I would like to enclose that this story is completely fictional. All fictional characters are over the age of 18, and nothing that happened in this story occurred in real life, nor exploited any person/persons.
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It started off like this a lot. Me tied to the head rest of his bead spread eagle and exposed to the world... but only in my dreams.
My friends were always very open about their sex lives with me, but I could never return the favor as my sex life was nonexistent, at least anymore it was. I was in a committed relationship with a guy for a long time but when we broke up a few years ago I never got back in the game. I wanted to have a relationship again but nobody ever seemed good enough and if so, then they weren't interested in me. I needed a guy to take control, which is exactly what happened...
Most nights I wouldn't dream, but every now and then I would get the most intense dream about sleeping with some man. I never know who he is but I am assuming that he is a friend of mine that my mind just doesn't want to reveal my feelings for... but that is just one theory.
Anyways, it was about 9 in the morning when I woke up and very disappointed because I had had a wonderful dream about my masked man. He had me tied up spread eagle to his bed posts. I could feel his rough callused fingers sweep up my stomach and between my breasts until he cupped my chin in his hands and kissed me softly. Then the mood changed and he would become rougher (which I won't lie, turned me on... a LOT). He would kiss me harder and start to squeeze my tits in his hands rolling my nipples in between his fingers. I would arch my back at his beautiful assault and moan softly as his mouth left mine and traveled down my neck. His mouth would take the place of his fingers while they traveled farther down and traced around my wet puffy lips. I would start to breathe heavier and stronger which he would take as a cue to keep going. Eventually after rummaging my body with his hands and talented tongue, he would come back up to me and position himself right outside my opening. I could feel the pressure from his cock against my opening and my breathing started to get drastically choppy as my anxiousness and anticipation increased. But to my disappointment I would look up and see my white ceiling and the slow churning of my fan, with no masked man, no restraints, and no pleasure... I had woken up... again.
I laid there for about a half an hour pleasuring myself from the dream and wondering why it had even turned me on. I came to the conclusion that it was because of control. Something about a man knowing what he wants and taking it from me is just about one of the hottest things to me.
After crawling out of bed disappointed that my dream had ended so inconveniently, I got ready for my day which consisted of work, dinner, and meeting up with an old friend for a movie date.
Work was painfully slow as always and I couldn't get home quick enough. I snatched up a snack from home and headed out the door as not to be late for my movie date with Damian. When I arrived at the cinema he was standing there underneath the blinking sign holding our tickets and popcorn. I hadn't seen him in ages but he looked handsome as ever. He stood tall with thick dark hair, a leather jacket and jeans. I smiled at him and started walking towards him and he smiled and met me halfway. He leaned in for a hug and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed and stepped back gesturing for him to walk ahead of me inside. While following him in though, I could hear all of the tips and stories in my head that my girlfriends had told me over the years about what to do and stuff. I hadn't planned on this being a real date, but seeing him made me want it, so I was going to go for it. If all else failed I wouldn't see him for another couple years anyways... right?
We talked about our lives during previews. He told me he was engaged but then called it off because his fiancΓ© ran off with his brother, and he told me that he was looking for a clean slate in a new city. I nodded hoping he didn't mean he would be moving here because that would definitely put a damper on my never-seeing-him-again plan. I told him that I recently got promoted to a managerial job and that I made some new friends. I thought of what they could say if they saw me right now, not even flirting with this attractive guy sitting right next to me.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Oh nothing," I shook my head.
"No something." He retorted. "What's wrong with your new friends?"
I shook my head again. "They just... they would get a kick out of this."
He looked at me with questioning eyebrows.
"I haven't really been in a relationship for a really long time, not that this is a date or anything, but they would make a big deal out of this."
He nodded, "I assume not a good 'big deal?'"
"Well I think they believe that I am their little baby gosling or something. They just kind of treat me like I don't understand anything just because I haven't dated in so long. They think I'm kind of dumb when it comes to relationships and... guys." My words got softer as I spoke.
He nodded at me and then shook his head as if arguing with himself. "I think that you are adult enough to not need a baby sitter or 'mother hens' whispering in your ear. Follow your gut, your heart, and do what you want."
I nodded and then decided to try and lighten the mood. "You practice these motivational speeches in the mirror before you take a girl to the movies?" I nudged his arm smiling and then the lights dimmed telling us the movie was about to begin. He just shook his head and laughed.
The movie was terribly boring and I kept looking at my watch to see how much was left, but we were only 20 minutes in.
Damian leaned over, "Got another date to run off to?"
"Sorry," I said blushing. "This movie is just very... slow." I paused. "A date huh?"
I could barely see him smile, "Yeah a date." He said, almost sounding as if he were telling himself this for the first time. "And I agree... but I guess we just have to find something to occupy our time."
I didn't quite know what he meant, but then I felt his hand skim across my jeans and rest on my knee. It was weird at first because I didn't quite understand what he was doing. Then his hand started to slide up my leg and he whispered, "are you nervous yet?" He smirked the most mischievous little kid grin as I realized he was 'playing' that game from middle school where a guy slides his hand up a girls leg until she tells him she is too nervous for him to keep going.