1. The Meeting


    Date: 5/23/2017, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Hardcore, Author: amabarrettsub, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    two plates with what appeared to be chicken and some sort of vegetables. We ate, washed up, the spent the rest of the evening chatting. I felt better in the robe, less exposed and vulnerable, but still a little shy. Which was odd, considering the day’s events. I found myself blushing at some of your questions but answered truthfully. I remember how you grinned at my shyness, humor in your smile now that your inner Sadist had been satiated. Cleanup was quick, both of us working together quietly. I wasn’t sure what was next, but it felt very late. I was tired, my limbs felt heavy and a little sore. All I wanted now was a long, deep sl**p. I leaned against the counter and sighed, considering the drive back to the hotel. You didn’t have any intentions of me driving that night, but I wasn’t aware of that at the time. Not until you reached for my hand, leading me behind you through the door I had passed earlier, into your bedroom. This was unexpected. You actually laughed at the expression on my face, which must have shown some kind of apprehension, before reaching down to untie my robe. It fell open, making me shiver in embarrassment again. I don’t know why, after being naked for you all day, but I still felt shy and insecure. Somehow, this felt different. You stood there, just gazing at me as I fidgeted, my body half-hidden by the robe. Finally you motioned for me to sit. I complied, watching you curiously. I wasn’t sure what you had planned next, except that it wasn’t sl**p. I ...
    tensed slightly when you sat beside me and leaned in close, gaze locking with mine, blue gazing into green. I felt a quickening sense of excitement as you cupped the side of my face with one hand, tilting it upward toward you. Your lips descended and my breath caught as you kissed me. Not demanding or harsh, not possessive or bruising or anything else I would have expected; your kiss was soft and sweet, gently deepening as I relaxed into it, your tongue slipping inside to tease and explore. I sighed softly, leaning toward you, seeking more. You obliged, sliding your hand around the back of my head before gently easing me backward until my head rested on the bed. My eyes fluttered open when you raised your head and I gazed up at you, flushed and breathless. You smiled sweetly, using your free hand to lightly stroke my collarbone, drifting down to caress the swell of my breast. I tensed when your hand brushed across my nipple; it was still tender and swollen, but you stroked it lightly. Soothingly. I relaxed again. Your hand continued exploring, lightly tracing the welts and marks, shaking your head at me slightly when I reached to touch you. I sighed; I wanted to feel your skin, but I didn’t want to push you when you were being so gentle. I let my arm fall back onto the bed, waiting to see what you would do next. You sat up to straddle me, studying the marks you had left on my flesh. Your hands slid over them lightly, teasing nerves back into life. You took your time, savoring ...