Victory

I came back from a date having a terrible mood. It was just a fuck. Stupid and pointless. Without words, without emotion. Just a fuck and nothing from sex for soul. 

I never liked it, after such meetings there is always emptiness inside I want to fill, to please, to enjoy. But... 

I took a shower, put on a short silk robe and comfortably settled on the sofa with the laptop on my knees... the feeling of dissatisfaction was gone. I wanted something warm, close. 

And then the phone rang... the call was the one I was waiting for! It was him – the man of my dreams. Always neat and discreet, serious and prudent, but so sweet and tender… My heart, as always, at such moments started beating madly, the hands were shaking. I picked up the phone and cooed: "Yes, dear..." 

"Aren't you busy? What if I'll be there in 20 minutes?" 

It's always like that: waiting him forever, and ther's only 20 minutes to get ready! 

"Of course, Sweetheart, I always love to see you", I gently cooed into the phone, while frantically wondering how to freshen up in 20 minutes. 

The doorbell rang and he was on the threshold... I missed him so much! Always, every day, every minute... Pressed to him, froze for a moment, absorbed the warmth of his hands, felt the warmth inside my stomach – he's mine... 

Our dates always started the same way: small talking, gentle looks, his soft hands stroking me. We were good together. But he always waited until my wild excitement settled down a little bit. 

Then everything went according to plan. To his plan. He always dominated, nipping initiative in the bud, he is always on top regardless of the posture. He drives, he is the chief, any deviation from his rules was punished by his complete disregard and long absence after. I obeyed easily. It was pleasant to me, I didn't resist and just followed him, especially since he could brilliantly bring pleasure. But today... 

Probably, affected by my irritation from the previous date. As if a demon possessed me. When finally I got the access to his body, I was going crazy... had he just got in me as my muscles were contracting fiercely, I pushed him out and again drew back caressing his cock with my vagina as if with the mouth, I let him off for a second and again captured... 

I was dominating! 

He was moaning, hugging me tighter. He tried again to master the situation, but it was too late... I absorbed him completely. And the phrase "Holy shit..." he said softly (he never let such words be said to me) was the last stroke to that voluptuous scene. 

My last effort and he came, unwittingly, finally ceasing control everything. Almost simultaneously I came as well, the abdomen bottom was cramping and I could not suppress the shiver throughout the body. It was the brightest orgasm we had for all the time during our relationship. 

Then he slowly and tenderly was stroking my back, the ass, behind the ear, and I was purring blissfully like a cat and I was the happiest girl in the world... and now I was on TOP... 

I had proven... but what? Or I just got what I wanted – fucking HIM! 

And he didn't mind...



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