I am typically a shy guy, with very little to say, typically in public.
Since my teenage years, I've enjoyed using my mouth in the sexual department more than not. I'm picky when it comes to my sexual partner. There needs to be some kind of connection. And besides, I like to know what I am getting in too.
One night I decided to join one of those BDSM fetish sites. After filling out my profile, I took a look around my area for what I wanted. The one thing I wanted, to have my face surrounded by some thick thighs and a dripping wet pussy.
In my profile it said, I want my mouth to be used for your pleasure only. No need for reciprocation, I have an oral fixation. Into dirty talk, humiliation, cream pie, squirting, face sitting, and generally just making me your personal pleasure bitch.
I messaged a couple of women, with a minimal response at best. It seemed like my ad and effort was a bust. Until this one woman messaged me. Saying, do you truly have an oral fixation? Guys just say that, but do a bait and switch.
I replied, yes I do have an oral fixation. I'd rather use my mouth more than having sex.
We continued to talk and get to know eachother. In our likes and dislikes. She said, she's not a submissive woman by nature and if that's what you want? That's not her!
I told her, I'm more than happy to be submissive to what she wants. I am true to my word.
The day finally came to where she was ready to meet in person. She said, we'll meet at a local pizza place. Talk to see if we have a connection and if we do click? We can go see a local that's playing across town.
I see her walk in, wearing a sundress that came down just above her knees. Sporting some classy, but come fuck me heels on. That outfit was definitely was to make an impression and she dressed to kill. She is what guys dream and jack off too. Thick in all the right places. You could tell she played some kind of sports when she was younger. Her body was solid and firm. There was only a bit of a jiggle when she walked. We meet for a late lunch/early dinner. There's some light chatter, my heart is racing and my cock is throbbing in my pants. On the outside I was cool and collected. On the inside, that was a different story. I was not paying attention to a word she was saying. All I could think about? What would she look like riding my face and telling me what to do. All I knew, I was in lust with this woman that had a build of a stocky gymnast.
She asked, are you ready to go? I didn't know what to say, thinking? Did I blow it already? Was I supposed to say something or respond differently? Trying to be polite, I said, excuse me? She said, aren't you paying attention to a thing I've been saying? Didn't want to show my hand per se. I replied, I just wanted to make sure I heard you right. Came you please repeat it again?
