Preface:
This is my first story, so please be gentle. I wrote this as a sort of compilation of all the things I would do to my long-distance partner, and as such, it is written with our taste in mind as well as our little quirks. It is also dedicated to her. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is very appreciated.
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"Well, here I am."
She was stunned as she saw me there, standing in the doorway; finally in the flesh, as she had fantasised so many times with me. She knew I was coming. Well, perhaps not when, exactly, but I did warn her. Maybe she thought I was joking, or even bluffing. She took a moment to collect herself, shutting the door on me for a moment and taking some deep breaths.
I knocked on the door again.
"Did I come at a bad time?"
She threw the door open once again and pulled me inside, kissing me for the first time. My arms wrapped around her, holding her, as I continued what she initiated. Though, not for long, as she pulled away, looking down and biting her lip.
"Nice to meet you too."
She grinned and looked up at me with brown, longing eyes. She had been waiting for me for some time, clearly. But, she wasted no time. She dragged me along upstairs and planted herself on the bed, inviting me to come and sit with her.
She looked so fine, so full of desire as though her heart was set on this course. We had discussed boundaries, actions and all manner of dirty things before finally going through with it. She seemed more certain than I was, and yet I was the one who was supposed to be in control. Her mind was transfixed on the passion about to occur between us, but my own was racing. I was nothing short of nervous.
"Is everything okay, sir?" She inquired, staring longingly at me with those big brown eyes.
"I'm not sure. I can't tell if I wanted this to be all talk or not. Now that you're here..."
"What do you mean, sir?"
I wasn't quite sure of what I meant myself.
She was sitting next to me on the bed. A fine figure, curvy in the right places and very short, but she knew how to maintain a cute little package. Her proportions matched my own, as I am quite a little man. She continued watching me, waiting for an answer and biting her lip.
"I think it's just cold feet. I'm being ridiculous." I answered as I pulled her head toward my own, caressing her neck and planting a hand on her thigh, gripping all the while.
There's nothing to second guess. This is what she and I both wanted. With our lips interlocked, and tongues battling playfully, I began to move over and on top of her. I knew she liked this time, waiting in bliss for the climax of the session. Everything but the fuck was what she appreciated. But, being my toy, what she enjoyed the most was bending to my will. But I obliged her for the moment, giving her what she wanted.
She wanted me to grope her, and so I did. I grabbed and pinched at every inch of her still clothed body. As part of our game, she wasn't allowed to wear bras; she knew I hated them. Being the good, obedient toy that she was, she didn't have any, and her nipples were piercing through her thin cotton shirt.
She wanted me to bite her, and so I did. My mouth separated from hers, and I began to journey around her neck with it, biting, and sucking hard. A mark of my ownership upon her. Her breathing became heavy, and she began to pant. When I finally stopped 'kissing' her, I left with a loud popping noise, to which she exclaimed with an outcry of pain.
"Good toys are silent."
My statement made her mood switch from sadomasochistic pleasure to a wide-eyed fear of the treatment she knew she was about to receive. I bit down hard on the bruise I had just created on her neck and sucked hard like a vampire. She tried to bury her cries of pain but couldn't help but let out a few squeaks.
All this, and yet not a single button of her shirt was yet undone. The build-up to my favourite period was slow and excruciating, but it was beautiful in its own right. Watching her writhe in anticipation made me very pleased. Yet, there was a distinct lack of dirty talk from myself, which was uncharacteristic. Perhaps it was stage fright. I considered it a ripe moment to remedy that.
"Did that little nip hurt you, my sweet little bitch? Don't tell me those little winces were honest. You're going to be in big trouble if this is your limit."
But there was no response. I slithered up to her ear, and whispered...
"I asked you a question. You're to speak when you're spoken to." As I nibbled playfully at her ear.
"Y-yes sir, that did hurt me a little bit." She stammered in response.
It seemed as though she was hardly able to mete out an answer, her body was so hot and her breathing was so heavy, her voice was high and her eyes were closed.
I had kissed her cheek and snaked my right hand across her chest, down her cleavage, on all parts of her still fully-clothed stomach and down under her skirt. I only wanted to probe her wetness, and already her panties were soaked through, with juices beginning to run down her legs. This was too much too fast, but that only works in my favour. I didn't want to pick up the pace, I wanted to experiment. I wanted to see how weak I could make her without the use of anything but my voice, my mouth and my hands.
"Your cunt is so sopping wet, are you such a horny little slut that you can't stop the torrent of pussy juice from running down your leg?"
My tone was violent, and she became red like a tomato with embarrassment. She tried to formulate a witty response but her mind did not allow for it.
