dream_master
12-05-2007, 09:18 PM
Ok, I’ll take my stab at this. I'll stick with the over all tone Pizza set up and write about something about real life experience.
Aimee was a college friend’s little sister. She and I would flirt and tease one another when she came to Atlanta to visit her sister. When Aimee finally moved to Atlanta herself we quickly started dating.
Years earlier she was in a pretty bad car wreck. During her rehabilitation she took to her physical therapy with great diligence. So much so that after she was healed she kept it up. Aimee’d hit the gym 3 or 3 times a week. This gave her a strong, tight, toned, little body. She only stood about 5’3”. But her legs were really something to behold. Especially good for me given I am a leg man.
She had a meek and squeaky little voice to go along with the diminutive stature. She did have her own point of view and her own opinions and had no trouble expressing them. More than anything thats how you could tell her family was Irish. I had a great time in beer soak conversations on politics, philosophy, and sociology with her. But when it came to decisions she always deferred to me.
“Where do you want to eat tonight?”
“I don’t know, you pick.”
At first this kinda bugged me. But one night I got to thinking about it and found that it really turned me on. That was the point I stopped asking her. I just decided. I don't think she really noticed I stop asking for her input. She just took to it.
Sex was slow in coming. She held out for the first couple three weeks we went out. That was one thing she was decisive about. She said she wanted whatever was going to happen to be real. It drove me nuts. But I respected her decision.
When sexy finally came it was great. She was one of the most vocal and enthusiastically appreciative women I’ve ever slept with. All that time in the gym made her very limber and flexible. If you ever get the chance to sleep with a tiny Irish chick, I highly recommend it.
Before Aimee I tread lightly regarding the subject of bondage and S&M. It has always been a part of my relationships. But I was cautious about when I would introduce it. I wanted to gauge how the girl would react and honestly I was a little ashamed. By the time I started dating Aimee I got over the shame. Given how submissive she was in everyday normal decisions I brought it up sooner than later. Besides, she made me waited long enough for the 'nilla sex. I was over waiting.
One night I picked her up for an early dinner and a late drive in movie. She wore a black leather mini skirt and black opaque tights with high high heels. In spite of the fact we hadn’t talked about my kinks/fetishes she seemed to have picked on how much I love Lycra and heels. What a girl.
All night I was a little more rough than normal with her. Groping and man-handling are good adjectives to describe it. She made weak half hearted giggling protests. A clear case of your lips say no but your eyes say yes.
It was fall and the night was crisp and clear. For the drive in I packed a picnic. Cheese, wine, crackers, champaign, cookies, beer. I made a comfy space in my pickup and we snuggled in the back under the comforters and stars. More groping ensued. This time she didn’t bother making her earlier disingenuous protests. She was clearly digging it.
Half way through the movie I asked her, “Have you ever been tied up?” She giggled, blushed bright red and sunk her head down between her shoulders to try and hide.
“noooooo”
I let the question hang out there with no more comment and went back to watching the movie and groping her.
After a while she scrounged up her courage, stretched out her neck, and puffed out her chest to ask me, “Do you want to tie me up?”
I looked her straight in the eye for emphasis and told her, “Oh yes, I most assuredly do want to tie you up. Among other things.”
She giggled and blushed harder and asked, “What would you do to me?”
I looked her straight in the eye again and asked, “First, let me ask you. Do you trust me?”
“That depends.........”
“No. really, I am serious. Do you trust me?”
“Yes. I do trust you.”
“Good, that is very important. Trust is very important.”
As for what I did to her........... That would not be very gentlemanly to talk of such things.
But if you do want to know, I might/could be persuaded to write more......
Aimee was a college friend’s little sister. She and I would flirt and tease one another when she came to Atlanta to visit her sister. When Aimee finally moved to Atlanta herself we quickly started dating.
Years earlier she was in a pretty bad car wreck. During her rehabilitation she took to her physical therapy with great diligence. So much so that after she was healed she kept it up. Aimee’d hit the gym 3 or 3 times a week. This gave her a strong, tight, toned, little body. She only stood about 5’3”. But her legs were really something to behold. Especially good for me given I am a leg man.
She had a meek and squeaky little voice to go along with the diminutive stature. She did have her own point of view and her own opinions and had no trouble expressing them. More than anything thats how you could tell her family was Irish. I had a great time in beer soak conversations on politics, philosophy, and sociology with her. But when it came to decisions she always deferred to me.
“Where do you want to eat tonight?”
“I don’t know, you pick.”
At first this kinda bugged me. But one night I got to thinking about it and found that it really turned me on. That was the point I stopped asking her. I just decided. I don't think she really noticed I stop asking for her input. She just took to it.
Sex was slow in coming. She held out for the first couple three weeks we went out. That was one thing she was decisive about. She said she wanted whatever was going to happen to be real. It drove me nuts. But I respected her decision.
When sexy finally came it was great. She was one of the most vocal and enthusiastically appreciative women I’ve ever slept with. All that time in the gym made her very limber and flexible. If you ever get the chance to sleep with a tiny Irish chick, I highly recommend it.
Before Aimee I tread lightly regarding the subject of bondage and S&M. It has always been a part of my relationships. But I was cautious about when I would introduce it. I wanted to gauge how the girl would react and honestly I was a little ashamed. By the time I started dating Aimee I got over the shame. Given how submissive she was in everyday normal decisions I brought it up sooner than later. Besides, she made me waited long enough for the 'nilla sex. I was over waiting.
One night I picked her up for an early dinner and a late drive in movie. She wore a black leather mini skirt and black opaque tights with high high heels. In spite of the fact we hadn’t talked about my kinks/fetishes she seemed to have picked on how much I love Lycra and heels. What a girl.
All night I was a little more rough than normal with her. Groping and man-handling are good adjectives to describe it. She made weak half hearted giggling protests. A clear case of your lips say no but your eyes say yes.
It was fall and the night was crisp and clear. For the drive in I packed a picnic. Cheese, wine, crackers, champaign, cookies, beer. I made a comfy space in my pickup and we snuggled in the back under the comforters and stars. More groping ensued. This time she didn’t bother making her earlier disingenuous protests. She was clearly digging it.
Half way through the movie I asked her, “Have you ever been tied up?” She giggled, blushed bright red and sunk her head down between her shoulders to try and hide.
“noooooo”
I let the question hang out there with no more comment and went back to watching the movie and groping her.
After a while she scrounged up her courage, stretched out her neck, and puffed out her chest to ask me, “Do you want to tie me up?”
I looked her straight in the eye for emphasis and told her, “Oh yes, I most assuredly do want to tie you up. Among other things.”
She giggled and blushed harder and asked, “What would you do to me?”
I looked her straight in the eye again and asked, “First, let me ask you. Do you trust me?”
“That depends.........”
“No. really, I am serious. Do you trust me?”
“Yes. I do trust you.”
“Good, that is very important. Trust is very important.”
As for what I did to her........... That would not be very gentlemanly to talk of such things.
But if you do want to know, I might/could be persuaded to write more......