Pleasant submission

From time to time, as I turned and looked through the window, I saw the full moon lightly pulling its way through the clear starry sky, stealing the time frighteningly fast. However, I was trapped in a frenzy of manifold feelings and sensory perceptions. Orange flickering candlelight, the colorful kaleidoscope shapes and colors of the large screen reflected on the walls. Quiet, unobtrusive music. On the low, square table, two long-handled wine-glasses filled with Gewurztraminer. A purring, dormant, plucky, tender-felt cat, slung right next to me and he two arm-lengths away.

I sank into the couch’s down pillows and his warm, deep eyes, listening to his voice. I laughed with him, felt with him when he talked about his pain, his born creative phases, his art, and all sorts of excessive experiences. He told me that he had scared himself earlier and showed me some scars on his forearm. I asked why he did it, that would hurt. He replied that the other pain was much greater and that the scratching had softened him, had been a valve to let the inner pain out. He sat there, so delicate and thin-skinned, with the delicate facial features and expressive eyes that mirrored his sensitive nature so much, and I understood very well what he meant. We were very close to the emotional level, so close that we did not feel the desire to physically touch us.

Until, shortly before midnight, he said it was very nice to talk to me and he would like to look at me, because he liked what he saw, but he would also like to touch me. So we moved closer together, leaning towards each other so much that our faces almost touched each other. He looked me in the eye, dived into me, we stayed for a minute in those deep gazes. Then he smiled, his voice was soft, gentle, almost a whisper. “I love your reactions to my looks so much,” he said. “How you reject them, defiant, open, self-confident, challenging, embarrassed – before you turn away. You show so many emotions, I like that very much. “

He stroked me with his dark eyes and his smile, with small crescent-shaped dimples forming in his corners of his mouth, before he raised his hand and stroked my hair with a tender gesture. I felt the desire to squeeze my cheek into his hand, leaning my forehead against his, to listen to his voice, the sweet, lulling words, while his energy gently penetrated me. I felt it so much that my breath accelerated and my blood began to pulsate tingily through my veins.

“You are so gentle, so dear,” he said. This statement aroused me abruptly from my sensual immersion, for gentle and loving was not necessarily what he was supposed to hold me. I left a little, not too much, in front of him and gave him a critical look. Again, this smile, this time easily provocative: “I know you can be different, and I like it when you’re a disgusting little beast.” A tender stroking over my cheek. We measured ourselves with glances. He smirked and I had to laugh. “I’d like to know what you think when you laugh,” he said. “Find it out,” I replied. “Oh yes, I will,” he promised as his fingers crossed my lips.

I withdrew willingly to him and his affections and he reached into my hair with one hand to hold on to me. I wrung myself and his grip tightened, while his other hand lay around my neck. I looked at him defiantly. He leaned over me and gently I felt his lips on mine. At the same time, his fingers tightened around my neck. A light, pleasant dizziness caught me, and before my eyes everything was black as he kissed me tenderly.

He loosened the handle around my neck and carefully followed my reaction. I was by no means prepared to surrender to him and tried to shake his hand out of my hair, which caused him to give me a light slap on the cheek. His face was very close to mine and I looked at him directly and provocatively. The next earpiece. His gaze grew hard, but I did not dodge him and smiled. He smiled back and I hit another punch. I knew that my behavior aroused him and kicked his ear to a higher level of physical sensation, which I enjoyed very much. The blows were gentle, but it was not about hurting me. Alone, that he dared what else I would never allow anyone, excited me to the utmost. I was so pissed off that I had to laugh. He shook his head and pulled me, laughing too, to his lap. He said, “I like your reactions, I like you to play so much.”

I was now ready to go further with him. “Now I am bigger than you and can look down on you,” I said. “Well,” he said, and continued with a very calm grin: “That does not mean anything.” I grabbed his wrists and squeezed them behind his head on the back of the couch. “What is going to happen?” He asked. We laughed and joked, and I provoked him a little with the fact that I was able to make the assertion and even to take over the power and tell him what I would do with him. To paint my words, I kissed and bit him alternately on the mouth and his shoulder. He let me go, but I could tell from his face that he would have my behavior repaid sooner or later.

“You’re quite naughty today,” he finally said, slapping me with both hands on the butt. I fluttered something, whereupon he held me with one hand and gave me a few more strokes with the other. I laughed and he said that he was not yet sure whether to shake my laughter, or whether he would like me to laugh about it. I replied that would certainly be an extremely hard decision for him. “You mean?” He asked, pressing me to his chest, and gave me some not very gentle strokes, which did not spill my laughter.

When he left me, I sat back in his lap and looked at him expectantly. “I want you to undress,” he said. I furrowed my brow angrily, which gave me another slap on the cheek. “I asked you to undress you.” I slipped out of my dress and threw it on the floor carelessly. Underneath I wore a black silk shirt. He said, “I love to look at you when you get rid of your clothes, I like that very much.” He put his arms around me, opened the closure of my bra and pulled it out of his shirt. He smiled at me and looked at me benevolently. I was now sitting on his thighs with his shirt, fishnet stockings, suspenders, and laced boots. “You like me much better,” he said.

He wore his long hair tied around his neck, which had bothered me all evening, and as he looked at me just as relaxed and relaxed, I took the opportunity to pull the ribbon out of his hair. I ran my fingers through his curls to shake them. The open, dark hair gave his regular face a wild, catlike beauty and I could not resist kissing him. “You forgot to ask if you can do that,” he said in a low voice. I had to laugh because he obviously was not relaxed enough to leave me the lead for a second.

He also laughed, stroked my hair from my face and stroked me tenderly. Too tender, so I felt compelled to grab him by the hair and bite my neck. He said, “What are you doing there again. Take your hands behind your head. “I did as I ordered, which was too uncomfortable for me, so I lowered my hands and folded my back behind my back. “You just can not hear, do you? I’ll have to tie your hands, but not yet, that would be too early. I’ll give you time. But at some point I will do it, and then it will end with the fidgeting and hold on to me. And I will know how you want to react, how you want to use your hands, but you can not and it will certainly increase my pleasure. “

I listened to his voice, to his words, felt put into the situation, to be completely surrendered to him. A pleasant performance. I kissed him. The hands buried in his hair I looked into his eyes and we reappeared into each other. “You want to say something,” he said, and it was a question, no question. I hesitated, but he looked at me. “Come, tell me.” I whispered to him, “I want to feel you when you take all your control.” I saw his pupils narrowing. “You will,” he replied. “And you know what will happen.” I nodded. Affectionately, his hands passed over my cheeks and through my hair. “You will belong to me and I will do with you what I like, take me ruthless everything I want.”

I lowered my eyes because he did not see how much these words excited me. Of course he knew it anyway, probably he had noticed that I breathed more quickly, but he said calmly, “But we are not ready yet, I will be slow, learn to read, your emotions, your reactions. Your eyes are so expressive, I can see so much in them. And when I know everything about you, I will play with you. I will know what you expect and do the unexpected. “

Fascinated, I looked into his eyes and his face, asked me how he would be and how he would feel, the passion completely seized him. “And now I’d like to do something specific with you. Do you know what that is? “He asked. I had been so upset that I did not know what he was talking about, or whether I had missed something of his words. He hit my ass. “I would like to get an answer.” I resisted him. He grabbed me and squeezed me down on the couch until I was lying on his lap. Then he spanked my butt pretty hard and persevering until I did not know if I should scream or laugh. In any case, I had to owe him the required answer.

Finally, he pulled me up again so I could sit next to him and said, laughing, “You really do not know what I mean.” Pretty pissed off his kisses kissed and I bit him. He looked down at me, and said, “Look at me.” Our eyes met, intertwined, deliberately letting him pass before he said, “How gladly would I use you now, for hours, in all possible positions . Would not be Tuesday and if you do not have to get up early tomorrow, I would do it. But I’ll let you go. You said you’d like to talk to me so much, and we did that today. Maybe I will not talk at the next date, but just take you. “He winked at me, tilted his head a little, and added with a mocking smile,” Or maybe I’ll do something else with you. “

With a look at my smartphone, I finally realized that it had now become 3 o’clock. The moon had crossed almost its entire course, and was already sinking again. I felt now a pleasant and languid tiredness. While he watched me as I dressed, he said he would not know whether I was just playing or really devot, because of my sometimes droll reactions. I smiled at him and said, maybe it would be that I would not normally give up. A deep look from him: “You know how much you are challenging me now?” I did not know, but it was not inconvenient to give him another mysterious smile, which he smiled with a smile in his eyes The lips took note. I kissed him tenderly and said, teasing him, “To find this out will have to wait another evening.”