissed me, deeply tasting her self from my mouth.
"Very nice. You are so very obedient now, greet me properly," she instructed.
I dropped to my knees and kissed the soft silken interior of her thighs, then licked over the flesh hungrily. She parted them slightly, encouraging my attention elsewhere. I kissed the full lower lips while sucking on them, increasing her pleasure. My tongue rimmed the seam, tasting the honey that escaped, my voracious mouth was soon attached - sucking lustily on her clit, sucking up as much cum as I could, since I didn’t expect her passivity to last much longer.
"You are so very greedy. I’m hungry for you, too," she complained as she leaned down and kissed me fully on the mouth. Her breasts were bare, tantalizingly free as she pulled me to my feet and led me willingly to the bathroom.
