1. A Slut's Curiosity


    Date: 1/1/2018, Categories: Hardcore, Author: CherryRedGirl, Source: LushStories

    I was always interested in dominant and submissive relationships in the bedroom. The thought of a strong man dominating me and showing me who was boss intrigued and excited me. A part of me thought I shouldn't feel this way, that it was wrong and perverted to feel so masochistic. But another part of me, the side that I kept hidden and locked away in my deepest recesses of my mind, wanted to be held down, slapped, choked, screamed at, used and abused like a slut. I finally found someone who I could unveil this side of me to. Anthony started out as a friend. We would spend hours talking about our lives, jobs, favourite TV shows and music, and eventually, sex. He was very open-minded, never judging me or shooting me a strange look when I revealed a new fantasy. On one drunken night we revealed our darkest desires to each other. It turned out we had similar interests, although mine were less explored. He eagerly volunteered to show me the ropes of his craft. Anthony was 6'3" and hefty, not fat. He had broad shoulders and strong legs, biceps that I could wrap both of my hands around and my fingers wouldn't touch each other. He made me feel like a nymph compared to a giant. The perfect big strong man to make me feel small and usable, exactly as I wanted. One day I rustled up the courage to begin my experimental journey. I subtly flashed him a peek at my breasts as I leaned forward and let my shirt fall, or rested my hand on his thigh, inching it dangerously close to his package. ...
    He tried to put on an air of confidence, but I sensed his nerves, noticed him tripping over his words. We locked eyes, and leaned into each other, our lips drawn to the other's as if we were magnetized. My lips grazed his which were trembling slightly. He tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. He kissed me gently, running his hand up my thigh and slowly spreading my legs. His fingers lightly circled my clit through my clothing. He pulled the fabric to the side so that he could actually feel me, soaking up my wetness and rubbing it over my clit. He whispered in my ear, "I'll take care of you." He became more sure of himself and kissed me with a passion. We explored each others bodies, my hands traveling over his back, across his chest, and through his hair. His traveled up and down my sides, starting at my hips and slowly tracing up to just under my arms, tickling me and grazing the sides of my breasts. I wrapped my arms tightly around his back, pulling him closer as we kissed. My tongue parted his lips and entered his mouth. My nails lightly traced patterns in his back and his fingers intertwined in my hair. We peeled our shirts off of each other, and he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. He marveled at the sight of my tits and took each in his hands. I was enjoying this moment, but mostly I was growing impatient. We could make out any time, but tonight was about fulfilling my fantasy. I nibbled on his lip and dug my nails deeper into his skin. I wanted to leave my ...
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