10 comments/ 64369 views/ 6 favorites My First Suck By: Wolf of Mibu 69 Author's Note: This story is, for the most part, true. It details my first homosexual encounter. I've kept some of the details vague to protect our identities. You know the deal about the legal stuff. This story is my property, and you must ask permission if you wish to post it elsewhere. ---- I was so nervous. I was a 19 year-old boy, and the man before me was twice my age. He was a little bit shorter than I am, and he had black hair that only showed a hint of gray at the edges. He wore glasses, which gave him a gentle academic look (and indeed, he was an assistant professor at a community college in the area). I met him online. He was curious about what it would be like to give a man a blowjob, and was only willing to try it on someone much younger than he was. I think he needed to feel like he was in control of the situation. By this point, I had been fantasizing about playing with another man's cock for longer than I cared to remember, and I felt most comfortable exploring this with a man who had also never touched someone else's cock before. He asked me if I'd like to remove my pants, which brought me back to reality. I bent down and got undressed and then lay back on the bed, spreading my legs to accommodate him. He lay down in between my legs, and started gently touching me. I had never had anyone play with me when I was limp before. Always before, I was at least half erect, so this was a new feeling. His hands felt good as they caressed my cock and balls, and slowly my cock responded. He began drawing my foreskin up and down, and this soon produced the desired effect. I was growing in his hands, and he started to bend down, bringing his mouth closer. He flicked his tongue out, teasing the head of my cock, causing it to twitch in response. I spread my legs wider to give him better access as he licked up and down my length. He licked down to my balls, and I enjoyed the sensation of his warm tongue leaving a wet trail on my sac. The wetness quickly changed to a cool sensation, and the temperature change caused my cock to twitch again. His tongue made its way back up my cock and traced the base of my glans. His tender ministrations had me fully hard by this point. I groaned as he lapped at the sensitive head, and he responded by taking me into his mouth. His mouth was so warm and wet that another moan escaped from me. At this point he had me move to the edge of the bed so that he could kneel. I placed my legs up on his shoulders, and he began to suck on me harder, and started bobbing his head up and down really fast. The sudden switch to aggressiveness really started to bring me closer, and I told him I might cum soon. He eased up a little and teased me by pumping my foreskin up and down my cock a few times and then tickling the head again with his tongue. By this point, I was getting close to climax, and groaned again that I was going to cum soon. He took the hint and immediately engulfed my cock and bobbed up and down fast, sucking hard. After only about another minute in his mouth, I felt my balls pull up into me, and my cock stiffen as I began to shoot. I groaned and tensed up, pouring hot creamy cum forth into his mouth. He kept sucking throughout my orgasm, and milked quite a bit out of me, swallowing all the while. After commenting that I had given him a lot of cum, he said the taste wasn't as bad as he had expected. He then asked me if I wanted to touch his cock. I told him that I did, and asked him to switch places with me on the bed. He unzipped his pants, and his cock fell out. It was much bigger than mine, and thick. He also must've trimmed his pubic hair, because he was mostly bare except for a bit of stubble. I took his penis in my hand and started gently stroking him. I still wasn't sure whether I was going to end up blowing him, but I wanted to stroke him for a while anyway. He was circumcised, and his head was very large. I enjoyed the heft of him in my hand. His skin was warm and substantial. He grew in my hands a lot faster than I did for him, and I found myself admiring the sight of him, the way the skin grew a little darker as the blood filled it, and how it was becoming more rigid in my hand. I realized, as he got harder, I realized that I wouldn't be able to stroke him dry, and my mouth moved towards him almost of its own accord. I knew by this time that I had to taste his cock, so I reached out with my tongue and ran it over his thick head. I opened my mouth wide (he was actually pretty thick) and took the first few inches of him into my mouth. His cock just tasted like warm flesh, which surprised me. I had been expecting some sort of musky taste, something stronger that tasted clearly of manhood. As I bobbed gently up and down, he grew to full size in my mouth, and I saw that he must have at least 7 thick inches. I wanted to see how much I could take, and opened my throat to him as I went down. My gag reflex isn't very strong, and I was able to feel him stretching the entrance to my throat as my lips found the base of his cock. As I took all the way back, he groaned for the first time. I withdrew and pumped his cock with my hand and felt an odd sense of pride at taking this beautiful cock all the way into my throat. I ran my tongue down his length and to his balls, licking them each in turn. I then traced my tongue back up to his head, which I lapped at for a short period of time, making sure to run my tongue through his hole. After that, I took him in my mouth again and began to go deep on him repeatedly, and eventually choked because I was too eager. I eased off, and he told me that it felt best if I just concentrated on the upper half, so focused back in on that, and he began to groan for me. I backed off again and gave him a few hard strokes before we changed positions so that he was sitting and I was kneeling in front of him. This gave me a better angle, and I was able to deepen my strokes with ease. I continued bobbing up and down on him, mostly on the top portion of his cock as he had instructed, and when his cock would twitch or spasm, I would back off and stroke him before taking the meat back into my mouth. I knew I was teasing him, but I still wasn't sure if I wanted him to shoot his cum into my mouth. I took his balls into my mouth again, admiring the foreign feel, and then I rose back up and started sucking him hard and fast. I had made my decision. I had to have his cum. I wanted this big cock all the way in my throat, and I wanted to feel it pulsing in my mouth as he gave me his hot seed. I bobbed up and down on him with renewed vigor, and I could feel his leg muscles begin to tense up as he started to groan loudly and repeatedly. I took this as my cue to take him deeper and faster, and as I did so, his hand reached down and pressed my head onto his cock. I almost gagged at the unexpected force, but let him guide me faster as he began to fuck my mouth. His cock pounded into my throat again and again, before he gave one last thrust that caused his balls to slap my chin. He tensed up and froze, and I resumed bobbing up and down on him to milk all his cum from him as he shot it into my mouth. I swallowed convulsively as he filled him mouth, and a little leaked from the edges of my lips. After he finished, he collapsed back onto the bed, and I cleaned the leaked semen off of my face. I knew then that this was probably something that I'd want to experience again. My First Summer in Memphis This is a true story. It is the story of a young man who was sheltered, unsophisticated about the world and not sure of himself. He came to Memphis from the countryside of Arkansas with no real experiences. It is about me. Growing up, I knew no real want. My parents were gainfully employed and made good money. I was the middle of five kids and did not get much attention. So, I was always trying to figure out my true identity. I had gone to a small local college and remained fairly sheltered. No one talked about anything out of the ordinary. No taboo. So when I came to Memphis to go to graduate school, I was suddenly interested in the world around me. It was a strange new world. Sometimes it seemed hostile and dangerous and other times it seemed forgiving and open. I had never had much experience with the opposite sex and none with the same sex. I had thought about other guys on occasion but never acted on it. It just seemed to me that you were supposed to do as was expected of you. Plain and simple. When I came to Memphis and moved into an apartment, there was suddenly a strange and new world before me. For the first few weeks, I spent a great deal of time just getting my bearings. I found a nice apartment in east Memphis, got started in school and just began to settle in. Back home, I was never bored. However, now that I had moved to this big city and gotten settled, I was suddenly bored and lonely. That usually how you get into trouble. Anyway, graduate school was going too easy and was a breeze. I attended my classes, did my readings and studied for my tests. Usually, by early evening, I was finished and was very restless. I drove around the city just to acquaint myself with my new surroundings. It was interesting. I began to notice that Memphis had a fairly healthy and active sex industry. Being pretty inexperienced, I noticed the "dark alley" places more quickly than some. The first place I noticed was an adult bookstore about four blocks from my apartment complex. I drove by it several times before I got up enough courage to walk in. Finally, I swallowed the lump in my throat and settled the butterflies in my stomach and walked in the door in the back of the building. As soon as I emerged into the store, I saw all kinds of things I had never seen before. There were toys of various types, magazines, DVDs and all kinds of things that young boys from the country don't see everyday. I also noticed two dark hallways on each side of the store section but wasn't sure about either one. I should stop here to described myself in those days a few years ago. I was thin, white, weighed about 165 pounds, very smooth naturally and had sandy hair. I immediately began to feel uncomfortable in the ABS, as if I was being watched and lusted after. I know, even then it seemed egotistical. I looked around that first night and left quickly. I was too nervous to enjoy myself. A few nights later, I summoned the courage to return. I spent some time looking at the DVDs and the sex toys. One of the clerks approached me and smiled. I was looking at some of the DVDs in the gay section. He very bluntly asked me, "Are you an experienced guy?" I was shocked and unsure of my response. I finally spoke up, "I'm not sure what you mean?" He smiled and replied, "Are you a top or a bottom? Fem or dom? You know." In fact, I didn't know. Finally, with nothing to lose, I replied, "Honestly, I've never been with another guy before, but if I was, I guess I'd want him to be in charge." The clerk laughed, "Well, if you're going to ever do it, you'd better prepare yourself." After he walked off, I thought about what he said and began looking for DVDs for young guys doing solos. I found one and purchased it. I watched the DVD for the next couple of days. The handsome young man in the video demonstrated the use of a dildo, a vibrator, anal beads and lots of other little tricks. I noticed that he was preparing himself to take a bigger man with a bigger cock and was practicing some positions and techniques in order to prepare himself. I decided that if I ever wanted to take the plunge, I'd better prepare myself. So I did. I purchased an 8.5 inch dildo and some other toys to play with. I found myself enjoying them way too much. I shaved my body completely smooth including my balls. I violated my anal virginity with my rubbery friend of 8.5 inches and practiced my still un-used blow job skills on the dildo. I was determined that when I started hunting, I could bag or be bagged if it happened. The first night of looking around for some fun ended with no luck after cruising the ABS and coming up with nothing but old trolls. I wanted my first man to man to be memorable and enjoyable. So, I moved on to a local bar that advertised as a friendly place for guys interested in what I was interested in. The place was dark and there were a number of guys milling around. Some were at the bar, others at tables. I wore some tight jeans (with no underwear) and a t-shirt into the place, knowing I was advertising. I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer and just waited. An older flabby guy walked up and offered to buy my drink. He was just trying to be nice but I was not interested. I thanked him and replied, "Anyway, I'm waiting on my date." Of course, that was a lie. I had no date. After a few minutes, I turned and scanned the tables. At one of the tables sat a muscled, well-built medium to light skinned black man. He was an ebony Adonis with a shaved head. He wore a leather coat, skin tight t-shirt, tight jeans and boots. I acted as if I had not seen him and wiggled my ass just right as I turned around to face the bartender. I could only hope. In a moment, a shadow overtook me and I felt someone sit down next to me. I turned and he smiled. I uttered a feeble, "Hi." He grinned a very sly grin and said "You can do better than that, son." He looked around again before adding, "You were wanting me to sit down here anyway." I finally recovered my senses and introduced myself. I stuck out my hand and replied, "Hi, I'm Trent." He took my hand and gave me a firm squeeze before replying, "Good to meet you, Trent. I'm Snake." He said it with a mischeivious smile. I laughed before I knew it and asked, "Should I ask why they call you Snake?" He said nothing for a moment and turned his head away from me to reply, "Well, maybe you'll learn how I got that name." I had a live one and did not want to lose the chance. "Well, Snake, I've got all night to learn. I'm just a few blocks away." I saw a devious smile creep across Snake's face. His brillantly white teeth shone in the glare of the lights and he leaned in toward me. His hot breath hit my ear. "You want to play a little tonight?" he asked me in a breathy, sultry but masculine tone. I weakly replied, "I do." Afterall, I was beginning to realize what I was getting myself into. We made our way out into the dark parking lot. I told Snake my address and to my surprise, he lived only a couple of blocks from me. We agreed to meet at my place. He said he wanted to stop at the corner drugstore near my apartment complex first to pick up some supplies. In less than thirty minutes, I would be doing things I had never done with another man. I got home and quickly began to make the place inviting. I turned the lights down and dimmed them. I closed the shades and the living room and bedroom had a mysterious half-darkness about them. You could see but it was a perfect setting for a little sexual play. My stomach was almost beyond saving. I was nervous but determined. After a few minutes, I heard a knock at my door and moved toward it. I saw Snake through the peephole and opened the door. He carried a small plastic bag in his hand. He grinned at me and stated, "I had to pick up some protection. The standard condoms are too small for me and I knew you'd need some some lube." I began to become nervous and swallowed hard. I looked at him and he began to laugh. He reassured me, "You'll get used to it and you'll love it." As we walked toward the couch, he pulled a bottle of spray out of the bag. He explained, "This is a spray to numb your throat so you don't gag too badly. It needs to be fun for both of us and you can swallow ole' Snake better if you can't feel it." Now I was terrified. Snake was about forty. Now I could better judge his age. I like older men in good shape. Snake removed his boots and pulled his jacket off. I saw his ripped chest through his t-shirt. I walked up to him and removed my own t-shirt. He, being taller than me, reached down slightly and pinched my right nipple. I reached for his covered crotch and began to rub his well-concealed cock. He reached down and pulled my chin to his and forcefully french-kissed me on my mouth. I felt his firm strong tongue probe my mouth and my mouth began to water. He wrapped his large hand around the back of my neck and held my head in place as he tongued me and necked me. My free hand rubbed his chest and felt the immensity of his broad chest. He began to rub my crotch and reached down to unbutton my fly. Soon he had my jeans around my ankles. My seven inch cut cock sprang free and Snake groped it in his strong hand. I was suddenly naked and at the mercy of a black sex god. Snake pushed me gently to the couch on my back and began to lick my nipples. I took his smooth head between my hands and guided him downward. He licked my smooth stomach and soon I felt a wetness on my cock. Snake had my young, thick cock in his wet, willing mouth. It was my first blowjob from a man, and my, what a man he was. I had truly expected Snake to treat me just like a woman. But he was liberal in his attention to me. He slurped and sucked at my cock and teased me with his tongue. He sucked my balls and licked the underside of my cock. I reveled in the slurping sounds and the wet noises his blowjob made. I was afraid I would cum too soon, but Snake stopped fairly quickly and began to lick my asshole. I had never been rimmed before and the feeling was one of true ecstasy. He spread my cheeks out and licked my sphincter and occasionally probed my hole with a single slick finger. Finally, he stood before me. He motioned for me to sit up on the couch. I moved toward him and began to unfasten his fly. I pulled his jeans down and he stepped from them. The throbbing, slightly moving bulge in his bikinis had me hypnotized. I moved my face toward his crotch and my mouth began to nibble at the covered cock. I stroked it through the material and tugged at it. Finally, I pulled this amazing piece of man flesh free of its confinement. An enormous cock measuring at least five inches in diameter and ten inches long sprang free. I was amazed. Snake smiled down at me and began to guide my mouth toward his cock. I quickly licked the large mushroom head and struck at it with my tongue. I took the head into my mouth and began to run my tongue around it. I pulled off and took Snake's cock into my hand and lifted it. It was heavier that one could imagine. I licked the underside of his cock and moved toward his large balls. I sucked one after the other into my mouth and saturated it with my spit. I then returned to Snake's cock. I took all of it I could for a while and worked on that: a good five inches. I sucked and spit. I lubed his dick with my spit and wanked it. Then Snake reached behind himself a little and picked up the numbing spray. He took my jaw in his firm hand and told me to hold my mouth wide open. I did as he commanded. He sprayed a liberal dose of the spray into the back and roof of my mouth. Suddenly, I could not really feel my mouth or throat. Then Snake placed his large beautiful cock into my mouth and began to slowly fuck my mouth as he held my head still. Soon a large black snake of a cock was easily thrusting into and out of my throat with ease. I could feel the huge drops and ropes of my spit hitting my knees tucked under me somewhat. For some twenty or more minutes, my throat was invaded by this monster cock. Although I learned to breath through my nose, I would come up short for air and gagged on occasion. I simply wanted to swallow this large pulsating veiny cock. Soon Snake pulled me to my feet and I led him to my bedroom. I shut the door behind us and I pushed him to the bed on his back. His massive member stood at attention. My mouth and my ass were wet and wanting, almost begging. I climbed atop of Snake in a 69 fashion. He gripped my ass cheeks and began to tongue my barren hole. I sucked his cock and forced the back of my throat on it minute after minute. Snake's crotch was wet and slippery when I finished. I could feel his strong tongue probing my ass and on occasion a finger or two made its way into my inner most chamber. Finally, Snake rolled me off of him and onto my back. He stood up and walked back into the living room and retrieved his lube and condoms. He put me on my knees with my stomach on pillows and my ass in the air. He moved back around in front of me and I engulfed his cock in my mouth again. As I sucked Snake's cock, he began to rub lube into my sphincter and finger my hole. He rubbed his thumb and his palm against the outside of my ass and continued to probe my throat. He sighed as I licked his cock and quietly stated, "I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" I nodded and spit a last glob of spit on his cock. Snake moved back around behind me and pulled a condom onto his large thick cock. He used a free hand to squirt lube onto his cock and used his covered cock head to rub it into my hole. Soon, I felt a strong hand on my right shoulder and felt the tightness and pressure of something on my sphincter. I gasped at first and Snake responded quietly, "Breathe and push...trust me." I breathed and pushed my sphincter outward and suddenly felt a new presence in my otherwise tight asshole. Soon I felt the invasion growing in length. I felt the stretching feeling one feels as a massive cock is invading your innermost private chamber. Snake slowly worked his way into me. He would make quick little strides and then slow down. Soon a quick easy lubed stride was going. He grunted and spoke with easy command. "Oh, yeah, sugar. Let daddy fuck that ass!" I did let daddy fuck that ass. I leaned into the pillows and cried a little but in a pleasurable sort of painful way. I moaned in utter ecstasy. I arched my back and Snake put both hands on my shoulders and drove deep inside of me. I found myself biting my pillows and thrashing my head back and forth as Snake worked my hole more loosely. After several minutes of hard fucking, Snake withdrew and he put me on my back and placed my ankles in the air above me. He slowly lowered himself onto me and began to plunge his cock deep into me. My own cock had grown again and I began to jack myself. After a few more minutes of this deep plunging, I leaned up and whispered into Snake's ear, "I want to ride you, Cowboy!!!" Snake pulled out and lay on his back. I turned and mounted Snake and faced him. I lowered myself onto his stiff thick cock and soon it was impaling me. I rode Snake's cock up and down and then placed my knees firmly on the mattress. With my ass suspended in the hour, Snake began to fuck me from underneath and soon his cock was gliding into and out of my hole with ease. I jacked myself while crying out with glee. I felt my own pressure building as Snake's cockhead hit my prostate. I cried and shouted and my own cum shot forth and made a beautiful sight as it landed on Snake's bare chiseled black chest. This only intensified Snake's desires. He lifted me off of him and put me back on my stomach and lifted my left leg above me and held it while he drove his cock into my wet willing hole. Snake slammed into me time after time as I reached behind me and gave his balls a squeeze. He reached down and licked my ear and cursed me. Finally I felt his already swollen cock swell further and Snake rose up and his grip on my waist began to hurt. He growled to me, "Where do you want it? Where?" I managed in my weakened state to reply, "In my mouth, sweet daddy, in my mouth." Snake quickly withdrew from my ass and slipped the condom from his swollen cock. I moved down between his legs and took his cock into my mouth and wanked him. Quickly I felt the feel of his cock swelling further and the quick warm shot of his cum hit my throat and coat it completely. A second, third, fourth and fifth large rope of cum spewed forth and my mouth was filled completely. I could not hold it all and it streamed forth from the corners of my mouth and fell to the mattress. Shortly, Snake pulled his cock from my mouth and slapped it across my cum covered cheeks a time or two. He then walked toward the bathroom. I lay there thinking about this magnificent experience. I knew more about myself in that moment than anytime recently. I knew what I wanted and I had gotten it. Black cock. I was liking Memphis better already. My First Surrender I closed my eyes and tried to remember how to breathe as I felt the crushed velvet envelop my ankles. Torn between anticipation and anxiety I tried to ignore the part of me that screamed out how foolish this was, to submit to someone who was almost a stranger, who I had never had sex with before, who had the same cravings I did. In a burst of fear, I opened my eyes, about to call out for you to stop, to wait. I felt my arms pull almost painfully taut as you secured them to the frame of the bed, having already tied my ankles, and the words died unspoken in my throat. The adrenaline coursed through my body as I accepted the fact that for tonight I was yours to do with as you pleased, your willing victim. The safe word hung heavy in my mind, and I wondered briefly if I would need to say it, or if you would honour it. You had promised to be gentle with me, but could I really trust you? Doubts once again began to assail my mind. Suddenly, the feel of your breathe searing my neck as you lowered yourself towards my throat caused any thoughts I had to disappear, lost in a sea of hunger. A slight whimper of surprise, of pleasure, escaped me as I felt your teeth pierce my flesh. Unsure and uncaring if you had drawn blood I let myself drown in your touch. This was the first time I truly could enjoy the pleasures of pain. The first time that I would be with someone who not only understood my desires, but also shared them. Overwhelmed with the urge to touch you, to please you, I strained against the binds at my wrists, and arched upwards against your body, whispering the word "please." I don't really know what I was asking for, maybe it was for release of my wrists, or maybe it was for release of my body. Regardless, your head raised slightly from my body, and the fierceness in your eyes combined with the wet crimson colour of your lips stole my breath away as you silently reprimanded me for speaking. Your nails dug into my sides, my back, my mind, as you continued to brutally kiss me, and for a moment I was reminded of a wild animal feeding off its prey. Whether it was in punishment for speaking, or whether you were simply becoming more amorous, more uninhibited, I shivered as you drew away from me to retrieve a small knife from the bedside table. Unable to look, I closed my eyes and waited for the cold steel to pierce my skin. The moments continued for what seemed like an eternity as I waited for the inevitable, wondering exactly how much pain I would still find enjoyable. I jumped slightly as I felt your hand touch my chin, raising my head up slightly. Opening my eyes in surprise I couldn't help but smile in response as I saw the slight smile lighting your face. You looked hungry, yet at the same time seemed to be almost mocking me for closing my eyes, and silently asking if I wanted you to continue. The complex emotions swirled in your eyes, making me dizzy even as it renewed my desire. More sure of this moment than anything else in my life, all I could do was nod my head as you let the steel caress my cheek, languidly trailing a path down my flesh. The world exploded around me in a haze of pleasure as the knife drew across the side of my right breast and I felt the tip of your manhood press against me. Despite the speed at which this was happening, I whimpered with unbearable need as you began to suckle the wound. Unable to fully move I writhed against you, trying to force you to enter me, desperate and fully ready for you. My breath left me in a gasp as your hand pressed with bruising force against my throat, an unmistakable punishment for my actions. "Do Not Speak. Do Not Move." Each word was clearly pronounced as your hand continued to grip my throat. Catching myself before I nodded my head in understanding, I tried to let my eyes convey my apology, my acceptance, my surrender, my submission. The air rushed into my lungs in a heady rush as your hand left my throat, and I had to fight to enable my throat to swallow. This time when I felt your manhood lightly whisper against my skin I knew that I shouldn't move, yet some inner demon begged me to defy you, to force you to punish me. Unable to stop myself despite the possible repercussions I thrust upwards, this time feeling you penetrate me slightly. Fear poured through my body heightening my pleasure and time seemed to stop as I felt you freeze inside of me then slowly draw yourself out. Hesitantly I met your gaze, immediately regretting my actions as I saw your dark smile. I think I probably could have handled your anger, but your smile... Wondering what my punishment would be, I was unprepared as you slowly, tenderly, lowered your lips against mine. Your tongue teased at my lips, then softly explored my mouth. I succumbed to the sweetness of your kiss, completely forgetting about my earlier fear of punishment until I felt the cold blade press against my moist womanhood. Any sound I would have made as I gasped in shock and renewed fear was stolen as your mouth slowly ended the kiss, your teeth grazing my lips as they retreated. "Should I?" I could barely hear your words over the pounding of my heart, could barely process their meaning over the fear. Making sure to keep my lower body very still I slowly shook my head no, hoping that you would stop even as I wondered about what it would feel like if you did. If it was just a little cut... ++++ Reality comes surging back to me as I feel the blade kiss my skin, parting my flesh as softly as a hesitant lover. A trickle of blood slowly spills from the wound and I close my eyes, overcome by pleasure, pain, and an overpowering need. I whimper slightly as you draw the blade away, only to scream out your name as I feel you impale yourself upon me, your slick manhood coated in my scarlet essence. Our bodies pound out a harsh rhythm against each other as we both spiral towards our release. I strain uselessly against my restraints as our bodies violently come together. Then, when I think I can take no more, I feel your teeth sink deeply into my right breast, covering the wound, sending waves of pleasure and pain throughout my body as you reopen the wound. I wish I could wait for your release, but am unable to restrain myself as wave upon wave of pleasure course through me, causing me to shatter into a million fragments. Screaming out your name I feel you simultaneously explode into me, filling me completely. The world reforms itself once more as you lay on top of me, still inside me. The ties that have cut through my wrists and ankles are temporarily forgotten. Control has no meaning in the glorious aftermath of our desire. I feel your heart beat in time with mine and know in the depths of my soul that we are destined to be together. I wriggle under you slightly, and meet your eyes. A thousand unsaid words cross between us in a heartbeat and in complete understanding you lean towards me and we kiss, promising each other with our tongues and teeth an eternity of pleasure and pain. Smiling against your mouth, I strain one last time against the restraints, hoping that next time it will be you tied down, helpless and vulnerable, a prisoner to my darkest desires. The hunger I feel for you reawakens as I give my imagination free reign. Whereas this was our first time together and you promised to behave, next time will be a different story. ++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading this story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Any positive or negative comments and feedback, publicly posted or emailed to me, would be extremely appreciated. Thanx!