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Au revoir Louis
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Au revoir Louis Oh Louis, Louis, Louis!!! How did it come to this? How did you get so deep into my head that I’ve had to call it a day? And yet we only spent 5-6 hours together. You found me in December. And your profile was even more than I had considered looking for. You were a couple. That’s all I required. But also Dom/Sub and the scenario you had set was very exciting. Sadly, I can’t and won’t link this to your profile – as we met up singly it’s not an option …. If I could I’m sure there would be many ladies wishing to experience your skills. As a lover, you have a unique skill. Well, maybe not unique …. certainly unique though in my universe. You got into my head early on …. very early on. Texting daily. Agreeing that while it would only ever be NSA you can still have real feelings for that person. I was meeting with a lover for the last time just a few days after we started ‘chatting’ and you accompanied me in my mind for a very<b> steamy </font></b>date Dec 2017 The night with YOU in my head And a couple of weeks later we met for our first time, in a hotel near me. And what a fab date that was! Exciting and scary. You knocked on the hotel door, and I saw you, in your blue suit. After kissing me one of the first things you did was turn down the aircon. You were obviously not built for chilli. As agreed I was in a skirt, top, holdups and heels. It didn’t take you long to get me out of the skirt and top, telling me to stand facing the bed and bend over, legs apart. And as I did, you put a finger inside me, excitedly exclaiming at how wet I already was. And you traced your fingers over my body, sometimes in my body, making me so horny. We had built up to this meet intensely and my body was desperate to experience you, knowing that it would be fabulous. At some stage you were also undressed. Stood behind me, ready to test my response to your belt. A first for me. But something you had made me feel excited about – you also warned me never to let an inexperienced person use a belt on me. Good advice gladly heeded. And then I felt it, and as I felt the sting I immediately felt you penetrate me. Wow, how much did I need that, how good did it feel, and a few slow deep thrusts then another thwack, another sting, and more slow deep thrusts. And then I was laid on the bed on my back. And even as you were slowly thrusting inside me you were studying the reactions of my body. Studying the fact that my orgasms built up, and within a short time you knew precisely the build up and when I was going to cum …. again ……. again ….. again! And then you were laying down between my legs, tasting me. And after a while you started to finger me slowly and deeply, and as the feelings intensified I realised that you were building up to try to fist me, something I wasn’t so sure I wanted to experience … psychologically at least. But you were amazing at that too, and the feelings inside were incredible. Such an amazing full feeling which, sadly is indescribable. And soon we were back stood on the floor, me facing the bed bent over, you with your belt maybe wrapped around your hand. And again I felt the sting, this time maybe a little harder, more continual, but always the sting of the belt followed by the penetration and the slow deep thrusts. And my breathing was becoming so heavy, my moans so low, and I felt it starting … my whole body building, building, the light headedness, the tingling in my mouth, and I knew I was going to pass out. That petite Mort that on occasion I have been blessed with experiencing – but one that to date you hadn’t experienced. And that was standing ….. oh it would have been so much more had I been sat astride you (a position you never conceded to). And I fell forward onto the bed, and as I got my bearings you sat with me. And even on that day you looked deep into my eyes and there was concern showing as you consciously asked if I was OK on many occasions. You found out I was not expressive in person …. Apart from continual pleasure-based moans. Not loud, but full of gratitude. Then it was time for you to leave, and we continued our daily texting, sometimes normal random chatter, often you telling me something sexual to do. Like the time I was working in a garage and you wanted me to edge knowing somebody could come in to the reception at any time. Or working on the farm and wanting me to take a picture of myself sat in the office with my boob out of my outfit, knowing again that I could be walked in on. We only met once more, the night in your hotel Hotel with 39Louis39 28th Feb 2018 which exceeded all previous experiences. How I didn’t pass out that night is beyond me. It was sensational for both of us undoubtedly. And over the next 3 months you encouraged me to experience so many things, always excited to be first to know if I had met with anybody. Often building me up to quite a frenzy before meeting with them, telling me they had you to thank for being so ready for them. I began to realise how much I had started to need you. Need your texts, desperately need you to satisfy me again. And twice, phoning me, you did exactly that. The second time, again telling me I couldn't cum until I asked. And making me desperately horny. And I was fighting with myself. I so wanted to ask your permission. It was a game to me, you knew it was, but I wanted to play the game properly. I wanted to force myself to ask your permission .... so against the grain. Pain was never going to force me, it had to be my decision. Holding myself back in desperation I opened my mouth to utter that simple word '.... please', but as I did I came anyway and the word didn't leave my lips. And I apologised, and explained how it felt like the image of the 'Numskulls' from the Beano all those years ago. Some were saying to me 'say it, say it' the others were telling me 'don't ever give in'. We both laughed at the vision, you after a drunk night out, me up late waiting for your call. But it was never going to be more than that, so I decided the right thing to do, emotionally painful as it is, was to be the strong one and walk away. You told me recently that I am an ‘Alpha Sub’, and maybe that is what gives me the strength to make painful decisions. So I sent you my last KicK message, and although I won’t divulge it all here, it ended like this: …. We have become friends, and I’m really glad about that but I can’t handle the KicK friendship anymore. You have my phone number. We are Local Adult Companion friends. If out of the blue you want to catch up in a hotel one day just drop me a message ….. you know I’ll be up for it xx ….. just not this mind control, it’s too much and not enough x you know what I mean. I’m not asking for more ….. but in not asking for more, I need less, I need to break the hold. And of course I can't get you out of my head right now. I dreamt of you last night. Of you and your sub. Of her coming across my profile and getting excited and asking you to invite me to join the two of you. Something I said I couldn't do. Couldn't pretend I didn't know you. But that was then. Now ....... I would love to join the two of you for a night. Love her to watch what you do to me. Love to watch what you do to her. See the experience from the other side of the room. I hope our paths cross again on occasion. But whatever the future holds, you know I will never forget you. And actually, I know you won't forget me either xx Take care, and stay safe xx CuriousFor3s If you have to have regrets, let them be for what you did, not what you wish you had done. |
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