g. I was powerless perhaps taken in by love that I willingly followed through with every request. Being controlled created intense mental stimulation, sexual pleasure that I had never known before. No part of my body had gone unexplored, yet I had been completely alone, as the body of another had become an empty shell.
There had become several attempts at my begging to be set free but I was held down by my own desires to fulfill a personal fantasy that had been hidden for many years. Here I was, stark naked while this woman was fully clothed, being explored from the top of my head, to breasts, to the tips of my toes. Her fingers sliding over my forehead, and over my nose, down my neck, over my breasts, down my stomach.....Eyes gazing into mine, repeating over and over again, this is not me, I swear. I just can't resist. I wanted everything, harder, and deeper. I had become just as crazed desiring everything taboo and forbidden. What had I become?
I proclaimed that my love and my body was created for this individual and this individual alone. I had moaned and screamed out words I never knew I could. It added to our erotic evening which led to my shell of a being to state without any uncertainty that I was what she longed for. Her words captivated me.
I have to admit that I was alone in this dreamlike state of sexual desire as I was in a drunken state brought on by sheer passion.
I followed her every request as I pleaded and begged for more. More of the unexpected. My inhibitions ran wild. My body in its entirety had been explored as never before. From the depths of my soul to the depths of my flower.
Confusion and fear consumed me. Questions arose in my head. What's happening? I've begged to be set free once again, although the curiosity stemmed from the most recent sexual pleasure experienced, held me captivated and yearning for more. A willing participant. I had cum simply at the thought of submission. Allowing another human being to experience unfamiliar territory, and I being her prey.
The love we may have had for one another prior to our sexcapade revealed in it of itself complete trust. It had grown apparent in regards to the raw vulnerability of both exposed in the twilight of our engagement.
The tables had been turned when suddenly I was invited to explore the body of the woman before me. I had been physically drained and exhausted but just the thought of being encouraged to fulfill my hearts desire awoken a perverted side I couldn't resist.
We made love in such a way that left me bruised and sore to the very core of my being. I had no more left to give as I had released sexual tension that had accumulated over years that volcanically erupted and had been set free. My body was caressed roughly yet gently, sexually, and yet lovingly. How could this be? My mind pondered. What was in store for me?
It was a rollercoaster ride, literally. Many ups and downs, turns and drops. I was left quivering in orgasmic convulsions long after the loving had ended.
