A Story of You #7 The First Time I Gave Up…

Contest entry number seven by NoZeFace…

7. First time I gave up…

The best thing about fighting is making up. And the best thing about control is giving up. How I got in the position I was in (face down, ass up, hands pulling my ass apart, plug filling me) was rather easy to tell. How I gave in…a little more difficult. It all started with a fight. Well, not so much a fight as in my lover frustrated at me and letting her feelings known.

We have a long distance relationship and limited time to be together. In the 24hrs we have been together, I have gotten off a few times. She…not so much. Or, more accurately, at all. Now, it wasn’t like I was slouching. I was doing my damnest to satisfy her. Just wasn’t happening for one reason or another. I was finishing too fast, she not at all. My broad pink tongue not getting her delicious cunt going. Fingers teasing her g-spot…nothing was getting her to her banshee wailing, hip shaking, gripping for dear life post-orgasmic self. And she let me know it. So, I did what any man whose ego was a little bruised, I left. I walked around. I drank…and drank…and drank some more. We cooled off, we talked it out. We hugged it out. We fucked it out. And we were complete again.

“You look so sexy,” she said in a low voice. I felt exposed, trembling, vulnerable. It was a odd change. While not a complete sub (she is way too feisty and demanding to give up totally), she isn’t a full-on dom. Sure, she has had her ways with girls in the past…but she likes her men to be, well men. Bold, in charge, collosi striding the earth. And while she is into ass play for herself, shied away from doing so for her men. But there she was, cool and calm, beckoning me to turn around. Gently caressing me admiring the calmness radiating from me. How her hands formed around my pert ass. And how I shuddered when her tongue probed me. How I cried out in pleasure with each lap. Screaming into the pillow the same unintelligible songs she sang when I was on top of her. Understanding how it felt when she looked me dead in the eye and the calm when she came. I was hers and she was mine. I gave of my self to her tongue, the thud of her hands with each spank, the fingers entering my bud. I gave in to the pleasure, wanting more, willing it, holding myself open to take more, more, ohpleasegod more.

My voice low, begging please. More. please. I didn’t care what it was, just more. Consumed by lust and greed, the submissive begging for total and complete release. It was a moment that was confusing and thrilling and sexy. Anyone would have walked in and before, I would have been embarrassed to be in such a place. Ass up and spread, moaning like a little bitch, begging for more. But, she made me feel comfortable, alright, sexy. She soothed me as she worked in the plug in my virginal ass. She pulled me up and kissed me sweetly. We became lost in each other; the roles switched. She, moaning with waves of pleasure; begging for me to cum inside her. I, fucking her without abandon; becoming the colossus she desired. In my submission, I gained control. In my weakness, I gained strength. We gave to each other, we shared with each other and we came together.

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