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[M] Written for my sub [F], shared with you. [light BDSM] | 2016

This is a very simple summation from my perspective of the last sexual experience. I wrote it for my submissive because I know she loves erotic fiction and would love to read an account of our sex life from an external perspective. I have decided to share it here. There may be some spelling and/or grammar mistakes, I've barely edited it. I am happy to answer questions about BDSM in the comments if anyone is interested.

I suggested she take off her shirt. She typically has no choice but to obey when I give an order, but for once it was merely a request related to the temperature of the room. I like having her sleeping naked next to me, for practical and symbolic reasons, though this time her panties remained on.

She slid back into bed, wiggled her peach colored panty-clad ass back against me, and fell silent as we spooned in the dark. With my arms wrapped around her and her skin so soft, I always feel a strong inclination to let my hands wander her body and appreciate what's mine. Palm cupping her exposed hip, fingertips sliding along her shapely back, rubbing her cute belly, and blatantly cupping the swell of breast -- she hated when her ex touched her that way outside of sex, but she's warmed up to me doing as I please with her. I touch her how I want to when I want to. She's mine, after all.

It's late, we should sleep, but instead she asks in a soft voice, "Will you make me orgasm before bed...?" There's no time to get out the spreader bar I've just made. Even her collar will sit unused. I've never been one to say no to such a request, but time is of the essence.

I guide her hand to my cock, she rubs her fingers against the very tip of my erection, and I immediately feel a rush of sexual satisfaction and fondle her more aggressively. After a few seconds I pull her hand away, we go back to a half-spooning position, and she sweeps her legs inward, curling up to give me access to her fantastic ass. With her body so exposed I can't resist having a little rough fun despite the fact that we're pressed for time. My hand curves, contouring to the surface it's about to strike, and I strike her five or six times, each smack coaxing a little sound out of her. My slut does love to be spanked, and I'm not about to stop there, I want to hear more.

I tell her to get on her hands and knees. She crawls close, half hovering over me as I lay on my back. Her lips are by my ear, I reach down her body and smack her four more times. This time I get to hear her reaction much more intimately. It is incredibly arousing. I tell her to suck my cock. She does what she's told.

She's slow to take my head into her mouth but once she gets going her talent really starts to shine. But this isn't for me, not directly, it's another point of separation between her and what she wants. I like to make her wait. She has to earn it. When I pull out of her mouth and tell her to lick down my cock and rub her tongue against my testicles, she does exactly that.

I can feel my erection against her face as she obeys. I tell her to lick back to tip, where her touch started that evening, and then we transition away. She's about to get what she wants, what we both want really, but I'm not done teasing. I tell her to lay on her back and spread her legs. She obeys. Her panties stay on even though I want to peel them off so badly. I kiss her thighs and the soft, exposed skin adjacent to the edge of her underwear, and then come the teeth. I can never resist an urge to bite softly when the occasion calls for it.

She gets what she wants -- almost. I kiss and rub my lips against her through her panties, my tongue teases her through the barrier, she's loving it even though the sensation's muted. When her panties finally come off I kiss, lick, and rub my mouth against her enthusiastically. She moans for me and although I'm quiet, I'm enjoying it nearly as much. I suck the right lip of her labia into my mouth and run my tongue against it, then stop to give her a command, "Turn on the light."

We only stop long enough for her to stretch above her and hit the switch. I get a quick look at her beautiful pink, gorgeous sex before my mouth is back on her. Now I can look up her body at her expression as I eat her out, exactly as I'd planned.

My finger moves to her entrance and slips inside of her easily. I wiggle it back and forth inside her, occasionally pressing upward against the sensitive ridge inside her I know she loves having stimulated. My tongue laps against her clit rhythmically. The stimulation remains steady, she gets louder and louder, then comes the insistent question, "Sir. Please let me come." I move my mouth away quickly to give her the permission she requires then lap my tongue against her hard.

I watch as she thrashes about a bit, coming for me while I continue to eat her. I don't stop until a few seconds after she asks me to, when I feel satisfied. I tell her to lay on her side and spoon with her, holding her, and ask how her orgasm was. It doesn't take me long to shift to my back, grab her by her hair, and pull her lips down to my cock. As she sucks I tell her to get my cock nice and wet because I'm going to enter her soon.

When I give the order she turns around and backs her body up. She takes my cock in her hand and guides the tip to her entrance. I grab her hips as she begins to fuck herself back against me, her body rising and falling off the mattress. I love the sounds she makes in that moment, the feeling of her sex around me. I can feel my orgasm building fast so I tell her to stop. I take a moment to appreciate the feeling of being inside of her as I caress her back, ass, and hips. Then I give her permission to move again.

It doesn't take long for me to orgasm. I cherish the feeling of coming inside her, then make her get back down on her knees and clean off the tip of my cock. We part ways briefly to ready ourselves for bed post-sex, then comes my favorite part of the entire evening: we lay together, her feeling affectionate, me feeling possessive, enjoying the post-orgasm bliss.

I make sure to let her know what a good girl she is and that I love her.