I met her at a local book club. Sometimes being a heavy reader pays off. She was exactly my type, physically speaking. Her deep brown hair was cut short in bangs around her face. Her body was petite but curvy. She wasn't skinny or thick, but more a happy medium, with perky round tits that didn't steal the gaze but were clearly present. Her pouty red lips formed a generous smile that spread infectiously across her face, leaving a dark circle under her lip. It was intoxicating. But the real stars of the show, were her eyes. Deep steely blue eyes that stared into your soul. Penetrating you. Invading you. They were what really hooked me.
We really hit it off. She even lived nearby my area. We got to talking about kinks and I openly told her my desire to be dominated by the women I find attractive. I have learnt by now not to keep that a secret from my would-be partners because it just leads to frustration if they don't know how to work with it. She confessed that she had never been with anyone who was into it, but she had always wanted to try it out. We met up a few nights later, and after a lovely dinner, we found our way back to my flat in a hurry.
She seemed a bit nervous at first, but I reassured her that I would make it clear if anything crossed the line so all she had to do was be creative and have some fun with it. Once she was on top of me, she found a confidence she never knew she had. Her body pressing down on me, pinning me to the bed. It was the first time she had felt this much control. To be in a position of power over a man she knew could easily topple her. She had always known sex as submission. Being held against a mattress by powerful arms and fucked hard. Taken. It was totally surreal being the one on top. Not just on top in the riding sense: prone over some hard dick, cowgirl or reverse. No, this was unexplored territory. A man she wanted, who she knew wanted her, was willingly submitting to her. She felt strong, vibrant, but most importantly, in charge.
She stared down at my face, her hands pressed against my shoulders. Her eyes burning into mine as she repositioned herself, moving her hands to a bind around my neck. This was a position I was all too accustomed to, but it never grew stale. She breathed hot onto my face as she gently squeezed my neck and pushed her hips against me. Her small frame keeping me at bay, holding me down. I wanted her to kiss me.
She leaned in as if to grant my wish, but she stopped just short of my lips. Instead of a kiss, she licked my lips. Her hot tongue tracking its way across them and leaving a sticky trail. I kept my lips shut as she pressed her tongue between them, slowly parting them.
"open your mouth" I didn't need to be told twice, and my lips parted as her tongue swept inside. Swirling into my mouth, dancing on my tongue and then, she kissed me. Her lips pressing hard against me as she bore her tongue down against mine.
As we kissed, her warm body pressing me down into the cool sheets, I could only imagine what was going on in her mind. What ideas she was having for taking advantage of this situation. She broke the kiss and smiled at me. Her fingers moved away from my neck and down my body. They slid between us and out of view. She moaned and I knew where they were, but even if that didn't tip me off, the glisten they had when she pulled her hand back up made it clear. I didn't have long to admire them though, as she pressed them into my mouth. Her middle and index finger, slick with her fluids, slid eagerly into my lips and I began to suck.