Atalmus
04-30-2010, 8:43 PM
C:\>This one starts a little slow...sorry.
We'd been dating for about a month, and I'd spent most of that time waiting for the other shoe to drop. She seemed perfect: a fiery pixie with a nerdy streak and a off-kilter sense of humor. Even though she was twenty-four-- two years younger than me-- she seemed much more mature than other women I'd met online. In particular, she didn't play the silly mind games that had always tripped me up in my previous relationships. She thought my social awkwardness was cute, and she never misunderstood or misled me.
It had occurred to me that, maybe, she was too good to be true. I was a slightly out of shape IT guy with nothing but my smart-ass personality to my credit. She was an amazingly pale-skinned natural redhead, and she kept her shoulder-length hair styled chaotically to give her a punk rock look. She was a little shorter than me, and slender. She was always so frenetic, like a firecracker locked perpetually mid-explosion.
Suffice it to say, I was in love. I didn't realize it at the time, but it was true nonetheless. So, when I was lying in her bed and she climbed on top of me all those years ago, she could've talked me into anything.
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We were in her apartment, as usual. Mine was a bachelor pad, with enough furniture to support my hobbies of sleeping and messing around on my computer. I guess I didn't have much of a life until she came along...and, even then, I only really lived when I was around her.
We had been lying in her bed, watching Point Break and making fun of Keanu Reaves endlessly. The movie cut to commercial and she clicked the TV off. I was still catching my breath from the last bout of laughter; she was the only woman I knew who could make me laugh that hard.
Without warning, she rolled over and climbed atop me. We'd had sex before, so this wasn't an entirely new situation, but she had an odd look on her face. She bit her lip anxiously and stared down at me, her brilliant green eyes locked onto mine.
"We need to talk," she said after a moment. She was braless, with a white t-shirt and white panties. I could feel her nipples against my bare chest through her shirt. She was excited, but the tone of her voice made me a little nervous.
"Isn't 'we need to talk' usually a bad omen? If we're about to have a fight, I think you're giving mixed signals," I joked. I hoped she was setting me up for some sarcastic joke, which she occasionally did, but this was more tense than usual. I had gotten hard before she started talking, and my ambivalence over the situation hadn't dampened my arousal at all (after the first time we'd slept together, she'd given me the nickname "Energizer Cock").
"I didn't want you to think this was going to be one of those talks, so I decided to pin you down to make you more agreeable." I could feel her heart thrumming as she rested her weight on me and brought her face closer to mine. She was very nervous about something. "But seriously, I need to come clean about something, and I don't know how this is going to go. I like you a lot, and I get the impression--" here she flexed her pantied crotch against my boxer-covered hardon--"that you like me a lot, too."
My heart started to race with hers at the phrase "come clean". There was very little chance this conversation would end someplace good.
"I do like you, but I think you know me well enough to know I'm not going to fly off the handle or anything," I reassured her.
"Ok, well--"
"I can't believe you! We're through!" I interrupted as soon as she started speaking. She stared at me, mouth agape. "Sorry, that was reflex...please, continue." My smartass outburst seemed to actually put her more at ease.
"Before I do..." she leaned back to straddle me, just above my waist. Reaching behind her, she slipped her hand into my boxers and firmly gripped my balls. "...now, if you decide to interrupt again, I'll just give you a little squeeze." She said it with a mischievous grin on her face, and gave me a tiny, painless squeeze to punctuate her threat. This was a little out of character for her, but I certainly wasn't complaining. "As I was saying...I need to come clean. I haven't completely been myself. I guess you could say I was acting 'normal' so you wouldn't be intimidated. I think you've been dropping some hints, though, that it'd be ok for me to be a little more myself."
She stared at me a few moments before I realized that she was waiting for a response.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand," was all I could think of. It was true, though: I had no clue what she was talking about.
"I like to be a little dominant. That's how I usually am, but I really didn't want to scare you off. I know you've said you're inexperienced and all that, and I don't want to rush this...but I'd like to start exploring that kind of relationship with you, if that's alright. It's entirely up to you...I just wanted to put it out there and hope for the best." As she finished, I got the distinct impression that she'd practiced this speech in her head a few times before working up the courage to actually ask me.
So, there she sat, looking down at me with her beautiful green eyes, straddling me and still gripping my balls in her pale, delicate hand. I didn't realize it then, but that was a startlingly accurate portrayal of our future relationship.
She was my firecracker, and I was smitten. I couldn't bare to disappoint her. Besides, I couldn't conceive of her doing anything to me that I'd actually dislike. The idea of her tying me up and using me as a sex slave was an immense turn-on.
"As long as you promise not make me the star of a snuff film, I think I'm ok with it," I said with an air of faked exasperation.
"No promises," she joked, and gave my balls a firmer squeeze than before. There was a tiny bit of pain for just an instant, then she let go and leaned forward to kiss me. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and bit it gently with a grin for just a moment before releasing it.
"Let's worry about all of that tomorrow, so you can have something to be nervous about. Tonight, you can enjoy your last night as my equal." As she spoke, she brought her mouth closer and closer to mine, her words growing quieter and quieter, until they were nothing but breath. Her eyes never left mine.
I was lost in her. Otherwise, I might have been a little more attentive about that last bit.
We'd been dating for about a month, and I'd spent most of that time waiting for the other shoe to drop. She seemed perfect: a fiery pixie with a nerdy streak and a off-kilter sense of humor. Even though she was twenty-four-- two years younger than me-- she seemed much more mature than other women I'd met online. In particular, she didn't play the silly mind games that had always tripped me up in my previous relationships. She thought my social awkwardness was cute, and she never misunderstood or misled me.
It had occurred to me that, maybe, she was too good to be true. I was a slightly out of shape IT guy with nothing but my smart-ass personality to my credit. She was an amazingly pale-skinned natural redhead, and she kept her shoulder-length hair styled chaotically to give her a punk rock look. She was a little shorter than me, and slender. She was always so frenetic, like a firecracker locked perpetually mid-explosion.
Suffice it to say, I was in love. I didn't realize it at the time, but it was true nonetheless. So, when I was lying in her bed and she climbed on top of me all those years ago, she could've talked me into anything.
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We were in her apartment, as usual. Mine was a bachelor pad, with enough furniture to support my hobbies of sleeping and messing around on my computer. I guess I didn't have much of a life until she came along...and, even then, I only really lived when I was around her.
We had been lying in her bed, watching Point Break and making fun of Keanu Reaves endlessly. The movie cut to commercial and she clicked the TV off. I was still catching my breath from the last bout of laughter; she was the only woman I knew who could make me laugh that hard.
Without warning, she rolled over and climbed atop me. We'd had sex before, so this wasn't an entirely new situation, but she had an odd look on her face. She bit her lip anxiously and stared down at me, her brilliant green eyes locked onto mine.
"We need to talk," she said after a moment. She was braless, with a white t-shirt and white panties. I could feel her nipples against my bare chest through her shirt. She was excited, but the tone of her voice made me a little nervous.
"Isn't 'we need to talk' usually a bad omen? If we're about to have a fight, I think you're giving mixed signals," I joked. I hoped she was setting me up for some sarcastic joke, which she occasionally did, but this was more tense than usual. I had gotten hard before she started talking, and my ambivalence over the situation hadn't dampened my arousal at all (after the first time we'd slept together, she'd given me the nickname "Energizer Cock").
"I didn't want you to think this was going to be one of those talks, so I decided to pin you down to make you more agreeable." I could feel her heart thrumming as she rested her weight on me and brought her face closer to mine. She was very nervous about something. "But seriously, I need to come clean about something, and I don't know how this is going to go. I like you a lot, and I get the impression--" here she flexed her pantied crotch against my boxer-covered hardon--"that you like me a lot, too."
My heart started to race with hers at the phrase "come clean". There was very little chance this conversation would end someplace good.
"I do like you, but I think you know me well enough to know I'm not going to fly off the handle or anything," I reassured her.
"Ok, well--"
"I can't believe you! We're through!" I interrupted as soon as she started speaking. She stared at me, mouth agape. "Sorry, that was reflex...please, continue." My smartass outburst seemed to actually put her more at ease.
"Before I do..." she leaned back to straddle me, just above my waist. Reaching behind her, she slipped her hand into my boxers and firmly gripped my balls. "...now, if you decide to interrupt again, I'll just give you a little squeeze." She said it with a mischievous grin on her face, and gave me a tiny, painless squeeze to punctuate her threat. This was a little out of character for her, but I certainly wasn't complaining. "As I was saying...I need to come clean. I haven't completely been myself. I guess you could say I was acting 'normal' so you wouldn't be intimidated. I think you've been dropping some hints, though, that it'd be ok for me to be a little more myself."
She stared at me a few moments before I realized that she was waiting for a response.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand," was all I could think of. It was true, though: I had no clue what she was talking about.
"I like to be a little dominant. That's how I usually am, but I really didn't want to scare you off. I know you've said you're inexperienced and all that, and I don't want to rush this...but I'd like to start exploring that kind of relationship with you, if that's alright. It's entirely up to you...I just wanted to put it out there and hope for the best." As she finished, I got the distinct impression that she'd practiced this speech in her head a few times before working up the courage to actually ask me.
So, there she sat, looking down at me with her beautiful green eyes, straddling me and still gripping my balls in her pale, delicate hand. I didn't realize it then, but that was a startlingly accurate portrayal of our future relationship.
She was my firecracker, and I was smitten. I couldn't bare to disappoint her. Besides, I couldn't conceive of her doing anything to me that I'd actually dislike. The idea of her tying me up and using me as a sex slave was an immense turn-on.
"As long as you promise not make me the star of a snuff film, I think I'm ok with it," I said with an air of faked exasperation.
"No promises," she joked, and gave my balls a firmer squeeze than before. There was a tiny bit of pain for just an instant, then she let go and leaned forward to kiss me. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and bit it gently with a grin for just a moment before releasing it.
"Let's worry about all of that tomorrow, so you can have something to be nervous about. Tonight, you can enjoy your last night as my equal." As she spoke, she brought her mouth closer and closer to mine, her words growing quieter and quieter, until they were nothing but breath. Her eyes never left mine.
I was lost in her. Otherwise, I might have been a little more attentive about that last bit.