A long time ago, I met a guy online (we will call him MP). We would talk through IM, flirt, tease each other etc. I never was really sure if we would meet or even if we did if anything would happen. But we had an amazing time just working each other up. Up until that point in my life, I had only had sex in relationships. But then, one night we had finished an intense session of online teasing and playing when, through talking, we realized we were neighbors. We lived in the same apartment complex only a few yards away from each other. We finally met up one night after teasing ourselves into a frenzy. When I got there, we were both so worked up, there wasn’t even much talk or foreplay. From then, we would play sexually in person, late at night. He loved to watch me masturbate for him. At the time, I knew that I loved the fact that he would tell me what he wanted to see, how he wanted me to do it, and also when I could cum. I hadn’t realized until much, much later that this also was very submissive in nature of me. We are still friends (although he is very happily married now, so we no longer play) and he is so encouraging of me to continue to search for a Dom and explore this side of myself. He is the only friend who I know personally (not just through online here) besides my recent Dom (J) that knows anything about my submissive side. It is nice to have him support me and encourage me throughout it all.
So, I suppose it is no coincidence that I have thought a lot about the times we were together lately. We always had great sex and so much fun playing. One of my favorite experiences with him was very late in the middle of the night. He left the key to his door under the doormat and he went to sleep (naked of course). I would wait to be sure he was not awake and then I would go over and let myself in. I would take off all of my clothes in the living room and leave them there. I would then quietly sneak into his room and gently, without waking him, pull back his covers. I would take his cock immediately into my warm mouth and begin to please him. At first he would awaken slowly and groggily, but he would get so rock hard once he realized that I was really there and working his cock so well with everything I had. He always had this moan that would make me immediately excited. He would reach down and play with my breasts, pinching my nipples a bit, and move his hips with me as I sucked him. Up and down with my mouth, circling his shaft with my tongue, applying just the right pressure with my hand, I would feel him get more and more excited and his cock go deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. He would pull my hair and move my head over his hardness until he was getting close. He then would let me swing on top of him and slide his cock into my now aching and soaking wet pussy. I would ride him while he watched me and held my hips. Now when I think about it, even though I was on top and fucking him, he was the one who was really in control. He was allowing me to fuck him – to do what it was he wanted. I never would last long when I would ride on top of him. I always wanted to orgasm right way and release all of my cum onto him. But, he would command me to hold back. It was always difficult and it usually made me fuck him harder and want him that much more. Once he was ready to cum, he would tell me I could as well. And there it was, the two of us grinding into each other, reaching the heights of ecstasy, wanting to cum for each other and it was always amazing. We would keep at it until both of us were completely spent and sensitive to the touch. I would then go back down on him, licking him clean and tasting both of us on his cock.
At least that is how I always remembered it … He may have a different take on it ;)