Author's note: Hi dear reader! This story marks my first ever attempt at writing erotica! I welcome all sorts of feedback, especially the constructive feedback. I'm always looking to improve. Thanks, and enjoy!
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"Do you like women? Cuz I think you're like, really really pretty, and I'm really hoping you like women."
Those were my very first, very drunken words to Dani. We were at a mutual friend's party, and she caught my eye almost immediately. I'm not the exactly the most bold person in any room, but after encouragement from my friends, and a lot of encouragement from my best friend Tequila, I was feeling confident enough to approach this very attractive woman. She had this style going on that was like a mix between sporty and butch, and this slim, cut body that I was really digging. Think of the female version of Adonis, all muscles and tanned skin. She was a little taller than me, 5 feet 7 inches or so, the same age at 23, and she had her long dark brown hair in a ponytail. At the party, she was wearing these athletic leggings (which made it impossible for me to not stare at her butt) and this slightly large black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up a little. Her face was surprisingly soft, with a small, rounded chin and an immensely cute nose that seemed, like her shirt, almost a little too big for her face.
I found her whole energy to be somewhat contradictory: she stood tall and proud, yet her soft features and long shirt made her look smaller and more vulnerable. I felt like I wanted to cuddle with her as much as I wanted her to just fuck my brains out.
Turns out, she did like women, and I got to both cuddle with her and have her fuck my brains out. Win-win.
Dani's personality fell quite in line with my first impression. She's a very confident, independent woman, definitely an alpha personality in many respects. Despite that, however, she could also be quite reserved. She somehow is so casually able to delicately balance being commanding and reserved. For instance, she would say something like "would you kindly get me a drink?" with a tone that was mostly polite, but I could always detect this little kick. It would be as if she had commanded me to get her a drink, and asking it as a question was just foreplay. I like to joke with her that she doesn't quite fit the stereotype of the invariably nice and polite Canadian, and I've nicknamed her my Not-So-Nice Canadian, due to her dominating, commanding personality. And yes, she was also the bedroom kind of commanding.
She was so effortlessly good at sex, and she always looked me straight (or lesbian?) in the eyes, no matter what we were doing. Obviously she'd close them or look at what she was doing every once in a while, but it would only be a quick glance before she'd look back at me. She has these amazing brown eyes, and they, like my first impression, gave off this weird contradictory energy. Her irises were huge, leaving the white parts to occupy only the corners of her eyes. Yet her pupils were small, and this dichotomy between large and small was like her whole deal. Small hands, but long fingers; tiny ears but big nose; long legs and arms, but small frame.
Ugh, I could just describe her body forever honestly. But what's even better than describing her body is being under it. She's the perfect dom to my sub. I'm still kind of embarrassed to admit this, but I'm a bit of pillow princess. Luckily, Dani was more than happy with that arrangement. A perfect "top" to my "bottom," you might say.
And you should. Like, you really should, because the sex was life-changing.
I'm even more embarrassed to admit this, but Dani was the first and only girl who's made me squirt.
It went like this: around four months into our relationship, after a particularly stressful week for both of us, we were at my place and eating dinner. We were both complaining about work and how we oh so wanted it to be the weekend, but then more complaining about how far away the weekend was (it was Monday). Not exactly riveting conversation, or stuff that gets my pussy wet. What did get my pussy wet was what Dani said to me after we had finished cuddling and were saying our goodbyes as she left: "I'm gonna fucking ravage your pussy this weekend," she said in that sexy, raspy voice of hers, and then she just left. The sudden shift from soft cuddling to talk of ravaging my pussy left my head swirling a bit, and then it settled into my stomach and below where I could feel my arousal heightening. I smiled and bit my lip as I imagined what my sexy girlfriend meant by "ravaging."
After regaining my posture at my front door, I had a choice: do I entertain my arousal, or do I let all my tension get released during my ravaging? In the end, I decided on the middle ground. I glided to my bed, hand already down pajama pants. Some light petting wouldn't ruin what was to come, I thought.
The week went on as expected. We both were stressed but we kept flirting, which added to our sexual frustration. Well, it added to mine, I have no idea if it ever added to hers. The whole week, anytime we were together, she'd look at me the way she does during sex. Constant eye contact, always looking at me, and with a kind of smoldering sensuality that makes me shiver just thinking about it.
And then it was finally Friday. Dani and I had been texting each other all day. I kept asking her to tell me what she was going to do but she stayed tight lipped. I even sent her a boob pic as a bargaining chip, and still she kept silent. There goes my Not-So-Nice Canadian, keeping a girl in suspense.
When I got off work, I drove like a crazy lady back home to get ready. While standing at my closet, I realized I had no idea what one wears for a ravaging. I settled on what I knew she liked: super sexy leather pants, Calvin Klein thong, black lacy bra, tight fitting crop top. Simple, but effective. I continued to text flirtatiously with Dani as time slowly dragged on. I was about to call her asking her where she was when I heard a knock on my door. I knew it had to be her. I was so excited, I ran to the door and swung it open. Dani just stood there, staring at me. You know what kind of eyes she had on. And she had the biggest smirk on her face I have ever seen.
Before I had a chance to say anything, Dani swept me into her arms and pressed her lips against mine so forcefully I thought I would get whiplash. Her tongue smashed and battered my tongue, eager to taste. We stood there like that for a long time, just making out. Dani broke off and whispered "Bed."
"Yes ma'am," I said coyly before skipping to my room. As I turned, Dani gave my butt a hard smack before sinking her nails into my flesh through my pants. I yelped a little, so titillated was I.
