Last night was a blur of pleasure and pain. I invited Johnny over, my heart racing at the thought of what was to come. We’d talked about this moment for weeks, planning our kinky date.
As he entered, I pushed him against the wall, grasping his throat playfully. “You’re mine tonight,” I whispered, claiming my territory.
I led him to the bedroom, and the fun began. I stripped him naked, savoring his shy glances and growing erection. But I wanted to break him in slowly, so I started with a spanking.
Oh god, the pleasure was intense! I rain slaps on his tight ass, each smack echoed through the room. Johnny’s moans only egged me on, and I pictured the red handprints left on his smooth skin.
But I had more tricks up my sleeve. I tossed him onto the bed, climbed on top, and rubbed my soaking pussy in his face. The scent of my arousal filled the air, and I ordered him to taste me.
He licked and nibbled, and I grated him with filthy details of what was to come. I wanted him desperate, needing more.
Then, a moment of pure bliss, as I felt his hard cock inside me, thrusting wildly while I rode him, encouraging him to go harder.
I came so hard I saw stars, and Johnny’s moans turned to screams of ecstasy. We collapsed, panting, yet I craved more.
I have a taste for kink, and Johnny was more than a willing participant. That night was a success, and I can’t wait to dive deeper into my perverse desires.