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weekends and discoveries

Dearest angel,

It's not tremendously often that you get a chance to learn something truly new about yourself at my (advanced) age. ;-) So when it happens, I'm more than a little thrilled about it. When it happens to you, I'm even more thrilled to watch you as you realize it.

I think that the last time it happened to me was about a year before I met you. Being single, I'd been making the rounds of the different online dating services. I'd been chatting with a woman, who I'll call L, online. The conversation went about as normal, when two people are seriously looking for someone to spend time with. We exchanged pictures, talked about likes, dislikes and fantasies, and generally had a good time getting to know each other.

Now, up to this point, I thought of myself as a man with a kink (i.e. a fondness for rope in the bedroom) and I hadn't thought too much about the depth of that kink. But when L sent me her phone number and asked me to call her, I did something different. For one of the first times in my life, I followed my impulse to take charge. The results were rather surprising to me.

L and I hit it off on the phone. She had a really sexy voice, and was intensely curious about all kinds of aspects of the BDSM lifestyle. Having done a lot of reading, I was glad to talk to her about a variety of different subjects. Before long, I was telling her, step by step, what I'd do to her if we ever met.

The conversation quickly became erotic, and it was *SO* gratifying to listen to her moan as I told her a bedtime story. By now, it was very late at night, and I was getting more and more turned on by the sounds she was making, and the reactions she was having to my words. For once, I didn't pull back and make the story vanilla-ish. I let the story carry itself, and more or less followed it as it flowed. Before long, L was gasping and groaning in the phone, and I knew that I'd tapped into a fantasy she'd been harbouring for a long time. I told her how I was going to tie her up and spank her, and kept giving her more details about what I'd do. Before long, I got to listen to L as she orgasmed.

I learned then, that not only are my fantasies enjoyable to me, but they're enjoyable to others as well. I learned the benefit of being honest with your fantasies, and to remain true to what you want to be. I never thought, before meeting L, that I could be truly dominant. I knew that I was kinky, and I knew that I liked tying up women for erotic purposes, but I never realized just how dominant I wanted to be.

There I was, in my late thirties, discovering that I loved being in control, and deciding just how much or how little my partner would feel. Whether she'd feel pleasure or pain from me. And how many times she would feel that way. It was more than a little enjoyable, then angel, to give you so many orgasms this weekend. Especially when, as you put it, "That doesn't ever happen to me."

On Friday night, I was more than a little happy to see you. It had been a long week, and you'd been unable to see me for a variety of reasons. Between your business, and my new job, we haven't been able to get together as often as I'd like. I was thrilled, then, to meet you after work on Friday, and spend the evening gettting "reacquainted" with you. It was obvious, from your reactions, that you'd missed me too, and the evening quickly passed.

Saturday was increcibly cold, and most of it was spent shopping and returning Christmas gifts. (Yes - that's right folks - I like to go shopping with my angel. And no, they haven't taken away my male union card yet...) You were so much fun to watch, as we went from store to store, looking at this, thinking about that, and all the while, I was thinking about touching your naked skin. By mid afternoon, I was ready to return to the apartment to warm up for a while, and I couldn't think of a better way to warm up than to hold you, naked, in my arms.

Before long, we were in bed, and we started touching each other, all over. Your hand quickly found my cock, and wrapped around it. I could feel you, exploring the soft skin, and gently running your fingertips over it. You are always so worried that you'll hurt me, or make me uncomfortable, angel, but you needn't worry. I'm nowhere near as sensitive to the touch as you are. I told you to grip me hard, and you started to obey, but then I started to touch you.

Running my fingers lightly over your skin is an incredible rush for me. I love the feel of your skin under my fingertips. I feel the warmth of you as I run my fingers across your neck, down between your breasts, and across your belly. You close your eyes every time I do this, and that's before I start touching your breasts. And when I touch your breasts, you stumble over your words. You can't complete sentences, let alone thoughts, from what you've told me. Your face changes when I circle your nipples with my fingers. It becomes softer, and more relaxed, as I circle them again and again.

My fingers wandered... other places, and soon you were gasping and moaning. And completely under my control. Your hand was still wrapped around my cock, and you were sliding the skin up and down as I played with your pussy. Your cries, in the afternoon sunlight, were more than a little gratifying, and afterwards, I held you as you calmed down, and cuddled you close till we both fell asleep.

Later that night, after we'd both woken up and had dinner, I took you again into the bedroom. This time, I was a little more insistent. I'd started touching you again, and you'd eventually put your hand over your breast, and mumbled something about it being too much. I took your wrist in my other hand, and returned to what I'd been doing, telling you that you had no say in it. Before long, you were moaning and writhing again. This time, I teased you more, pausing a number of times, to offer to stop. For some reason, you didn't want me to stop. (I wonder why that was????) As you came closer and closer to orgasm, you seemed to pause, like you'd stumbled on the way to your pleasure. I pressed my efforts harder, and soon regained the right rhythm, and was rewarded with a wonderful performance by my angel.

You moaned, you cried out, you threw your head back. You tried your best to wrench your hand from my grip, but I held you firmly. Your hips bucked, and you finally screamed in orgasm, and shuddered back to reality. And when you came back to yourself, you told me "That never happens to me - not twice in one day."

I chuckled and told you that I was sure you could do more.

And, the next morning, before I left to visit a customer, I took you to bed again. This time, my mouth was on your skin. My tongue was inside your mouth, and I held you close, and it was sweet. And then I was beside you, and it was sweeter. And when you shuddered, and shook, and came, for the third time in less than twenty four hours, I was incredibly satisfied. Your face seemed to glow afterwards, and you were unable to stop yourself from touching me. I had to leave you, reluctantly, to head to my appointment.

But before I left, I reminded you that you'd had three orgasms in less than twenty four hours. Your look of incedulity was delicious. Your look of shock, when I told you we'd try for four next time was even better. And the fact that you were incredibly aroused afterwards, and eager to please me even more was everything I could hope for.

You can do more than you think, angel. You can, and will, experience more intense, more prolonged, more pleasurable things in the near future. I promise you that. Because, as I discovered earlier, with the right partner, and trust, you can go further than you dared hope. You can accomplish more than you give yourself credit for, if you've got the right person to share it with.

You are so precious to me, angel. I plan on showing you how much you mean to me much more often in the near future. But, it might be wise for both of us to get a little more aerobic exercise in the coming weeks. I think we're going to need it.


posted at 09:37 PM :: Comments (7)
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We feel the love, passion and dicovery in Your words Sir. I love to read You Sir.
Have fun whit Your angel....

— posted by: lys_MDS on January 20, 2005 08:01 AM

I cannot remember the last time I had commented so I figured today would be a good day.

I love reading about your relationship with Angel and the different adventures of discovering new things within each other and individually.

I can't help but smile as I read each new entry.

— posted by: Bethanie on January 20, 2005 11:27 AM

Neko, you like to shop? You're a gem! And that angel is a most excellent miner.
She better have made #4... : p

— posted by: JeN on January 20, 2005 01:35 PM

The things one can learn about oneself that can both surprise and astound yet that instantly feel right. Like something just clicked into place.
You just shake your head and wonder how you could have missed something so important. It must have been enjoyable for you to watch her experience that. Life will surely be different and much more satisfying for her now. It seems that you are already pleasuring her more than she thought she would come to know. You said it all with mentioning the right partner and trust. It will take you to a richer level of life. An authentic one.

— posted by: sedai on January 20, 2005 09:42 PM

Neko, I love the way you write to angel. she's a lucky, lucky girl

— posted by: C on January 22, 2005 11:53 AM

Thank you Neko, your post about your angel and what you did to her gave me the first thrill I've had in days. lol, guess it's been a slow week, huh? Anyway, Angel I have to admit I'm green with jealousy today. Sounds lovely.:)

— posted by: Carrielily on January 22, 2005 06:21 PM

mmmmm lovely. what a way to foster trust! ;)

— posted by: patty on January 30, 2005 10:18 AM


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