ah, a man fantasy...they've been coming more frequently these days and now I have help.
I'm caught off guard. We've flirted incessantly lately, your stories of dappled bottoms and glimpses of your whiskers have remained in my thoughts more than I care to confess. We talk about the distance...having not met. We talk about power and love and sensuality, exploring from two completely different angles...I've loved women for so long now. But you talk of being inside a woman and I know exactly what you mean-from both sides. Intriguing, eh?
There is a knock at my door, which, save the postman, is rare. It's a Friday night and I've been out with a friend, sipping wine, bemoaning our sexless lives...so I expect her and there, in my tiny peephole (I know...sounds naughty in the context) are broad shoulders and short beard. My brain is confused and I feel things tilt, just a little. Realizing this is a defining moment, I open the door. "Rogue?". You've made quite the trip. Quite the trip. For me.
So many reasons to be cautious, to be afraid, but we've been writing so long and you have so many friends. You step inside and press me to the wall, and I inhale deeply as your cover my mouth, hard, tongue so alive inside. I love a man's beard, so much like pussy. The dichotomy is thrilling. You know too much, too much of what I like and want, grabbing my wrists hard at my sides as you continue to kiss, bite, lick at my mouth, moving down to my neck, again I feel your teeth...and then my knees buckle. You help me to the sofa, sitting and pulling me on you to straddle and face you. You smell so good, so much like "man", cologne, body...at some point my shirt is off (thank God the nice bra is on!) and you are at my breasts, handling them just rough enough, and then you stop and look deeply into my eyes-hold my gaze. Your hands are in my hair then, gently pulling and kissing me like you mean it...like you really want me and I believe you do.
I'm aware, now, of the hardness in your jeans and nature's need to grind takes over and I'm possessed. I unbutton your shirt, rub my hands through the hair (it feels so foreign) and lean down to bite your nipple. You snap my head back by the hair and tell me "wait". It is then I remember than you dominate, not me. I nod.
You stand and take your shirt off, and I am in bra and panties and then I am at your crotch, rubbing your hard cock, looking up at you for permission as I lean into bite through the thick cloth, bite what I remember. You moan, head thrown back, hair grazing your back. You pull me harder to you and I unzip, just a bit, afraid, unsure. The length of you is revealed and my mouth has a mind of its own and I've surrounded you and am devouring, teeth, lips, tongue. You push me back down and begin to bite my nipples, hard, through the lace of my bra, grabbing and pulling and I'm animal, need, pulling at you. You torture me, joyfully, forever and move your mouth to my panties, teasing with your hard tongue, pulling the panties aside (ah, yes, you know about this too) and exploring the best you can. I am swollen and heavy with need. Swollen and heavy.
You are inside me...one finger, two. Good God. You so know what you are doing! I've grown to underestimate men. Wrong of me. Suddenly, you pull me across your lap, face down. Oh No! I don't want to be spanked. I don't want that! You continue to explore inside me, finding and rubbing my g-spot so hard while your thumb rubs my clit and your hand massages my cheeks and firmly lands on them. Of course, you will spank. I know this. Again and again, and you rub my clit and spank and I'm small and overcome and in need and a small tear leaks...but unlike before, I am not sad. I'm relieved. To be the focus of your desire and mine. The spanking stops but you are so inside me, exploring, rubbing, pressing and I have a need and you know what it is.
Your jeans are off, I am on my knees on the sofa. You thankfully protect yourself (would I have even remembered at this point?) and worship my ass for a few more moments before I feel the head of your cock seeking entry. I move to help and you slide in, barely, and pull back out, barely in and back out, again and again and finally I beg, I plead in a hoarse voice "fuck me". You do. You do. Do you have any idea how long it has been? Years since I felt taken in this way, since I was. You fuck me so hard, you don't hold back, occasionally slapping my ass for good measure, hands on my hips pulling me onto you. I am so full and you reach around and rub my clit. Honestly I don't even care if I come. I don't care, this feels so good, but you are concentrating and working it just right and your cock head is on my g-spot and you are growling in the right ways and I can tell...I really. am. going. to. come. I really am. And I do. I come so hard, fucked that way and I feel you get ready as well. Thank you. I think. Come please. Your hands dig into my flesh and you give a low rumble as you get off.
Thank you sir. Thank for arriving, unexpectedly at my door. I know you were pleasured, but I know you know what I needed. We collapse, quietly for a few minutes and I reach up to touch your face and I laugh. I laugh so hard and with abandon.