Last week we finally met again. At my request, she wrote an account of what she experienced that night, which stimulated me (in every sense) to respond with my own view of the events, an edited version of which follows below:
It's embarrassing, but true. I've been masturbating so much that I've made my penis sore. Yes, I know it's only supposed to happen when you're 15. And I still can't stop even though I know I should. And I suspect writing this e-mail won't help.
You may still find it hard to believe, but when I first met you I quickly sensed that you were somebody who hadn't had sex for a long time. And that seemed to me, at the very least, a terrible waste of a lovely, sexy woman. Beyond that, I felt there was a wilder, playful, inquisitive sexuality waiting to get out and that seemed like fun to play with.
So perhaps what has happened surprises me less than it surprises you - although last Friday was VERY surprising in many ways. Since I left my wife I have been exploring my own sexuality gradually, and perhaps more intensively since being in
It is the newness of your discovery of your deeper sexual self which is particularly exciting to me. You are a natural and profound sexual submissive and I find that incredibly erotic. The most exciting sexual games are played out beyond the boundaries of what society considers 'decent' 'proper' or 'politically correct'. And you enter deeply into those games.
Naturally, there is internal conflict and reluctance. The bad news for you is that I like that. When I had you almost naked and tied your hands, and you realised that you were truly defenceless, it was a powerful moment for me. When you looked at me with tears coming to your eyes and pleaded to be untied, saying "I feel so defenceless" I hesitated. Is it right to compel a woman who is naked and bound to perform sexual acts? Clearly not - deeply immoral. Is it right to make E. kneel down and suck me? Clearly yes, if she is to drop the last vestiges of propriety and fully give herself up to the insatiable lust that has been dominating her for weeks. In other words, it's so wrong, that it's right and the wetness between your legs said far more than the wetness in your eyes.
So your mouth felt sweeter than ever as you opened up to not only my penis, but to all the possibilities of desire beyond the rules, of being used for pleasure without being able to control what happens. After you finally gave in and consumed me eagerly, I lifted you back to your feet and kissed you, feeling a mouth literally dripping with saliva, such was your hunger for my flesh inside you. It was then I knew you were ready to be used, as you put it yourself "without compassion" and that this would excite you beyond measure.
Furthermore, you looked so beautiful - naked except for your shoes and necklace, hands neatly tied and struggling - that it merely inflamed me further to use you harder. So there was a satisfyingly cruel pleasure to be had in taunting you with the possibility of my hard cock inside you, teasing you and slapping your arse however I felt like it. And then it seemed clear that you needed to be fucked where you stood, face pressed against the wall, the coldness of the surface contrasting with the heat of my cock, your knees bending eagerly to take more of me in, although I only let you have a little at a time.
I like to make you talk because it forces you to acknowledge what is happening - that nice, quiet E. is enjoying being used in this way and is eager for more. She is happy to admit how much she likes being face down on the bed, whilst I ride her like some wild animal. Neither your voice nor your anus offer any objections as I drive my thumb all the way into you and I mentally note that I must fuck you there at another time. For now I am happy to grab the rope in my other hand and let you know that there is no way for you to escape the invasion of my member and eager thumb - that I will violate you as long and deep and hard as I like. Your cries of pleasure and surprise keep me rock hard.
After, you pleasantly surprise me with your continued hunger for my cock. I can sense how much you love to have it in your mouth - a weakness that I am keen to exploit. I decide to be tough on you and force you down again and again, even though I can feel your anxiety and reluctance - which just makes me keener to break your will. But this gradually changes and I see you transformed into a magnificent cocksucking slut, the queen of my hard-on, keen to prove she can play with me without stopping, until the relentless attack of your greedy mouth makes me explode. I come and come, my semen filling your mouth until it's too much for you and you pull away, my come still erupting, spilling over my body and the bed. You leave me utterly drained and proud of your determination to be a good slave.
And then I can just feel you beside me, losing track of time and place, just your body , your kisses and your eyes. A wonderful peace, a very tranquil, safe place to be. I contemplate the deep place we have just been together and wonder where we might go next. You ask me eagerly if I am going to tie you up again. Truly you have become a total slave both to me and your own desires.
What happened next surprised me the most. You were dressed to go on the balcony for a smoke and I couldn't resist putting you in disarray again and tempting you away from one vice with another. I just had an urge to make you come with my mouth, nothing more or less than that. And then there was a finger. And then another. And when I felt and heard how strongly you were responding to those, there was a temptation to insert another. I couldn't believe how eagerly you were accepting this invasion and the movements of your body seemed to be chanting "more, more", so I hesitantly slipped in a fourth digit, to be rewarded with a quickening of your breathing and fresh cries, balanced between pain and pleasure.
I decided not to force things, to let you take this profound penetration at your own pace and was delighted by the way you would push down and then slide away as if was too too much, then seek my fingers again. Every time deeper. You were gradually sliding away from me across the bed, so I had to drag you back to where you were within reach, but this was just an enjoyable part of the struggle. And then I felt you were ready and willing to go beyond any normal limit and, with some careful lubrication I began to ease my whole hand inside you. I fully expected you to tell me to stop, or to pull away completely, and I was worried about hurting you. Instead you kept going, taking more and more as you panted, whimpered and moaned in a way that was incredibly arousing.
I hardly knew where to look. I was equally mesmerised by the look in your eyes - staring amazed at me, utterly lost in desire - and the astonishing sight of my hand disappearing inside you. And as we pushed against each other you began to beg me to fuck you again. I couldn't really believe it, that you needed my cock inside you again after such an extreme penetration. But you did. It was a short and intense coupling, a release of sexual intensity that was almost hysteria. I was left spent and amazed that all of this had happened with the two of us almost fully dressed.
I could go on, but this e-mail has already taken some hours. I hope you understand that the way I treat you sexually has no effect on how I see you in general. I view you with the same respect in everyday life, even if I treat you like a horny slut in bed.
Many soft kisses to you, you beautiful, crazy, wanton woman. Now I must go put some cream on a certain part of me.
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