The Poet

I met him at a poetry reading at the local library. It was the first time I'd been there and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He had the exact build I like. Large, muscular, bald and a tight goatee. I'm not into straggly beards. Although I love the way the whiskers tickle the inside of my thighs, I don't particularly enjoy the kissing. This guys beard was perfect for kissing and so were his full lips. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he read and I think he knew.

I listened to the smoothness of his baritone voice as he read and I was enthralled. It was if we were alone in the room. Just him and I and this growing need between us. He was sitting behind the lowered podium and we were at eye level. We communicated wordlessly and knew what each other wanted. My excitement grew by the second. I'm getting fucked tonight. It's been a while and I need the release. I need to sit on top and just grind. I love being on top. The sense of power is such a trip for me.

After he finished reading and the facilitator ended the poetry reading, I began to walk towards the podium. That's when he wheeled himself away and came towards me with a huge smile and a twinkle in his eyes. I think he thought I might be startled, but little does he know this is my fantasy. When I was younger, I was at a college party and there was a sexy guy in a wheelchair. I was so turned on as I imagined all the things we could do as we would have to be creative. Little did I know at the time that there may be some obstacles we would have to overcome, and as he explained that he couldn't satisfy me sexually, and he wheeled himself away, I stood there while my mind was racing. I wanted to run after him and reassure him that it was okay, that I would just sit in his lap and we could kiss. There's other ways to be satisfied besides penetration, and I wanted to give that to him. Tonight as I looked at my new friend, my eyes began to twinkle also as his began to widen a bit. Boy is he in for a treat.

We talked, we flirted and then in the all too familiar age-old language of sex, we just knew. Tonight we were both getting something and it was erotic as fuck.

I met him in a room at a hotel about ten minutes away. I stopped to get some makeup remover, deodorant, toothbrush and toothpaste and some bottled water. I was going to have to take my thyroid medication in the morning and even though the hotel would most likely have water, I didn't want to chance it. You could say it's a life saving medication, I could die if I went without it for more than a few days. Talk about life saving. I think we're going to save each other tonight.

My thyroid levels have been off since my surgery a few months ago, and left without a thyroid and having some complications (like low libido), it's imperative that I take my meds every day. Tonight you'd never know I've been having trouble getting off. Tonight I'm going to scream my fucking head off, I need this. But I understand that it may be different than I'm accustomed to and that thought excites me even more. I left my fuck bag at home and needed my essentials. I wasn't planning on this. There no way in hell I could have imagined that my kinky fantasy would come true tonight.

He was waiting in his chair fully clothed. I was happy to see him still dressed. There's nothing better than slowly undressing a man after I've given a slow strip show. I was shaking was so excited. I wondered if he knew. He seemed to be able to see directly into my soul.

I found my iPhone and my sexy playlist. A set of erotic instrumentals was perfect for tonight. I stood in front of him and began to perform. Like I said, this was my show and I'm in control here. When I get done he's going to be begging me to help find his soul I just snatched.

I reached behind me and unhooked my red lace bra. When I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, his eyes widened when he saw my lingerie. I guess this guy digs red. How lucky for me. When my breasts were released I could hear him quietly gulp. Yes baby, these are all yours. You can suckle to your hearts content. Hell, I can cum if the person is good enough.

I slowly wiggled out of my pants and turned around and wiggled my ass. I could hear him chuckle. But, good boy that he is, he hasn't said a word. All you can hear is the music and the slight sounds he makes every couple of seconds as he sees something new. I bent over and touched my toes and looked behind me and winked. I gave him a sexy little smile and slowly stood back up, looking at him all the while. Then I turned around and began to take off my red lace panties.

I hooked both thumbs in the waist band and took them down ever so slowly. I had to widen my stance a bit. The lace was sticking to my pussy as I was getting wet. It was a bit difficult to get them down gracefully, but I don't think he noticed. He looked at me with such appreciation. This guy is sexy as fuck and my striptease is turning both of us on. Something shifted though and within seconds, I found myself looking to please him. I wanted to be his good girl all of a sudden, his pet. When I looked into his eyes he looked so commanding and forceful. It was then that I realized this was no ordinary dude. Holy fuck, I picked up a Dom.

When I was naked I stood there with my arms at my sides and waited. And waited. There were no more sounds of approval coming from this man. The only sounds in the room were the music and my breathing, which became heavy and labored. Oh yeah, and the beating of my heart. I thought he could hear it as I imagined it flying right out of my chest.

"Come here," he said in a low, commanding tone that demanded complete obedience. I slowly stepped forward and walked up to his wheelchair. Again, standing naked in silence. Damn, this is turning me on so much. I have no clue what this guys gonna do and the excitement has me dripping. I have an aching need and instinctively, my hand traveled to my pussy. He didn't have to say anything, his look said it all. I stopped and stared at him with my heart beating wildly and my pussy seeping. My legs began to slightly shake. I wondered if he noticed. I needed to sit down. Then at least I would feel something there and I could collect myself. But no chance of that. "Undress me," he whispered. "But kiss me first. I want to taste your lips and your fear."

That turned me on so fucking much. I leaned in and kissed him and got lost in his embrace. His large, muscular arms engulfed me and my body sighed as it gave in and I slumped against his chest. It was like coming home. I can't describe it, but at that moment everything felt right and I just knew. I want to make this man happy. I want to be obedient, I want to service him. I would do anything for him at that moment. I'd rob a bank for this dude. What was her name? Patty something? The woman who got brainwashed into robbing banks. I can understand why now if one of those men were like this guy.

He stopped kissing me and nodded. I took off his tie and began to slowly unbutton his shirt while looking into his eyes. Once, I looked down at a button and his finger went under my chin and he lifted my face back up to his. It was such a gentle gesture, that for a second I was confused. He smiled even though his eyes darkened and I smiled. When I got to his trousers he stopped me. "Enough." His voice was deeper, angry, but there was a twinge of pain and at that point I was the one who knew. This man is vulnerable. He is the Dom so he doesn't have to be hurt and my heart went out to him. I lightly grazed the top of his hand with mine and said, "okay, Sir," even though there was an unspoken agreement between us that I wouldn't speak. I'm going to give this guy what he needs tonight. No doubt about it.

He pointed to the dresser and I hopped on, spread my legs and sat with my hands behind my back, which allowed me to slightly raise my ass. He wheeled himself over and without a word, leaned in for a long, slow lick. This man is a master at giving head, a real pussy pleaser. My senses reeled as he sucked my clit until she was swollen and engorged. Then he lightly bit and my pelvis bucked. I could feel his whiskers and little tiny droplets of electricity zapped all over my body as I sighed. Within a few minutes I felt a sudden pressure building deep inside my pussy and I instinctively tensed. This master of pleasure placed his hand on my mound and began to slightly apply light pressure. My body listened as my head and pussy exploded into a million tiny shards and my love juice sprang forth like a fountain. Fuuuuuuck! I think I'm in love.

Over and over he pleasured me, and each time I reached my peak, he backed up a bit and partook of my offering. Everything was soaked, including this guy's face and chest. After what seemed like an eternity, I slowly and shakily eased myself off the dresser. My legs felt like rubber bands. Then I crawled onto his lap, rested my head on his wet chest and he caressed my auburn tresses. I could hear him take in a deep breath as I climbed on top of him. After a few minutes of reveling in the comfort he was giving me, I began to kiss his chest. I took a nipple in my mouth lightly as he gulped for air. Now it's his turn.

My hand reached for his other nipple and I tweaked the tiny bud if it was a woman's. Might as well have been, because it got so hard I thought he would turn into a statue. Not on my watch. This guy is going to feel everything I give him.

I began to lightly kiss his neck as I trailed my fingers on his chin. This man is fine. I can't believe my luck tonight. I kissed his face, avoiding his lips. I placed kisses on his cheeks, his forehead and his nose. Then I leaned in and laid my cheek against his and breathed in my scent. It still clung to his skin and I grew heady with arousal. I turned my head and brushed his eyelashes with my own a few times and smiled. This felt so right. Just like earlier when I was in his arms, I felt like I was home and I never wanted to leave. I planted soft kisses on each eyelid and when he wasn't expecting it, I licked and nibbled on his full bottom lip. Then I placed all the passion I was feeling fully onto his lips. He began to kiss me back and we were lost in each other for what felt like an eternity. They were soul searing kisses that took my breath away and tender kisses that were romantic and made me feel like he cared for me. Somewhere along the line he put his arms around me, one at my waist and one at the back of my neck. I melted into him and sighed. "It's alright baby, I got you," I heard just before I gave into the passion and the excitement of the night and passed out.

I woke up sitting at my kitchen table, slumped over with my notebook in my hand. The poem I was trying to write looked half-done and the glass of red wine on the table in front of me came into full view. I sat there in stunned silence for a few moments, before I sat up and slowly looked around the room. He's not here. I'm not in a hotel room, I'm not even at the library. As the realization that it was all just a dream hit me, I could taste the saltiness of a tear.