Though I've always known what kind of girls I liked sexually, it wasn't until I met Bonnie did I realize how far a woman can stretch my sexual appetite . To be honest, for most part of my life until then I was quite tame. I mean, I've always known I like to dominate and I like a woman who is submissive. However, the encounter with her pushed me out of my sexual limits and I began to desire more aggressive sex.
Actually, Bonnie wasn't the only woman I've encountered that liked aggressive sex. I mean, I've had my share of submissive women since college. Most of them were simply obedient and just let me do whatever I wanted with them. In a way, that's why I said earlier my sex life was quite tame in the past. There really wasn't much challenge in a woman that just does whatever I say. In fact, I grew bored with it easily. Bonnie changed all that, as I've shared in my previous story, "An Unexpected Evening."
So, shortly after moving back to the west coast, I met another Chinese woman named Wendy. She was in her early 30s but could've easily passed for a 20 year old. I met her at a friend's party and we instantly hit it off. Now, unlike Bonnie, Wendy was shy and quiet. Being petite and slim, she was exactly my type. The sexual attraction was so intense that just being around her made my cock ache. However, she was quite conservative and I just couldn't get her into the sack after a few dates. Eventually, I gave up on her and we just remained friends online.
Like how Bonnie and I started sexting online, Wendy and I also became bolder and bolder with our chats. Ok I confess, I was the one who pushed the conversations to be more sexual. However, I was not some juvenile who just liked talking dirty or constantly mentioning my cock. I often posted her intriguing sexual questions, asking her what she liked and more importantly, why. At first she made excuses to log off whenever the chat became too sexual, but the more time we spent together the more she opened up to me. Unlike Bonnie, who confessed she can take anything, Wendy was much more restrictive. She painted herself as someone pure and innocent, yet she confessed a desire to be controlled and dominated. I knew she had a more kinky side and I was determined to get a taste of it myself.
One night I met up with her for a drink. Since it was supposed to be a casual meeting, she came in a t-shirt and jeans. By this point of our friendship we were much more comfortable with each other and it was normal for us to verbally tease each other. Between the cocktails and the sex talk, she was becoming more and more "uncomfortable" as the night progressed, evident by her squirming in her seat. She began doing subtle things, whether consciously or not, like rubbing her legs against mine or biting her lower lips whenever I said something suggestive. A few of my sexual comments even had her blushing and speechless.
We drank until the bar closed and I gave her a ride back to her apartment. I even offered to walk her to her door. This was the first time she agreed to let me. It was a warm evening and the light breeze felt good when it brushed against the hair on my skin. I was sure it was the same for her and the arousal mixed with the drinks and the sex talks created a very sensual atmosphere.
Once we reached her door, she opened it, stepped in, and turned around with her hand on my chest, stopping me from following her in. She looked into my eyes and said, "Well, good night," hinting me to leave. There was a small uncomfortable pause. As a gentleman, I would normally just leave. However, I remembered our conversations about how she wanted to be "taken." It made me wonder a little about all those other times when I took her on dates before and she kept refusing me. Was she simply teasing me all those times, because she expected a man to be more forceful with her? After a brief hesitation, I grabbed her by the waist and forcefully pushed her into her apartment, shutting the door behind us. I can still remember how fast my heart was racing at that moment. I remember thinking to myself that what I just did could either land me in a night of raunchy sex or a night in jail.
The look on her face was priceless. She was so shocked when I grabbed her, the only words she could mutter was a small whisper, "Wh.. what are you doing?" Once inside, I pinned her against the door and took hold of her face. All she could do was groan and squirm in my arms while I feasted on her tongue. She had her hands on my chest and tried to push me off. She squealed softly and continued asking me what was I doing. I did hesitate a little, but then I noticed she never said no.
She had a futon in the living room, so I shoved her onto it. She fell on her back and propped herself up on her elbow staring at me with a slight fear in her eyes. I looked down on that slim sexy piece of meat and remembered how much she made my cock throb on all those dates that ended without any satisfaction. A strange feeling came over me, I felt like a beast looking over my prey.
I got on top of her and she immediately dropped her elbow and fell back down on the futon. I leaned forward on my elbows at each side of her head and just stared down at her while she stared back. Then, she began trying to push me off again. The struggle had her grinding her cunt against my cock through our jeans and I knew she was horny. I grabbed each of her wrists and held them down. Though she was struggling harder against me, her light frame was no match for my weight. Watching her thrashing beneath me while quietly squealing, "No... nooo.... please no...," gave me a raging hard on.
While her wrists were held down, she struggled and heaved her chest up as her body throbbed and flopped like a fish. I held her in place and said to her, "Slut! You know you want this. You have been begging for it all night with all your subtle teasing."
She replied in a whimper, "What? What teasing? You're imagining things! Stop!"
