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PLEASE READ PT 1 — This episode is dependent on the context of past events between the two main characters.
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I woke up to find her gone. I washed up and headed down to the beach to see her in a wooden rowboat, moving out to the mouth of the bay. Maybe headed around the point to the nude beach in the smaller bay SxSE.
I checked on our party, still reading and snacking, and I swam out to her, the ocean refreshingly cold.
When within hearing distance I shouted, “What the hell was that!?”
She only smiled in return, sun reflecting off her dark sunglasses, steadily rowing away, making me work to catch up, but not rowing fast enough to out pace my strokes. My heart pumped hard as I put in the effort needed to catch her and reach the square end of the dory.
Out of breath, frustrated, humiliated, and a little turned on, I repeated myself: “I said, ‘What was that all about, back there?'”
“It was about you passing the first test. Which you just did.”
“The first what? What are you talking about?”
Coolly surveying me from her reclined position at the helm, she pressed a cold hard cider to her lips. “You came back, angry. That’s something, isn’t it?”
“What the fuck, Trish? We we were just going to fool around, and then you pull out all that bondage shit, and… you fucking choked me… and… you… you PISSED on me!”
“And you loved it, didn’t you?” she answered. “Listen. You think you want to fuck me, and maybe you will, but I’m going to own you, first.”
I relaxed my grip on the edge of the boat, lowering myself out of sight. I didn’t want her to see the embarrassment rising gümüşhane escort in my flushed cheeks. I couldn’t understand what was happening to my body. I certainly did NOT like it–being used like a fucking man-whore. What the fuck!? But then… something about the dirtiness of it. The overpowering mixture of her sweet honey and her salty asshole, the throbbing, the choking, the controlling… My friggin’ dick had never been anywhere near the size it was when she was having her way with me. What did that mean??
I could hear the rhythmic splashing of water against the sides of the dinghy as we floated among larger, anchored boats in the shelter of the bay.
She waited until I’d had some time to think: “Before I can trust you, I need to make you give me everything. Your body, your trust,” she paused before adding, “your dignity.
“I’m going to tell you something I haven’t told anyone before. If that doesn’t show you that I’m interested in you for more than just a one-off pissing fuck, I don’t know what will. Let me explain some things to you.
“I’ve never met a man that could stand up to my intensity. None have ever even passed the first test. But, when I finally find my match,” she lowered her voice, “He’ll learn a new definition of what it means to fuck with a power-switch.
“I’ve been dominating Alan since I met him. He and his friends. But it doesn’t take any effort. A brazillian wax and high heels and they’ll clamour on their knees like annoying fat, rat-dogs, just for a taste of my asshole. One look, and they’ll strip down naked and prostrate themselves before me hatay escort to walk all over their bodies.
“Hell, I could shit in their mouths if I wanted… But that kind of power is not what I really want. It turns them on, but not me. Don’t get me wrong, I love coming up with new ways to make them cum in their hands. It’s like fucking their minds with a nice thick strap-on. Seeing them salivate, trembling with anticipation and sweat, just before I ‘release’ them to lick my toes or bend over while I plunge a pair of heels up their asses.
“But, I hardly get anything out of it, other than a peaceful night to myself, afterward. And when I’m alone, after my bath, exploring myself in the mirror, what turns me on is actually having someone else be a place of release for me, a shelter in the storm.
“When I look down at Alan panting between my thighs, with his eyes so full of desperate devotion and lust, what turns me on is imagining myself in his position, servicing a strong, confident partner worthy of such attention.
“What I’m looking for is a man who is master enough for this mistress. Someone stronger than me, at least as clever, and as willing to go to the edges with me. I don’t long to be degraded or humiliated, I just want to be matched. I want someone as fit as me, as clean, as smooth, as rough, and as… …interesting.”
I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. “Surely you guys must share something, together–” I protested.
“Oh, I sit on his fat face every Saturday (whether I want to or not) and by the time I’ve crawled up there, he’s cum in his joggers and saying, ‘Wow, ısparta escort that was hot! Did you cum, too, babe?’ Really. He’s pathetic, and I do love him. But he’ll never be what I need.”
I heaved myself up over the back of the dory. Intrigued. I wanted to know more. We were far enough from the beach that you’d need binoculars to identify us.
“Well,” I offered, “Where do we go from here?”
I hadn’t noticed the shift in her as she revealed her secrets to me. But now I could see that she had grown visibly uncomfortable. She knew the risks of telling me her inner world and her posture had tightened up as she spoke.
I enjoyed seeing this sensitive side of her, especially after our last encounter. It was sexy to see the vulnerability she offered me with her story. I now knew something about her that no one had ever heard.
She was trusting me, and her fate was temporarily in my hands.
Knowing vulnerable was not a color she enjoyed wearing, it would turn to ice if I didn’t respond exactly right, and soon. The hot sun was cooled by the wind in the bay, deceptively hiding the danger of a bad sunburn. I knew that the best way to answer was with actions, not words. She didn’t need another useless, needy man in her life.
I looked around and grabbed the nearest life jacket, tossing it to the deck at her feet.
Seeing me take action intrigued her and she leaned back, resting against the bow of the boat, spreading her long legs wide before me. I deftly approached, barely rocking the craft, and I grabbed the edges of the boat on either side of her arms. Leaning over her, gazing down at her clear, bold eyes, I slowly lowered my mouth onto hers.
She trembled at first. Her arms reaching up to feel my firm biceps. Cupping my well rounded arm with her left hand, her right gently held my face.
I pulled my salty lips back and stared into her eyes again, giving her a confident smile, before kneeling between her legs and reaching for a bottle of suntan oil.
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