Assignation - Finale

Enjoy yourselves. I cannot tell you the value of this experience...

______________________________________

The discussions we had regarding handling frustration and anger were ones that found us in perfect agreement of something we both wanted but for totally different reasons. We understood and accepted each others desire for the experience. This one statement should tell you all you need to know and/or understand about what we are going to write for you. The desire for being flogged during a sexual act was consensual and much craved by both of us.

I bought a flogger a couple of years ago when I first became interested in the possibility of being hit during sex. My life’s circumstances over the years has led to me being distracted, disinterested, bored and basically a zombie in all aspects of day to day living. Since I was numb to most feelings, I started to focus on pain. Not put-your-tits-in-a-vice pain but the mixture of some pain to enhance the pleasure. Flogging or spanking seemed a good thing to try. My friend also wanted to experience the feelings of giving that pain. He will tell you his reasons.

My friend is a muscular, fit , healthy man. He commands attention and exudes authority. He also is very gentle and tender but powerful. He’s complex and exciting. I value our friendship on many levels.

The anticipation created its own excitement and we were more than ready to begin after some kissing and touching. I began on my knees, bent over to be able to work the vibrator in my very ready pussy while he stroked my back and ass with the flogger. As I became more aroused, he increased his hits. He worked the flogger like he’d had a PhD in flogging! He called me slut, bitch, his slut (which made my pussy tingle!) and varied his strokes masterfully. The closer I came to orgasm, the harder I wanted to be hit. He obliged when I yelled, “Harder!” I could tell this excited him tremendously. The strands of the flogger nipped delightfully at my wet, swollen cunt as I worked my clit with the vibrator. The stinging blows and the tremors emanating from my core gave me an intense orgasm and allowed me to enjoy nothing more - in mind AND body - my own pleasure.

It was a gift . The best gift EVER!

I rolled to my back after that incredible orgasm and was treated to the lashes on my breasts, stomach and wide open, very wet, pussy. I knew that he was excited but I gave no thought to his climax or pleasure. I was awash in so much FEELING of my body and mind that was all I cared about. Again, I came with an intensity that caused me to be transported to another place, another time. I was totally selfish and was encouraged to be so. That alone caused me to cum.

As I came down from orgasmic heights, that I’ve never experienced before, my friend stroked and soothed my body. He held me and kissed me until I was able to relate my emotions to him. The very pleasant stinging of my flogged body was such a glorious reminder of his strength and caring, I wanted it to last forever.

We were able to manage two such sessions that evening and both wanted more, more, more, but time was not on our side. I know that both of us are grateful to have been able to give this experience to each other but we are now wanting more. We are separated by miles and miles and need to find partners that will be able to “dance with the same grace” as we did. No easy feat, that!

Writing this has been difficult for me because I want it to convey my correct thoughts and emotions of the experience. What I can tell you is that my friend, my lover, my “Sir” - Ron, is an incredible friend, lover, “Sir.” He gave his time, his wit, his home, his body and his desire to me without question or expectation.

Ron is a very rare human being. I am honored to call him friend, lover, “Sir.” I hope that we will be able to meet again to further our adventures and create more erection causing, pussy wetting stories in the future. He is one fucking sexy man!

I was going to continue about him fucking my face, which was another fantasy of mine come true, but I think I’ll stop and let him tell his side of the story. Writing this for y’all has brought back some luscious memories and my Hitachi awaits.

_________________________________

In case you don't follow Nitebyrd, hers is the eloquence here. My goodness....Now it's my turn. I'll be writing here ASAP. Talk to me, folks. Tell me....tell us what you think...