It was our one year anniversary and what an amazing year it had been. I couldn't believe I had found such a perfect man. He was beautiful yet rugged. He always dressed so nice, took such good care of himself. He was 15 years older than me which turned me on so much. I guess it was that he seemed so strong, and I always felt so protected around him. I was so in love with all the little things he did. He walked with such confidence; he had that swagger that was just so irresistible. I loved the laugh lines around his eyes; they made him look so wise. He'd call me darling, and sugar which made me melt! He was a man where everyone else I had ever dated was a boy and plus, he had the biggest cock I'd ever had inside me. It wasn't all just that that kept me addicted to him. He knew what a freak I was. I didn't really even have to tell him much, he just figured it out. By the second time we'd slept together we knew how kinky each of us really was. When I began to feel more open to him we were able to really live our fantasies out on each other.
You can do a whole lot in a year when there was really nothing holding you back. There had been several firsts for me during that time. He helped me to get pass the first couple of orgasms when he was licking and sucking on my clit so I could enjoy more before pushing his head away. The only way he could do that was to tie my hands up. I finally was able to do it without being tied up, although every now and then I'd slip up and try to push his head back, he'd order me to put my hands above my head, which would turn me on even more. It was a lesson learned well. After getting over that peak I had the most amazing orgasms I'd ever experienced. He also taught me how to squirt. He didn't really teach me, he just did it to me. I'd lay on my back after he had spent hours with his head buried in my pussy and then he'd sit right beside me and put his middle and ring finger in my swollen and slippery pussy and just start moving them up and down on my g-spot and after about 10 seconds juices started gushing out of me, my whole body froze and I had the most amazing orgasm. My eyes rolled up in the back of my head and I grabbed his hand and squeezed, oh my god, I can feel it right now. He even did that to me when I was at work. He bent me over the couch in the waiting area when everyone was out to lunch and made me squirt doggy style. The juices poured out of my pussy and ran down both sides of my legs and made a big puddle on the tile floor. Another time he made me squirt while he was fucking me. He had my knees pushed up beside my head and was fucking me fast and deep. Before I could even realize I felt it dripping off my ass. Nothing I have ever experienced felt that good. I was so lucky to have him. After experiencing all that with him, I could never let him go, I was his and he was there to make me cum.
We were sitting in the nicest restaurant in town. I drank a little too much wine; I was so nervous and excited. I knew he was planning something but what would it be? As he asked for the check my heart started racing. Was he gonna take me in the bathroom and fuck me there? Would he wait and take me out in the alley and act like he was a stranger and rape me? Oh my god I was getting so wet, so horny from the curiosity and anticipation. He opened the car door and I slid inside. When he got in he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a black blindfold and handed it to me to put on. After a few minutes he told me to undress and I slipped out of the black dress and tossed it in the back. It was very chilly and my nipples stood out hard, chill bumps rose all over my body. I felt so vulnerable but I was shaking not from being cold but from knowing that whatever he was planning would probably top anything we had done yet. I felt his cold fingers on my breasts; he squeezed my nipple hard and then cupped my whole breast. He ran his fingers down and rubbed my clit back and forth as I moaned.
