My name is Leto. I am forty-one years old, single and I recently decided that I need to be far more dominant in the bedroom.
My girlfriend Gemma, had left me suddenly after six years together and I never got an explanation. Although she'd insisted that our sex life was amazing, I always suspected that she was into kinky stuff but had refused to tell me. In retrospect, I could tell that she always needed to appear like a good girl. Now, I was plagued by the idea that she was happily being fucked properly by a dominant man.
Now that I was single again, I thought it was time to step out of my comfort zone and try being more dominant during sex. I had watched countless YouTube videos on the topic and had learned that the best way to know what women really want in the bedroom is to read erotic stories written by women. I had signed up to LushStories and was captivated by the BDSM stories, particularly the spanking stories. The erections I got as I read story after story about spanking and BDSM were immense. They were so hard that they hurt.
In August this year, two years after my breakup with Gemma, I was dating Lexxi, a blonde, petit thirty two-year-old I had met on Hinge. She ran a bakery and loved reality TV and horse-riding. On our second date, she wore skin-tight blue jeans and a loose-fitting shirt that was see-through in certain angles, if not in my imagination. Her body was perfect, with full perky breasts and a sizeable but firm, horse-rider's behind. She had a sweet, innocent voice and presence, and she was funny and interesting to talk to. Our conversations were full of laughter and flirtation and our second date had ended with a drunken snog outside the pub while our Ubers were on their way. We lived on opposite sides of town so needed separate Ubers. She had leaned into my erection as we kissed passionately for the first time and I knew she wasn’t as innocent as she looked,
Tonight, for our third date, the plan was for her to come to my flat and we were going to watch something on Netflix. I knew that sex was on the cards. I lit various scented candles. I showered and wore some casual dark blue chinos and a light-brown sleeveless t-shirt, which showed off my strong arms and chest. I'd become so fit since the breakup! I had on my favourite aftershave which was woody and masculine. My flat was immaculate and the red wine was breathing on the kitchen island. She arrived at 7pm and I welcomed her politely, taking her coat and handbag while complimenting her beautiful short, patterned summer dress. By 730pm, we'd had a large glass of red wine each, the TV was on with various options of shows and films on display, but we were snogging like teenagers on my sofa.
As we explored each other's lips and tongues, my mind raced with thoughts about how to start being dominant. I had read that it was good to pull away from a kiss playfully. So, I did. She stared at me, startled, then after around two seconds, she lunged at me, straddling me and pulling my head towards her face. Her kiss was now deeper, and she moaned softly into my mouth.
My next idea was to give her an order. My heart rate spiked as I thought about the kinds of things to say. I wondered if she’d laugh at me, or worse, get morbidly offended and leave! Luckily, I knew she had no idea how much my mind was racing because we were still kissing passionately as she teased my left nipple with her soft, delicate thumb and index finger, my hands firmly on her perfect butt cheeks.
As she placed soft wet kisses on my cheek and traced her tongue down the side of my neck, I found myself grabbing her hair close to her scalp and pulling her head back so that she faced me. She inhaled sharply.
“Stand up,” I said firmly, expecting her to snigger in my face. My breathing stopped momentarily. I had crossed the dominance threshold for the first time in my twenty three-year sex life!
She didn’t laugh. She stood up immediately and stared at me waiting for the next order. “Turn around,” I said. She obliged immediately. I couldn’t believe how well this was going! I lightly traced my fingertips up the sides of her shapely thighs, sliding my hands under her thin summer dress. She inhaled sharply with a slight moan as I revealed her glorious behind. She was wearing a black thong and I almost drooled. I let her dress fell back down over my hands as I rubbed my palms over both cheeks, kneading them gently and edging my right thumb towards her cleft, feeling her wetness as she parted her legs slightly to grant me access. She was soaking wet. I inhaled loudly and deeply, then exhaled. Suddenly, I was ‘him’.
“You’ve been such a good girl, haven’t you?” I whispered, examining her backside.
“Yesss,” she exhaled.