Those passing years had brought a lot to me and some of it had been bad but some of it had been good. I was no longer the teenager who knew nothing about sex - about what pleased me. I'd had a long term relationship that had stopped being a romance quite a few years before it ended and thanks to that I had branched out and sought excitement and closeness elsewhere. I had taken a lover here and there, not many but the choices I'd made had been good ones - at least good for me sexually if not in any other way. The first had been someone in my circle of friends who had really amazed me with what he could do with his hands (until he told me about his secret love of using moisturiser instead of lube.) No way could he go up my arse with skin cream on his cock! Like the submissive I was becoming I allowed him to try and it hurt like hell - after that I decided I would never have anal sex. But that was then, I knew little about how much I would learn in the future! Then there was the fantasy
My hands were resting on his shoulders. My touch was burning through the fabric of his shirt, I had mentally undressed him so many times in my imagination but in reality my submissive streak, already a mile wide, was making me wait despite my longing, I was waiting for permission.And mercifully, he granted me that as he spoke softly to me."I think you want to do a bit more than have a look at me, don't you?"I felt my cheeks burning with heat again. I nodded."I've always wanted you. Even when you weren't there, I thought about you. I've ached for you, I still do."That was the most honest, open statement I had ever made in my life and I'd made it freely and without fear of rejection. It surprised me how easily I'd been able to say that."I never forgot you either.” He told me, and gently drew me into his arms. As our lips touched my head swam and I trembled with desire, I was sliding his hand up my thighs, brushing his fingers against my wet knickers as he kissed me deeply.He strok
The next day I was up early, when I first opened my eyes I was still floating between sleeping and waking for a moment or two and in that time, a thousand pictures slid through my mind of everything that had happened the day before and a big, warm glow radiated through me and the love I felt made me even warmer: After all these years, I was seeing Jonny. And today, I was seeing him again. Today was a special day. He was going to do something to me today. He hadn't told me all the details, just a few. Enough to tease me and excite me, too little to give me the full picture. It was just enough to thrill me, with the added pleasure of not being sure what he would do to me once I was back in that room and the door was locked behind us..I had orders to follow. They started here, at home.I giggled as I got all my toys out and arranged them neatly on the table. Big vibrators, little vibrators, clit toys. Everything was on here and it was quite a nice little display. I took a picture with m
"Lay on the bed and open your legs." He commanded.I hesitated, not sure what was coming next. He was getting very horny, very fired up as he stood there as my Master with that belt clutched tightly in his hand."Do it now. Or I will have to tie you up?"He knew I didn't like being tied, I had made that clear during our deep discussion about preferences. I did not know if this was an added fear factor for me or if he was simply playing his own game, but the sub in me wanted more and I knew I would do it anyway."Do I have to tie you up?" He repeated."No, Master."I got on the bed, spread my legs.“Keep still.” He ordered, “If you move I'll tie you tightly and do it all over again, but much, much harder, understand?”I nodded, too aroused and afraid to speak. I had guessed what was coming and although I was tense and expecting this to hurt, the part of me that would be hurt the most was gleaming with juice, pink and swollen, my clitoris erect and raising up from it's hiding place as i
I slept in his shirt that night, feeling wonderful to be constantly wrapped in something that had been close to his skin, surrounding me with the scent of my lover. That was the day I realised I would love him for the rest of my life.I knew not everything in my world was perfect. I knew nothing ever would be. I was happy to love him and be with him but at the back of my mind I kept thinking about what he had said about how he got those bruises. It made me wonder what else he had to face, what other dangers were out there that would one day creep up on me and give me something to really worry about. A hostage situation suggested he must have been armed. He would not have gone into a situation like that without a weapon. So I decided to ask him when I met with him later that evening. I knew he wasn't going to tell me everything about it, but he could at least tell me the truth, even if it didn't exactly put my mind at rest.I'd agreed to meet him at seven in the evening. I had no idea
And that was how we started. We saw a lot of each other while he was off work, then he had to go back and for the first few months, I'd worry if he was late calling but he would always get in touch, always assure me he was okay. We carried on meeting and our fun and games just got better. Cock sucking became a regular favourite, with him very fond of mentioning when we were out in a public place that his war wound was aching, then we would go somewhere quiet and I'd give him head, then we would carry on with our evening, knowing this was a game the two of us shared in secret. Sometimes we just enjoyed each other's company, kissing, cuddling, and talking about anything and everything. Other times he would make it clear he would be making my arse or go very red and even estimated the number of days till I'd be able to sit down again without feeling it, then there was the time he ordered me to wear a PVC mini dress that clung to me like a second skin, and shoes so high I could barely sta
Knowing nothing, being told nothing, was worse than any kind of bad news Celeste could have given me on the day of the shooting. All I had was memories and uncertainty, other times I'd feel sure he was dead and tell myself I had to accept this before it was confirmed to me because if I held on to any kind of hope it would only make the pain worse when I knew the truth.I would never know another man like Jonny, nor would I ever love anyone else the way I loved him. Sometimes I was angry because he had chosen to live a life that had led to this, other times I thought about the brave man who had lived with so much danger and adversity and I felt proud of him. Either way, I loved him with all of my heart, I had loved him from the day we met and even though I was grateful for the time we had spent together, I had my regrets: Life was short, I wished we had got together sooner. Right now, as I moved, as I walked, my widened hole rubbed together as if my arse had turned into a second vagina
I was on the verge of bursting into a fit of laughter as I carefully placed my case in the back of her car. She said little as we drove and kept her eyes on the road. She was trying to hide her embarrassment - I was very surprised a woman like Celeste would be shocked at sex toys but everyone was different, not every woman owned a vibrator - or many as I did. But all the same, I could just picture Jonny's face when I told him. He would find the whole thing hilarious. By the time we reached our destination the case incident had stopped being funny. All I could think about was holding him in my arms again.We had parked outside a rather nice house on the better side of my town."I asked him where he wanted to go and he said he wanted to be close to you.” She told me.Celeste left me to take my case from the car. I dragged it up the path as she was unlocking the front door and as she went inside, I followed and left it in the hallway.The house was quiet."Where is he?"Celeste lowered h