Erotic Fiction Or Fact?

The best kind of erotic stories are one that’s based on the truth. Now i’m not guaranteeing that everything in this story is fact, but what i’m suggesting is that there were certain events that led to this story. . . Here goes.

A chance encounter while shopping reconnected me with an old friend. In the past we had a friend’s with benefits kind of relationship. And to be honest I had some experience as a slightly older boy having turned 18 a while ago and she had none. But jump forward 12 years and here we are catching up over a coffee, chatting about people and places from our past and it didn’t take long for one of us to mention our more personal adventures.

It was then that I learnt I was her first, it was news to me and I took the opportunity to give a cheeky compliment that she made all the right moves and seemed to know what she was doing, a natural.

Fast forward to a few days after our catch up and I receive a text from her, she quite openly asked during our coffee date if I was tempted to go off with her to some private place and relive some of those benefits we shared before or was she alone in that thought? I replied that the more we spoke about old times the more it crept into my mind – and i left it open to flirt.

In the days that followed we continued to exchange texts that where getting more and more on the subject of reconnecting sexually. One night the phone goes off again and it’s a simple but exciting question on my screen. “what do you want to do to me?” and to tell the truth I was shook, I didn’t know how to answer, was she expecting some descriptive play by play of a sexual encounter? Or was I expected to reply in a way that I can’t even begin to understand?

For the first time in many years I felt nervous, and decided to reply with a bit of a dodge “I want to fulfill your desires, whatever you want I will do”. If her first question didn’t make me feel nervous enough her next text had me completely questioning my self-image as a experienced sexual being, she began to describe how she wanted me to tie her hands above her head, kiss & bite her as I removed her clothes, and I thought well this isn’t anything new to me, all things I had done before. But that’s were my experience ended and I began to realized she had become a lot more experienced in exploring herself sexually than I.

The following texts all described how she will want me to choke her, spank her if she does not give the desired response, call her names & use all manner of devices on her, she ended out stating “I want you to completely dominate me” Not knowing what to say I responded with a joke “my safe word is keep going” to witch I was told safe words are useless when she is gauged.

I was both excited and nervous, she was defiantly requesting a kind of play I had never done. And I was running though my head, how do I go about this? How do I completely dominate someone and be in total control of another’s body, and that’s when I realized, she is the one who is in control here. She had outlined exactly what she wanted and I was putting all my thoughts and effort into how to successfully do this to her satisfaction. I had become so obsessed with making sure she was satisfied I didn’t even care if I enjoyed it. I felt like I was the slave here not her.

This was the first time my confidence as a dominant sexual being was challenged. She had told me that when we first had sex I was her first. But now I felt like I was the new one, nervous and scared of getting it wrong. And so I did what a lot of people would do, I completely hid my worries from her and acted like it was nothing new, not wanting her to know that this was new ground for me. Fake it till I make it I had decided.

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And so came the day when she invited me around. By this point there was no beating around the bush in how she spoke to me. “bring something to restrain me, and plenty of toys to fuck me with”

For a moment I considered the irony, she is the one completely in control of this situation in which I am to play the part of the one in control and boy had the tables turned from all those years ago where I was the one who knew what they were doing. A very new road lay ahead of me as I drove to her house, bag of toys sitting in the seat next to me, trying to compose myself and squash my clear nervous excitement. I received one final text before I arrived “the door is unlocked, I’m waiting”…..

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