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D/s First Meeting Fantasy

Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: passiva, Rating: 89, Source: xHamster

my buttons, and i trust You to use that knowledge appropriately. So i just sink into it. With a big smile. Once we both look and feel respectable, and the vibe is firmly in place – You have surprised me by adding a crotch rope to ensure the vibe stays where You want it – we head downstairs to the restaurant for dinner. After some preliminary release of all these months’ worth of tension, the hotel restaurant doesn’t seem as horrifying a concept as it did earlier. It’s later so we are seated right away, and the bottle of bubbles arrives almost as soon as You have ordered it. i love the sound of that POP as the cork goes...it is just sexy. i also love the celebratory clink of the flutes; oh my god do we ever have reason to celebrate! The menus arrive but i don’t even look; i just assume that You will order. And You do. As we wait for the meal, we have a chance to chat. Nothing terribly serious – what could be said? – but some catching up...addressing things that we’ve never had or taken time for via PM, or even via chat when there have always been more important things to focus on. You've had questions; I’ve had questions. And now we have some answers. And more talk. It flows easily, which isn’t surprising at all after such a long time. It feels totally natural, which shouldn’t be a surprise, i suppose. i’m so glad it’s working out this way. We enjoy a nice meal – You haven’t abused Your right to order, and i have enjoyed everything – and the champagne has continued to flow. ... Each time You lean in for a kiss, or run Your hand up my leg, or play with the vibrator via Your phone, i squirm with delight, pressing into the crotch rope and wishing that this dinner, no matter how lovely, would END. i also can’t help but think back to the Valentine’s dinner at the restaurant – we talk about how strange it is to be in a rounded booth, with a crotch rope and a remote vibe, no less – and there is a small part of me wondering whether something insidious might come, but i am more glad than not that is doesn’t. Having to remember what’s real and what isn’t, is harder than i’d expected...fun of course, but a little on the challenging side. Finally the hot beverages are done – my coffee, Your tea – along with the liqueurs, and we are contemplating next steps. We have touched throughout the meal...whether it’s been hands brushing on the table or feet underneath, i don’t think there’s been a minute that we haven’t had some physical contact. While we’ve been enjoying the intellectual elements, this is just too raw...it’s the physical that we need. Once the cheque is taken care of, You take my arm and lead me towards the main entrance to the hotel. Soon we are walking towards the parking garage. We get in the elevator and it’s not half a second before You’re on me, crushing me into the wall as You mash Your mouth against mine and grind Your groin into mine. OH MY GOD I want You so badly! Again... We ride the elevator to the roof, and walk to my van. When we arrive I do ...