When I met Sarah, I thought I’d be the luckiest guy on the planet, sexually speaking. Always eager for sex, we did it daily. Even during her tough time of the month, she’d happily offer her mouth and butt. How did I start my day? No way I’d miss out on morning oral. It even showed in my attitude—happier, more positive, full of energy. At first, I didn’t notice, but my coworkers were on it. I thought it was just their opinion, but they were right. A major change had happened in my life.
Sometimes I wondered… how did she end up in my life? Why did she choose me? Do I really deserve her? Philosophical questions that might not have a point, but I couldn’t help but think about them for a moment. Sarah made me think about sex all day. Starting with the morning oral, where she’d take care of my manhood responsibly. She’d slip under the covers, spread my legs while I was asleep, and lie on her stomach between them.
We sleep completely naked. She’d take my whole manhood in her mouth, play with it, tease it with her tongue, pull it with her lips. It would get hard in her mouth, but she wouldn’t let go until it was fully erect. She’d start sucking quietly. I’d moan and squirm… in my mind, a dream sequence of sex would play, then I’d wake up and realize she was at it again. She’d wake up before me and do this, sucking with so much passion. You could see it in her eyes, in her attitude.
I’d push the covers aside and look at her sleepily, her with a small smile, my manhood deep in her mouth… moving slowly up and down. I realized she always woke up before me. I still didn’t get why she did it… for my pleasure or hers? Could this be a way to start the day, with oral and a ton of protein? Is this her pleasure?
Morning Rituals and Daytime Teases
She never touched my manhood with her hands, just her lips and tongue. She’d suck while looking into my eyes, her big blue eyes like the sea. She felt me, knew when to speed up. I loved seeing her lips at the base of my manhood. And it’s not like I have a small one. Before her, I’d never met a woman who could deepthroat. I’d seen it in movies, but I figured those people were porn stars, trained, experienced… and Sarah, at 25, seemed like she’d been doing it forever. How many guys had she been with before me? Did she do this with all of them?
She wouldn’t stop until I finished in her mouth. She’d move quickly, up and down… moan with me, always looking at me. In those moments, I felt like climbing the walls… I’d scream, thrash, clutch the crumpled sheets… tense up… aaahh… the jet would catch her halfway up my manhood, she’d immediately go down, take it all in, and stay there, swallowing every jet of cum. I couldn’t always watch her, but when I could, I saw her watching me the whole time. Was she feeding off the pleasure she gave me? Could that be why she didn’t want anything in return, at least not in the morning?
During the day, I’d get hot messages all the time, like: “Your cum was delicious, babe… I miss your cock… I want it inside me tonight… I want you to fuck me hard… my pussy is melting for you.” To be fair, I’d reply in kind, and that kept me hard most of the time. Thank God for underwear to keep things under control, otherwise… big trouble.
When it was time to head home, the messages would flow again, in the same provocative tone. Was she doing this on purpose to make me dependent on her or to make sure I didn’t go to other women? Who would want another woman when they had Sarah? Sometimes I wondered, with how often I ejaculated… from the first hour of the morning, then when I got home, another solid oral session, and at night before bed when we had sex… how long could I keep up this pace? Don’t even get me started on weekends, if we stayed home, sex almost all day.
Questions and Doubts
The questions wouldn’t leave me alone, and I wanted to find answers. Why was I even looking for them? I didn’t know, I just knew everything seemed too good, too perfect for me. She was a very beautiful woman, I was a modest, average guy with a decent salary. It felt like she was dedicating herself to me sexually, and I wasn’t even giving her half back. How could I repay her? What were her fantasies?
One evening, I gathered my courage. We’d had sex until exhaustion, three good hours. She had multiple orgasms, I had two… one during vaginal contact and the second during oral, just how she liked it. Lying on the bed, her head on my chest, both of us panting, sweaty, and tired… the idea came to me to ask about her fantasies.
“Why are you asking?”
“We’ve been together for almost four months, and I feel like I don’t know much about you.”
“Don’t you like how we have sex?” she asked, her eyes full of curiosity.
“It’s not about that. What we do is perfect, if anything, I feel like I’m getting too much from you and giving too little.”
“What makes you think I’m getting too little?”
“I don’t know, that’s just how I feel. You’re a very beautiful woman with an insatiable sexual appetite… I adore you, don’t get me wrong, I don’t want you to change. Still, I’d like to give you more, if I can give more. Do you have any sexual preferences I don’t know about?”
“For me, it’s perfect,” she said confidently… “I have an idea, what if next Saturday we pick a location, break the routine, stay at a hotel, anywhere… what do you say?”
“Sounds perfect,” I said, but I had no idea what surprises awaited me.
A Weekend Getaway
The following Saturday, as planned, we went to the train station with no specific plan, bought tickets for the first departing train, and decided where to get off along the way. That’s how we ended up in Aspen. Perfect, I thought to myself. I’d never been there. During the day, we walked around the town, explored unknown places, took the gondola, ate whatever we wanted. At night, we chose to stay in the center.
I was sure we’d have sex, no way we’d miss that, but I didn’t know how things would unfold. We entered the room, I wanted to take off my clothes, and she told me not to, not yet. Mmmm… sounded interesting. She told me to wait for her. She went to the bathroom with something to change into. When she came out, my jaw dropped. She was wearing a tight shirt that showed off her cleavage, a very short skirt, and a pair of black high heels.
Wow. She looked stunning. She came to me and said that tonight we’d play a role and that she wanted me to get into it without asking questions. What was going to happen? This mystery was killing me.
“Hold me tight!” she commanded… “Aahh… Tighter! Kiss my neck! I want you to dominate me!”
It was something new for me. I hoped I could get into the role she wanted. When we reached the bed, she told me to throw her onto it. I did… “Get on top of me! Hold my hands tight!” I wasn’t expecting this. I was trying my best to do what she said, but I didn’t want to hurt her. “Squeeze me hard! Yesss… Like that! Kiss me hard!” Slowly, I got into the role. I transformed a bit, but I wasn’t aware of it. My goal was just to satisfy her, to meet her expectations.
“Tie my hands to the bed!” she said.
“With what?” I reacted.
“You’ll find something in my bag…”
I wasn’t expecting to find several meters of rope in her bag. I went back to her… climbed on top of her, tied each hand… “Tie me tight!” she mentioned… “Tighter! Yesss, that’s good!” Then I tied her hands to the bedpost. I thought that was it, but no. While I was kissing her like a madman, a madman transformed by her, she said… “Rip my shirt!” Without thinking much, I pulled hard. The buttons flew everywhere. Her black bra was revealed.
“Take my breasts out! Pull hard on my bra!” Nothing mattered anymore. I pulled hard on it, couldn’t rip it, but managed to free her breasts… “Bite my breasts!” That was really new. She’d never asked for that before. The next moment, I had her right nipple in my mouth. I sucked a bit… “Bite me!” I bit her, gently at first, then harder and harder until I heard her satisfaction… “Yesss…”
“Rip my panties!” Before she finished saying it, I grabbed the edge and pulled hard until they were in my hand. They were made of several strings. My manhood was hard, adrenaline got to me too. I was perfectly in her role. I took out my manhood, positioned it, and entered her. I pushed hard, harder than we’d ever done. My attitude was to her liking… “Yesss…” Still, she looked at me with hatred, with contempt. She was playing her role well.
“Pretend you have a knife in your hand!” she said confidently.
Immediately… the next moment, I had my fist clenched, as if I had a dagger pointed at her.
“Show me you want to cut me!” With my fist clenched, I brought my hand to my throat and simulated a cut from one side to the other, then brought my hand to her throat, doing the same, then said something I didn’t realize at the moment… “You slut, if you don’t stay still, I’ll cut your throat! I’ll fuck you until you don’t know yourself anymore!”
I grabbed her throat with both hands, not too hard, moved strongly in her… it didn’t matter how hard I hit inside her, against her body. I was determined to complete the task. Sarah screamed at me… “Yesss… Fuck me, fuck me hard! Aahhh…” The orgasms she had, one after another, made her lose consciousness for a few moments. That’s when I freaked out a bit. I tried to untie her, calling her name.
“I’m here, I’m fine,” she said through barely open lips.
I breathed a sigh of relief, sat next to her, my head on her shoulder. Later, I untied the ropes, and we fell asleep like that, without even taking a shower. The little scare convinced me to find out what was wrong with her? What kind of fantasy was this? The next day, I hoped we’d have this conversation.
“What happened last night? It was very different. After last night, I feel like I don’t know you at all.”
“I like the adrenaline, the feeling of danger. I don’t know if I’ve always been like this, but an ex-boyfriend showed me this side.”
“I see…”
“If you never want to do this again, I understand. It’s a new situation, and maybe you can’t fully understand it.”
“It’s true, I can’t fully understand it. I need to think about it more.”
The conversation was longer, but I’ve shared the most important parts. The mysterious woman in my bed had shown her true face. When you try to discover certain aspects of your life partner, ask yourself if you’re ready to find out, otherwise, you’ll be in for a shock. I wasn’t ready. What other aspects do I need to learn about Sarah? Am I ready to find out?
My god :O