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I had not expected to meet Sandy, and I had not expected to like her as much as I did. I’m a switch. I like being dominant and submissive, but Sandy was all sub. She wanted me to tell her what to do all the time. I could see her propensity to be a babygirl from the second time I met her, and as we started a relationship, that weighed on me. I wasn’t sure I could be what she needed, but she was so cute, and she wanted me so badly. I just didn’t want her to feel like our encounter at the store with the [nipple clamps] meant that we needed to have a relationship.
I spent a lot of time that first week assuring her that there was no pressure and that I would leave her alone if she wanted me to. But it became apparent pretty quickly that she wanted there to be pressure. She wanted me to be firm with her. She wanted to be directed to do things, and I liked directing her.
Her anal fetish was fun to play with. She liked others’ asses as much as her own, and she loved licking mine. I have to admit that there is a certain amount of intimacy I love about it, and even if I didn’t like giving rim jobs, I would always love receiving them.
The first time was intense. I needed to be fucked more than I had in a long time. I had had boyfriends off and on for years, and I had no shortage of vibrators to help me get off. But since I had started seeing Sandy, I was desperate for more. I wanted to be fucked, pounded. I would have preferred feeling a guy pound into me, his balls bouncing off my ass as he fucked me, but I wasn’t sure how Sandy would react to that, so I didn’t bring it up.
Instead, I got her a strap on. When I got home from work that day, she was waiting for me in the bedroom wearing nothing but the strap on. It was sexy as hell, coming home to find her on the bed, laid out and waiting for me. The cock stood at attention in front of her as she knelt on the floor.
“Stand up,” I said, and she obeyed.
I played with her nipples a bit, watching them get perky as my fingers played. When I slipped a hand down over her rubber hard on and then beneath it to her pussy, I found her wet and ready.
“A bit turned on, babygirl?” I asked. I had tried not calling her that for a while, but I couldn’t help it. It was just who she was.
“Yes, Ma’am,” she replied.
“I can tell.” I stripped off my shirt and undid my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I pressed Sandy’s body against mine, our breasts pressing together, the strap on between us. We kissed for a long time, and then I pulled back. She whimpered when I let her go, but I reassured her, “I just need to get something,” I said.
I stepped away and went into the drawer that held my butt plugs. I picked out the vibrating one and told her to bend over. She was happy to, and I slid it along her slit, picking up her juices as I did. When it was nice and lubricated, I slipped it into her ass. She moaned when I pressed it home, and then moaned louder when I switched it on.
“Are you going to be able to concentrate enough to fuck me, babygirl?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” she said, but her voice was tight with the effort of speaking.
“Good,” I said. I stripped out of the rest of my clothes while she was still bent over, and then I got up on the bed on all fours. “Fuck me, babygirl.”
She climbed up behind me and worked the cock into my dripping pussy. I moaned as she entered me. I could tell that her concentration wasn’t as good as it usually was, but she held it together enough. She pulled most of the way out and thrust into me again. And again. And again. I loved this. I could let her do this as long as I wanted, and never have to worry about her pleasure. She was gaining pleasure from fucking me and from the vibrator in her ass. I could get fucked as long as I wanted.
As unlikely as it was for us to be together, that was decidedly one of the best relationships I ever had. It might be one of those life-defining relationships that I never quite got over.
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2 thoughts on “Unlikely Union #AtoZChallenge”
Will we find out by the end why they broke up? I’m nosey haha