My Grey.
He came into my life, just as my sex drive was beginning to re-awaken. Dry spells happen, and it had felt like my pussy was frozen over with the winter months, and I lost sensitivity and feeling. I hadn't been deeply touched by a man (as opposed to a boy) in what felt like months (a week can feel like a month for me), and just as a super sex crazed goddess was beginning to doubt man-kind, My Grey delivered me deep soul-satisfaction. I didn't know how much I needed the deep comfort of a man; even if it was temporary.
He didn't ask permission, we didn't make pre-planned agreements about boundaries or limits, or tell past stories about love and lust. He simply walked in my door, and through desire, claimed me. An unsuspecting stranger, and came waltzing into my life, unannounced, uninvited, and certainly didn't play by other people's rules. There are some encounters where you skip over the shallow end, and dive head first for the deepest waters.
"So you're a Domme," he asks over the phone, incomplete in his statement, for he has already seen into my true nature of wanting to be submissive. "But you're really just a sweet little girl wanting to give yourself over to a strong man," he says in a steady and firm voice with a steamy Aussie accent, but with so much passion and fullness behind his stern exterior. He warms me immediately, which is I also find to be deeply threatening.
"Yes I like to be more submissive in my personal life." I say with a light heart, not realizing he would be emotionally and sexually ruling over me the next day.
A few missed emails here and there, but we finally meet on a cold afternoon in DC. I've only seen pictures of him from the face down on a kinky online dating site... so I wasn't sure what to expect from my New Grey. I'm comforted by his his classy demeanor which comes off more British then Aussie.
He leads on that he's been thinking of me ... Profusely... And can't get me out of his mind... The muse has stricken him.
We arrange a loose time to meet, and he gets buzzed up to my door, and walks in as if he owns the place. He's dressed in a nice preppy blue suit and graphic red tie, a pinstriped shirt and a blue scarf, tied tightly around his neck, making him appear taller than he really is.
This is what my Grey did to me; pierced me with his slate blue eyes, erect stance, undyingly seductive scent from his neck... and his heart was mine from the first embrace
My lights have gone out in half the apartment while I was using the blow dryer, and I needed a man to locate the fuse box... he scans the entire apartment and we can't find it, until we recline on the couch, and it pops off the wall and the fuse box catches my eye. He doesn't allow me to have to have the pleasure of fixing the problem; he needs to be the man and do it himself.
Now we can relax... then.. we touch ...
I am completely over-taken by the power in my Grey's embrace. The smell from his collar floats into soul... My heart is helpless against his valor and strength. I'm butter in is hands, and I recline on the bed. him on top of me, still in his suit, and he never gets completely naked.
He is now the seducer, not I, and morality and boundaries go out the window ... For me.
"I'm not going to have sex with you." I say, jokingly, trying to uphold my original intention of meeting him.
"I'm not going to have sex with YOU," he replies sharply back with serious cold blue eyes. Shit my head is under water and he's the only source of oxygen.
He presses his lips against mine, his saliva intentionally dripping into my mouth... And I become wild at the purity of it; it's like morning honey dew.
He presses me onto the bed, his hands firm but never too hard... And he starts to go for my pussy.
I'm doomed at this point, my juices running over, his force growing stronger ... I have trained myself to feel more pleasure with my eyes closed. He forces them open; I cannot enjoy the moment purely for my own pleasure. Grey's fingers are fucking me so he can see the look in my eyes as I come.
"Look at me," Grey demands, and I am scared not too.
I forget his request, the pressure building inside of me, deeply, him pressing into my pussy, I close my eyes again.
"LOOK at me," stating again his wishes for eye contact.
He drives me wild, but I want to feel his cock against me, against my bare skin, in any which way I can, even though he's not fucking me. Dammit.
My naked Ass in the air, and he still has his suit on.
He pounds my wet kitty with his hands, I'm making sounds as if he's fucking me ... He gets me until I turn over, face up again even more vulnerable to his masculine power, he leans in,
"You are intoxicating," he leans up and whispers into my ear, driving the hot knife even deeper into me.
His cock is now taking the stage; it's popping out of his pants, rock hard, bulging with desire for me.
"Who did that to me?" he asks in his intimidating voice, piercing my eyes again.
"I did," I say in a soft voice, him still penetrating me with his hands.
"Who did that to me?" he demands a better answer.
"I did," my voice can't help but quiver
"Say it with confidence"
"I did?"
"Who did that to me?"
"You're little girl did."
He likes that answer better and says I am his favorite little girl ...
We're both working my juices this time, making sure no part of my internal system is untouched.
"Come for Daddy. Daddy wants you to come," he says sternly again, demanding my orgasm for him. We work it up slowly, then more quickly.... until I completely release, staring into Grey's eyes, pushing my pleasure into him, I know he's feeling it too.
He stands up after this, his cock inches away from my face, and touches himself. This drives me absolutely wild, for he doesn't let me suck it, he doesn't' allow me to taste his come, and he doesn't allow me to sit on it either. I am denied cock rights. I've never met a man with such self-control, but it also makes me think he's hiding something.
He keeps stroking his cock, and he is so built up from our encounter, that he quickly squirts all over me, my face, and belly and all over the bed.
He comes in for a cuddle before he says good-bye, and drives his domineering presence even deeper into me.
His mouth is right by my ear, his words aren't processed through my brain, they are first felt in my heart, and then tell my head what to think. They drip out of him like warm golden honey, hitting every fiber of my being, playing me like a delicate violin, staking his territory.
"Tomorrow you are to lay in bed, and forget the way my lips feel on yours." My heart sinks.. I don't want to forget. But this is precisely why he is saying it.
"You are to not remember the way my two fingers feel in your pussy, or the wetness of my come," his eyes burning into me,
He's burning straight into my retinas, not allowing any other thought in my body. Driving the memorable impression deeper, I quiver underneath him, he pierces me so deep into me I want to cry.
Despite his request to forget, I can do nothing but remember.
