This story of desire begins with her waiting for me, all dressed up, in her hotel room. She contacted me a while ago, and the wait has been worth it. She’s wearing a semi-transparent dress that hints at her shape. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she has a light touch of makeup. She’s nervous, but when she sees me smile I can sense her relaxing and, little by little, she moves closer to me.
We start the evening with a glass of red wine. As we chat, I try to figure out her limits, her preferences, and everything I need to know before we get started. She is so beautiful that it’s hard not to just throw myself on her right away, but I take a deep breath and think that everything that can happen will be even better if I show her how important it is to me that she feels safe and has no fear of stopping me.
She’s told me she likes submission role play, but without things being too “brutal.” That is, we can do some gentle spanking without leaving her butt black and blue, and she really likes me to take the lead. It all sounds great. We both feel very good and excited. I can already tell that if I turn this experience into an erotic story, I’ll be coming up short, since I have enough material to write a Bible of lesbian erotica. But right now, I still need to take a shower. I’ve walked all the way across Passeig de Gràcia, and as you’d expect in Barcelona in the middle of August, I’ve sweated a bit.
When I come out, she is sitting there with a mischievous, little-girl look that she can’t hide. I grab the collar, ask her to kneel, and put it on her while I say, “From now until I take this collar off, you are in my hands. You will not do anything without my permission, and you will address me as ‘Ma’am.’ Is that clear?”
She nods. I look at her, holding back a bit so I don’t start drooling right there. This lesbian narrative of domination is perfect. I make her stand up; I want to look from top to bottom at this wonderful body that I am about to enjoy with infinite pleasure. I have her turn around, look at her from every side, and find her so perfect that I don’t know where to start.
Then, I tell her to take off her clothes; I want to see her naked. Slowly she takes off the dress and my arousal spikes. Oh my god, what breasts! She is completely shaved, which I don’t find essential—and usually don’t like—but it looks great on her, everything right there for me. Because she is so absolutely attractive, I’m a little blocked and don’t really know where to go next, so I tell her to start by licking my feet. While she’s doing that, I’ll try to get my brain working and redirect the action if needed.
She licks my feet, and in two seconds I know what I want. It’s crystal clear: I want to play with her pussy, just like that. It’s funny, because sometimes I feel like I have to be more gradual, to take a few steps before enjoying something as intimate as genitals, but with her, it doesn’t seem that way. I think maybe she might have touched herself a bit before I arrived.
I order her to get on all fours on the bed, and I can enjoy a view more beautiful than the one from the Montjuïc viewpoint. Her cunt, perfectly aimed at me, pink and so ready, it almost seems to talk to me, asking me to touch it, to do things to it and give it some joy.
So I do. I start by caressing her without lubricant; she is so soft… I haven’t even been touching her for two seconds and Hanna has already started to moan. As I see her, I don’t think she’ll last even two minutes, but I want to play, and so I tell her not to come without my permission, and to warn me if she feels she is getting too close.
I grab the lubricant, and with a generous amount, I start to slide my whole hand and a piece of my arm over her vulva. Now soft, now a little harder, now almost entering her vagina—but not yet—, now slow, now fast… I want to drive her crazy and have her beg me to let her explode with an orgasm.
After I’ve been playing for a while, I decide to use one of my favourite toys: the harness (strap-on). I look at the dildos I’ve brought to choose the size, and I grab a medium one to see how it goes. Shortly after, my intuition tells me that this woman wants something bigger, and I switch the dildo, grabbing a huge one this time. When I slide it inside her by moving my hips, she confirms with a scream of pleasure that my intuition still works very well. I am now completely turned on, and I start to make an energetic motion to get the dildo deep inside her and increase her excitement.
We’re in a moment where the world doesn’t exist, nor time, nor anything else; only us, totally eclipsed by our arousal. Finally, I see that she is very close to orgasm, and I give her permission to let go. She screams so loudly that I think the whole hotel must have heard her, and I smile when I see her face of pure happiness. This story of pleasure is pure magic.
Thank you, Hanna. You’re the juiciest woman on earth.
Nara.
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