I want to fuck you until the sun comes up
Constant humping with your panties in your mouth
Tie your arms to your smooth curvy back
And spank you hard till you call me dad
He called me ‘pet’, and I had to call him “Young master”. There was an initiation where he had to earn the right to be my master because cougars weren’t meant to be leashed.
He was ‘Young’ because he was 24 and being a master was his kink.
“I’ve always wanted a pet," he said.
“I like to be collared and leashed but I draw the line at barking even though I do it well,” I said.
“What about eating off the ground?" he added a smiley.
“Dude, draw the line there too.”
“I thought the eating was hot. Haven’t u seen it?”
“Why would I? Seriously? Unless the ground is you, well, that I can do.” I smiled
back.
“I’d like that," he said.
“I’ll climb on you and take you…”
And that’s how our chats went. Getting hotter and naughtier as we kept on. In my two years of running wild, I’d finally met someone my match. A super Dom in an unlikely person who enjoyed giving pain for his pleasure.
“I have to pretend to be someone else wherever I go. I’m tired of wearing masks," he said.
“You don’t have to with me. I am what you get. Nothing less but maybe more.” I laughed.
“Rn I’m planning to hook up with you many times.”
“Like what u see?” I asked.
“Very much," he said.
And a quick vid call later to ID him. “I should have flashed u,” I said.
He was cute. The type I liked who looked kinda-nerdy-but-not with glasses on, and hot when he took them off.
His eyes were dark and held a coldness like the pit of the abyss. The contrast between his friendly face and dead eyes were alluring and impossible to resist. Especially when he watched as I struggled between the pain he weld and the pleasure he gave.
Had I known I was going to drown in them, and he would take that thrill away as easily as he gave, I might have not wanted to know.
Ignorance was bliss and this was true to point.
But I am a woman who didn’t live with regrets. I was the type to believe every action brought us to where we are today. If there wasn’t any cause and effect, we couldn’t be the deep, flawed and yet happy people that we are.
“Do you want to do it till the sun comes up?" he asked.
“I would like some sleep cuddling and poking, Morning sex would be nice.” I smiled. I did that a lot these days chatting with him.
“I’m horniest in the morning, actually, and I normally don’t eat breakfast. But I can make you breakfast," he said.
“Dunno when was the last time someone made me something.”
“Really? Surprised," he replied.
“I can teach u. Cooking skills. I can cook for u.”
“If u do it in lingerie. Jk. Don’t want u to have oil burns. But it’s one of the fantasies I have.”
I showed him my black apron pics. Topless, a T-panty and a small whisk. Cosplaying was fun, and I enjoyed experimenting with how far I could take my play.
“Hmm…I’m glad you matched with me. You are like my dream.”
Dreams were meant to be dreams. To fish, I had to play the game. Yet his words flowed like honey, and I basked in his joy. Lessons weren’t learned, and Baby Cougar wasn’t meant to play in the sea if she drowned too many times.
I want to have passionate sex till we both explode.
Till my brain stop thinking, till my pussy knows.
Till I see your face and nothing more.
Your eyes in mine, and mine in yours.
The big bang, was it all I was looking for? I was lucky enough to have a husband and family who love me dearly. To ask for anything more was greed.
Yolo was all fun and games. Sweet, naughty words meant to flirt, adding thrill to the hunt, spicy sexual tension, followed by sparks of instant gratification.
That was what I wanted.
No feelings involved. That was what H and I agreed.
“There’s no such thing as having no feelings. You gotta cut yourself off when it happens,” said someone.
“Of course,” I replied with confidence. I knew what I wanted. The cougar took what she got. It took two to dance in the sexual fumes of desire, and like the guys, I wished I could walk away without a care.
Post nut clarity should be for women too. Maybe it is nature’s calling so men could spread their seeds to as many women as they could. And the women stayed behind because someone had to protect the kids from the big, bad, crazy world out there.
And the moms who didn’t protect made mommy boys, who wanted what they never got. But, this guy wasn’t a mommy boy.
“I have daddy issues," he said.
I didn’t get what he meant when he said that earlier. Thinking it was just like mommy issues where you were looking for a mommy figure. Except, Oedipus he was not. He wanted to be daddy — the master of the house.
He drove forty minutes and picked me up, taking me to his home which I’d usually not do especially on a first date. We sat in his couch and he was just about to turn on the TV when I told him about Maverick the Japanese guy who made me watch four hours of TV and then said his dick was broken. I’d wasted all my time hoping for more which I never got.
So he kissed me hard. Hands all over my body. Lips on my neck and hands grabbing my green blouse and pulling it over my head. Underneath was a pair of black see-through bra, panties and garters. Silk laced with pinks of my large nipples perking up.
I giggled, smiling as his lips touched my cold breast. Hands massaging as his fingers played with my naughty nips, whispering words of love as he took turns to taste them.
“Bite me,” I whispered into his ear and licked him, nibbling at the tips of his ears as he groaned and moaned with my wet touch.
His black eyes dilated with lust. I tried to look away, embarrassed by his attention. His gaze never once wavering, until our mouths met again and he ate me hungrily.
A beast was growing deep within.
“I never felt like this before," he sighed. “You have open up a side of me I didn’t know I had.”
“When did that happen?” I asked.
“I think…” he paused from his incessant kissing. “The pic of you tied up with that black…ribbon?”
“Sash,” I told him. “It’s my favorite way of tying. Better than rope. Silky and sexy.”
“Yes. I love it but it wasn’t tight enough. I’ll make it tighter…”
He chased me up the stairs. My grey skirt lifted as he pulled down my lace T-panties. Grabbing my ass. His hands pawing at my legs as I laughed and screamed. He pounced on me, pinning me down on the carpet steps. His lips on mine, his body anchoring mine.
I slipped from under him and ran to his bedroom, and jumped on his bed. We laughed and he pinned me down again.
“You can’t win me. I do Jujitsu," he grunted.
“Wooo…” I teased. “Always wanted to wrestle and fuck. Do you think of that when you practice?”
“No," he said.
“That’s because you haven’t fought a half-naked woman.”
“True," he grinned and wrapped his strong arms around me like a snake.
“I’m gonna get out of you.” I laughed, struggling hard.
“Try me…”
“This is one of my fantasies,” I said as I huffed and fought.
He was heavier than a bar of steel. Each move I made, his muscled arms and legs got me wrapped again. He was a predator playing with his prey, while I searched for a way out.
My breath panting hard against his ear and he was cool as shades. My breasts against his bare chest. Skin to skin, heart to heart. His erection pressed against my ass, hands cupping my large breasts.
“What are you doing?” I giggled. My next words lost as he plunged right in, and I was caught in the rapture of his attack. Our voices grunted and moaned as he took what he wanted and I cried for him to stop.
He stuffed my mouth with my panties. “Quiet," he ordered. “My neighbors can hear you.”
I shook my head. And when I tried to take it out, he wrapped my arms and hands with my sash, tightening till I couldn’t move. “Better?" he asked.
I wriggled, kicking him and he grabbed my legs, lying on me. “You can’t get out. I’ll never let you leave.”
He knew I liked being spanked. The more I moaned, the more he punished me in other ways. Biting me hard, and when I cried, he tickled.
“We need a safe word," he said.
“Melon?” I said.
“No. Longer. How about Pineapple?”
“What?”
And he pinned me down again. Caught me breathless as I fought and he watched me panting, fingers thrusting in and out of my wet pussy and moving somewhere further down when I wasn’t ready.
“Pineapple!” I panted.
“What?”
“Pinnneee…no…too much…stop…Pineee.” I cried when he stuck his finger into my second hole.
He stopped. Eyes glinting. “What do you say?”
“It hurts.”
“And you like it?”
“No…too much…daddy…” I giggled.
“Daddy? No…not daddy.” He warned.
I slipped from under him and he grabbed my leg and pulled me back on the bed. A guy with a black belt was whipper quick.
“You won’t get away. Call me.”
“Spank me,” I said arching my ass to his face.
“No.”
“Spank me and I’ll call you master.”
“No. You’ll call me because you have to.”
And when I refused he stuffed my mouth with my lace panties again, and when I fought to free myself from him, he took my garter belt and wrapped it over my mouth and head, and grabbed my hair.
And that was how I was stuffed. Pandora’s box opened like a tart with her legs.
Pain with pleasure. Resistance or obey. He ruled the day. And in those brief moments, my heart flew. Euphoria.