Claiming (1/4): “I want to brutalize you.”

These events took place circa October 2009.

Recently, I found a hot new person to play with. Well – “new” is not entirely correct. We’ve known each other for quite a while, but this is the first time he has expressed desire for me. Sure, we flirted casually with each other in the past, but I never thought there was anything behind the words. (I suppose it didn’t help that both of us were dating other people at the time.)

But apparently there is.

There is something so intense and exciting about interacting sexually with someone who you are emotionally connected to, but have previously only been platonic with. Typically, I do hook up with people I know, at least, and then get to know them better after hooking up with them because, well, I prefer to have some kind of relationship with the people I’m hooking up with, but I rarely have been close friends with someone and then added a sexual dimension to our friendship.

And, obviously, I’ve wanted him for quite a while. Which makes this even better.

But this is also a little aggravating.

Because he graduated a year ago and no longer lives here.

In fact, he lives far, far away, and I don’t even know when we’ll be in the same place again.

Why does this always happen!?

…Anyway, the fuzzy, good feelings definitely outweigh the bad. Knowing that someone I want, wants me as well? And actually has wanted me for a while? That is pretty damn awesome.

I ended up long-distance subbing for him for one short, but wonderful, week. Only a week because he ended up not having enough time to put into it as he wanted. He does have a job and a life, after all. I was disappointed, but glad that anything even happened between us at all…

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Day #1

It all started when I sent him an email saying that I had had a sexy dream about him. Which wasn’t really anything more risque than anything we had said to each other before. But later, we found each other on IM and he told me what an ego-stroke that email was.

I elaborated for him: I dreamt that I was naked; he pushed me over the arm of a couch, spanked and groped me, and made me get him off.

He told me that that sounded like something he would do. Except he’d probably jerk off on me instead. Or fuck me, because he has never fucked me before.

Hmm. This was a change. Sure we’d “talked dirty” a little to each other before, but it had never gone on for this long, or gotten this far.

Soon, he was reddening up my ass and scratching over my back. He shoved my head into the couch cushions, held me down, took his cock out and started touching me.

Gulp. It was at this point that I reached into my shorts. And realized that I was dripping wet.

He told me how much he loved my shapeliness – my ass and my narrow waist; how he wanted to brutalize me and leave me bruised; how he wanted to pull my hair and force me to my knees and have me worship his cock…

“If you’re good,” he said, “you get to put it in your mouth.”

This was a change for me. It’s not often that I get turned on by being talked down to. Most of the time it actually pisses me off. But this was different, this wasn’t some guy, this was him, and I surprised myself by how much I wanted to please him; how much I wanted to suck his cock…

Then he pushed me over, fucking me hard from behind, not trying to get me off, but wanting to make me feel owned… If I began to come he’d interrupt it with a scratch or spank. “You need to feel used up,” he told me.

Our conversation shifted to other things then, and after a while I had to go offline because I was going to visit a friend.

But one important thing I gleaned from this was: he really wanted to fuck me. He desired me. What a good thing to know.

I had been touching myself the entire time we were talking. I thought that the conversation was a one time thing, a result of chance and mutual horniness, but it would turn out that I was wrong…

To be continued…

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