Well. Where to start. I'll just tell the story. So he messaged me at 8:30, I was ready to go and off I went. He was parked on the opposite side of the road and I could feel his eyes on me as I walked towards the car. I wore my boots again. My boots are significant. When I put them on everything seems to fall into place in my head. My confusion seeps away and I am not challenged by my ego or my conditioning. They seem to strengthen me. Anyway enough of the blah.
He asked if I was ok to go for a drive, I said I didn't mind. I was so nervous. I told him so. Before I left I felt as if I was going to pass out. It was a healthy nervousness though. I never realised exactly how empowering giving in to my "dirty" desires could be.
We drove around for a few minutes, then he found a perfectly dark alley. He reversed up towards the end and I swear I felt like I was in some sort of movie. We sat as he turned the car off and there was a moment of well..hi.
He asked me if I liked being blindfolded. I said yes. He intructed me to open the glovebox and that there was something inside a bag, I was to take it out. It was a leather blindfold. In the darkness, I mistook it for black but when I got home later that evening, I took it out and realised it was blood red. Mmmm. Perfect.
I was so pleased, I asked if he wanted me to put it on and he chuckled, yes. He fastened it around my head, I could smell the clean leather smell and it was killing me. "Is that too tight?" no, I replied, my mind agreeing that it could be tighter. "I want you to just sit there, while I admire you." I had worn a black satin skirt, brown knitted jumper (it was so cold) my boots and no underwear. I'd also forgotten that I had knocked out an earring while getting ready and hadn't put it back on. Tsk tsk. I sat in the darkness, revelling in how having the blindfold on was making me feel.
Slight interjection. Now I am just making this up as I go along. I really have no idea of the way to act, particular etiquettes or customs. I am doing what feels right to me. Both times I have been with this man, I have not had an orgasm. And it hasn't seemed important. Is that strange? I love the fact I cannot see, it heightens my stimulation unbelievably. What is it about my persona that likes to be at the mercy of a person?
I had a moment of feeling really crap. I felt like crying. What sort of women with integrity and respect allows this to be done to her? But I rode that moment and came out the other side stronger and more resolved. I like it. My respect and integrity are not demeaned by my desires. My desires do not make me a bad person.
I love heels! Totally random, but I just put a pair on and I love them! I have to meet my friend for lunch soon.
So, back to the story. There I am sitting blindfolded in a dark alley with a man I have met so he can fuck my mouth. "I want you to feel safe" I felt the tension drain out of me. I relaxed into the chair and spread my legs a little. "Good girl" I sat there for what seemed like forever, his fingertips caressing my bare thigh, my heartbeat racing and my breath catching in my throat. He motioned with his hand for me to give him better access so I perched my leg up high on the side of the car door. He teased me for an eternity, but I didn't want it to stop. You know that feeling of when you want it so bad but you don't want it handed to you. You want to have to struggle and beg to get what you want. I like the denial. It really fucking excites me.
His hand gradually crept up my thigh till he was brushing his fingertips over my clit. I hiked me skirt up higher and moaned my appreciation, and his touch became more purposeful. I felt like he was going to make me cum, but I was so high from the situation that it would creep in and then creep away. He told me to wet his fingers with my tongue, then put his fingers down my top and started twisting my nipples. I was instructed to hold my tongue out, firm and he occasionally would lean in and lick it with his tongue, or bite my lip. He would suckle near my ear and I must say that has always driven me wild, even before I began to explore this part of my sexual psyche.
| Your Psyche is Red |
 You are bright, bold, energetic, and intense. Your upbeat, zany energy inspires those who are down. Spontaneous and playful, you also have a courageous and fearless side. When you are too red: you are angry, overprotective, and truly scary. When you don't have enough red: you are depleted and lifeless. |
Funny. Anyway, where was I? Ooo. He told me turn over on to my left side and lift my skirt up to expose my ass. Started playing with my cunt then my ass, a few light spanks. As he was fingering me I felt his warm tongue on my ass cheek. Divine. "I want to put my cock in your ass, but I think it's too big." I said I could take it. At this point I am still facing the window, blindfolded, my wet cunt and ass exposed. I hear him putting on a condom. "Thank you " I say quietly. "It's the only way, bella." He tries to fuck me in the ass but it hurts as I let him in. The angle was all wrong. He asked if it was hurting? Yes, I whimpered and he says we will stop. I said if I lay on my stomach and him on top of me I could take him. He was such a gentleman about it. I wanted it so much but I guess the moment had passed.
He took the condom off and told me to turn around, I took his cock in my hand and I stared at where I thought it should be. "You remembered." He told me to use my mouth. In my eagerness, I scraped him with my teeth. He told me off sternly, "I want your tongue and lips, not your teeth." I continued, gagging when his cock hit the back of my throat. He continued his assault on my ass, occasionally spanking me. I asked if I could see him and he slid my blindfold off. He was beautiful and so was his hard cock. He told me to open my mouth and masturbated his cock against my exposed tongue. "When I tell you engulf it you will and you will not waste a drop, is that clear?" "Yes..I know I wasted some last time." "Yes, you did and that won't happen this time..."
He kept masturbating and when he shot in my mouth I sucked every last drop of cum from his cock. He groaned as he climaxed, "Good girl". I rested my chin on his stomach, and looked up at him as he caressed my head. I scooted up a bit and kissed him gently on the mouth, then buried my face in his chest. "You smell good." "Do I?" he chuckled. "Did you really buy this for me?" "Yes". "I love it" We stayed like this for awhile longer then I went to fix myself up.
We sat in silence, then somehow got chatting. I think I asked him if it would go further between us. It turns out he is on a journey as well. He is in the middle of a divorce. He talked for awhile, I got the sense he hadn't really been able to open up to anyone properly. I sat holding his hand and stroking his arm, listening and interjecting occasionally. He even questioned his ability to be a Dom, but I think he was backing away, because he still had feelings for his wife. I told him not to underestimate himself. We got to such an amicable point, I think we were both lost for words. I couldn't help but giggle when he was pulling up his pants. It was just beautiful.
We probably won't see each other again like that, but we might catch up for a drink sometime. Who knows. I'm just satisfied that I was lucky enough to meet this sweet, gorgeous man who fulfilled one of my fantasies. Who helped me learn so much more about my self, and who acted with dignity, respect and integrity at all times.
I sort of wish we could take it further, we had such strong sexual chemistry, but it seemed to fizzle after we became buddies. Funny. Only time can tell I suppose. I know I want more. So much more. I wish that I could explore more with him but I'm happy to just let it be what it was. We had what we had and I loved it. When I got home later, I took out my blindfold and just smelled it. Relived the moment. The power of it made me cry. I was literally holding it to my chest and sobbing with joy. Is that weird? I'll always have my red leather blindfold to remind me.
He dropped me off in front of my house and I kissed him on the cheek goodbye. Twice. I was just feeling so much affection for him. "We'll keep in touch, yeah?" "Definitely" he replied. "Can I send you dirty messages?" I asked with a cheeky grin on my face. "Of course, I think I'd like that." he smiled.
So, there you have it. Amazing. I love it all. I want more. Post again soon.
bella xo
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