When desires break the rules

The first rule was simple: don’t touch. I broke it the moment his hand closed around my wrist, heat flaring where skin met skin, the kind of heat that doesn’t ask permission. We were standing too close, breathing the same air, pretending this was still innocent while my body had already made its decision. Every warning I’d rehearsed dissolved under the slow drag of his thumb against my pulse, a silent promise of everything we weren’t supposed to want—and everything I was already aching to take.

His hand pressed softly against my leg, his warm breath brushing my neck as he leaned closer. His eyes held mine—gentle, searching—and in them I saw a quiet relief, as though he’d found something beautiful and unexpected in me. The closeness felt unreal, his skin warm beneath my fingers, grounding me in the moment.

found myself dreaming of endless possibilities—of everything we could become together. The visions swelled and deepened, turning into something overwhelming, something that felt destined rather than imagined.

In a flash of daring, I decided to turn one of my deepest, darkest fantasies into reality. The thought of being tied up, spanked, and completely at someone’s mercy made my pulse race. My mind spun with desire, every nerve alive, and a reckless optimism surged through me.

Finding the right partner to share this with was everything. He had to be fearless yet caring, optimistic yet bold—someone strong enough to stand the test of time and daring enough to take me to the edge, showing me that pleasure and trust could be worth every risk. I believe I found him and more…

With him, life felt effortless—almost dangerously so. The air tightened whenever we were close, charged with an electricity that hummed just beneath my skin. Every glance he cast my way carried a quiet promise, and every deliberate pause left me aching, suspended in that delicious space between wanting and waiting. He knew exactly what he was doing—how to let the tension build, how to make anticipation feel just as intoxicating as touch. By the time I realised how deeply I was craving what lay ahead of us, my body had already answered for me.

I knew it was time…

He finished work late Monday afternoon. My heart was pounding as he walked through the big wooden doors standing there with his big brown eyes staring directly at me. I secretly whispered to me, “He looks out of this world today.” I gently walked towards him, step by step, I closed the distance. My body was excited over the anticipation. He reached out and began to glide his hand along my fully clothed body. I twitched with excitement as every nerve in my body desired his attention.

Holding me in his delicate grip, he began to undress, starting from the top and slowly moving down to the bottom as my elegant naked body blossomed to full light. He carried me, wrapping his arm around my back and his hand over my legs into his dark dungeon of dreams.

He laid me down on his cushioned black leather bed with my legs held high bucked in clamps above the ceiling. My arms held out, bucked and cuffed to the bed, my lips closed and gagged. He began kissing me erotically. Not a single inch of my body was left. My soul was on fire. My heart was racing quicker than I could breathe. My senses were heightened. This felt incredible.

In a sweet, subtle moan, I begged for more…

He opened his drawer. A drawer that was full of dreams. I gasped. It was full to the brim with sex toys. My eyes rolled to the back of my head with pure joy and utter happiness at what was to come as he held his cock in one hand, stroking gently and intently while looking into my glance and sneakily picking his favorite paddle. By now my pussy was twitching. I uttered to myself I’m in for a real treat.

Grabbing the biggest and most powerful paddle he owned, he lifted my arse up in the air, I almost felt like I was floating and had gone to heaven as he spanked my arse so hard I yelped in utter pleasure. He carried on an extra spank at a time until my little butt was so red you could see your face through it.

What an experience but it wasn’t finished there…..

He stroked my pussy as he tilted my head back, letting his cock glide balls deep into my mouth, One stroke of my tongue at a time, Gagging and choking, I sucked him deeper and more erratically as my eyes rolled to the back of my head begging him to cum, I cry out in pleasure. He screams bury your lips around cock deeper darling, I presume and he explodes a deep relief of cum down my throat, bigger than I ever anticipated to reach my tonsils. It was incredible. It tasted deliciously good and very moorish. I praised him for this good work.

But he wasn’t finished yet…

Kissing his way down my body till he finds my clit he proceeds to lick my soaked clit. It felt like I was in a dream. It was so amazingly good. I placed my eyes in his view as he began fingering my sweeter than sweet pussy, inching one finger at a time till I was begging for him to stop. The tension was overwhelmingly impressive. Minutes later, I exploded all over his balls with a deep sigh of relief and a holy amount of appreciation.

We both laid in each others company for the rest of the evening in ore of each others powers and affection. It really was a dream I aspired to and it’s finally been made a reailty.