This is going to sound crazy but I have a story to tell and I have nowhere else to spill so here we go:

Two years ago I had only been with one person, we were in a long term committed relationship but I always felt there was something missing. Our sex life was quite vanilla. After almost seven years together we parted ways. I took my time, respected my healing process, trying to let loose and have fun but always holding back.

I had dated a few people and only started to understand how I was being viewed by the opposite sex. To be very honest I was so caught up in work and the fact that I have never really viewed myself as a ‘looker’ in any way and I wasn’t looking for anything serious but I was over the casual flings.

You see, I have a beast deep inside of me. Some sort of monster that needs to be fed. I always held it back because there were partners I had scared and some I didn’t even show because I knew they would shit their pants.... until Max.

Some I wouldn’t even bother with because I knew I’d eat them alive. I’m used to being in control, I’M the hunter. But boy did this fucker sneak up on me and to this day surprises me with how much he can match my intensity.

Now I had friendzoned him hardcore because I had just befriended his lovely sister, our budding friendship was not something I wanted to risk because I really connect with this chick.

To give you an idea, he had me, bent over my bed, ass bouncing in the air and squirting all over the place before we even had our first kiss. So... that went well....

Now to say I was flustered is an understatement. At first I just thought this man was just thirsty as he is just recently divorced after 16yrs. I gave him the sassy talk (he then later introduced me to the term ‘bratting’, which I have so thoroughly have embraced now) :

“Who do you think you are? Being so forward with my vagina???” (Paraphrasing)

“I am not just some girl you sleep with. I’m the whole damn package!! I’m what they call ‘wifey material’! I’m the one you take home to your mother! I’m not someone you just take home for a night”

blah blah I don’t remember everything I said... there he was laughing, thinking this was all HILARIOUS. He asked if we could talk in person to clear things up... I made him wait a week. If he was still serious after a cool down period, then we would see where things progressed.

And progressed they did...

After a few wonderful dates where all we did was talk (he was very open about his kinks) for hours and after many conversations with his sister, making sure she was fine with it all; he whisked myself and my dog away for a camping getaway. He was a gentleman as I was so burnt out from 10 days of working straight. He took care of my dog. She LOVES him btw...

The next day I wanted to make it up to him. I told him after this one last nap, wake me up I want to go for a midnight swim. He asked permission to introduce me to one of his toys as I had said I wanted to tip toe into exploring this new layer of what I instinctually knew was a part of my identity. I said yes.

We went to a secluded beach, it was maybe one in the morning. I ‘forgot’ my bathing suit. We then proceeded to build up for play and under a beautiful starry moonlight night, he started spanking me hard and pounding into me doggy style. We had set up right in the middle of the fucking beach just begging to be caught. I couldn’t help but laugh at how amazing this all was.

We heard something rustle off to the side, his instincts told us to move our setup under the trees and without a second to spare there was a group that had secreted away to smoke a joint. They had no idea we were there... 😈

I proceeded to massage his shaft with my hand, then I gave him head, eventually we were outright spoon-fucking under the hoodie I had draped over us in case they shone their flashlights on us. Eventually they left, completely unaware (I think). Then that’s when I was in trouble... he took out his custom made flogger black and red leather, beautifully woven craftsmanship and gave me the whipping I never knew I was craving.

The build-up was so perfect, he knew just the right moment to hit a little harder. I was shocked with how much I loved it. Interspersed between delicious cracks of the whip he would check in on me (it was my first time after all and he was so nervous he went a little easy on me).

We stopped eventually because he was so afraid we would be heard and to take it too far. We had gone for almost 20 minutes (a ‘scene’ as the terminology goes). We headed back to the camp site where we quietly pounded each other’s brains out in the tent (although I did let a moan or two slip because I was so lost in the pleasure of it all).

After it was all done, he brought me dark chocolate and my water bottle, cuddled me and started educating me on aftercare. It was his first time playing with a romantic partner. It was my first time playing ever and it was perfect.

I won’t tell you about the next day (yesterday), where he took me to his favourite shop and introduced me to the owner/a close friend of his. I found the corset of my dreams and we did an entire scene with a new toy that he had picked up special for me ❤️. That’ll be for another time😈

*UPDATE COMING* thank you for the responses! Imma write an update real soon!