In the Stairwell [m/f] | 2016

I wrote this once before but deleted it shortly after. I was afraid I'd be recognized, but fuck it. I've decided to write a lot of my experiences. Here's one of them.

This was about a month into dating my current girlfriend. I live on a friend's couch, so taking women back to my place isn't happening. My girlfriend still lived with her parents in a condo. My girlfriend and I had a lot of trouble (and still do) being away from each other. For the first several months of our relationship, I would drive to her condo after her parents went to sleep and we would just hang out in her car all night. We would cuddle, talk, make out, and many times fall asleep in the back. This led to us staying out literally all night about every other night. We were pretty much always the first people to get to starbucks when they opened at 5am. We just couldn't say goodbye and never wanted to be apart. But anyway, I digress.

It was the middle of winter at this point, and normally we would crank the heat in her car and get through the chills. Not this night. It was apocalyptically cold. The next day was one of the biggest snow storms in years, there were severe cold warnings (the kind where you get frost bite from staying out for five minutes). We couldn't stay away from each other though, so we snuck into her condo building and hid in the back staircase. While it wasn't comfortable, at least it was tolerably cool.

We did what we normally do, talk, cuddle, make out. We were still learning each other at this point. As we passed a bottle of Sake and Plum Wine Ice Cream back and forth, we turned our discussion to sex. This happened a lot, so we weren't shy about it. In fact, a conversation about sex on the night I met her was one of the things that she found attractive. But as I said, we were learning each other. We'd been having sex for about two weeks, but only that kind of fevered, hysterical sex where you need to fuck another person.

So here we were, talking about sex at three am in a stairwell, fairly tipsy from finishing a bottle of sake. She tells me that she wanted to be dominated, and that her last (and only) partner had been a real bitch in bed. Not a sub, just a boy. He liked to be dominated, so it was usually her that got put into that role. I, on the other hand, had never experimented in dom/sub sex. I'd had a couple of partners at this point, but it wasn't any of their kinks so I didn't get to experience it.

She naturally took that as an invitation, straddled me, and started to get aggressive. I'll never forget, mid making out hot and heavy, she ripped my hands off of her body with one hand, and grabbed my chin hard. Staring right into my eyes like she hated every fiber of my being, she whispered, "You little fuck. You really think you're a man? You really think that having your hand in my pants does anything for me? How does it make you feel to know that a little purple plastic toy satisfies me more than you ever could?"

Now I should point out that I am a very giving lover. I spend much more time on my partner than I ever get in return and I like it that way. I love being able to give pleasure and to see my partner happy and satisfied. So on a normal day, this would be pretty devastating. Being that we'd just been talking about it though...

She held my chin for another couple of seconds before sneering, pushing my head to the side like a piece of trash, and dismounting me. After taking a couple of seconds to collect myself and evaluate what just happened, I looked over at her, now a couple of feet away in the opposite corner of the landing. She looked like a pixie, a little faerie that had just turned your skin pink and your hair blue and was watching you struggle with the situation. She was hiding the biggest smile behind her hands, pretending to be blowing into them to keep warm. The glint in her eye was unmistakable.

I pounced on her. Faster than I thought I could move, I was across the landing and on top of her. I crushed my lips into hers with so much passion and ferocity and she returned it. I wanted to let her know that I was ok with this, that I accepted her kink and would do everything I could to reciprocate it. I started kissing down her neck, hearing her moan echo through the stairwell. I bit down right where her neck meets her shoulder and she cried out. I think that shocked her out of her momentary bliss, because the next thing I know, her hands are inside my shirt, scratching huge gashes down my back. I can feel that she's drawing blood and I love it. (This would be the beginning of my love for being bitten and scratched. After a couple of nights of this, I look in the mirror and look like I've just been whipped.)

I don't hesitate to push my hand into her pants. I know she's incredibly turned on. Her cunt is soaked, her panties are ruined. I push my middle two fingers into her hard, lifting her butt off the ground a bit, and hear her hiss. We'd just recently discovered that she can squirt (I was the first to make her, she was also the first I was able to make), so I work her g-spot relentlessly. She loves it rough and I'm throwing my whole body into it. Meanwhile, she's clawing at my back and biting down as hard as she can on my coat.

Her tight jeans were getting in the way, so without even thinking I rip them down to her mid thigh, panties and all. She gasps in surprise, not expecting me to be so bold in public. I don't let up though, I keep finger fucking her g-spot and she cant speak to protest. Within thirty seconds, her fist balls up in my hair, she rakes her nails down my back harder than she ever has, and her face screws up in extreme extacy as she cums around my fingers. She starts squirting and I can hear it hitting the tile just inches below her ass. I can feel it gushing past my fingers and pooling in my palm.

After a long minute, she finally starts to come down, shaking and shivering both from the cold stairwell and having just squirted for the third time (and I'm pretty sure the best orgasm I'd given her up to that point). After she's collected herself, she pulls her pants back up and kisses me. We moved to the other (not puddled) corner of the landing and cuddled. I held her through her after shocks and we talked some more.

"That was nice, but it was just rough. You didn't dominate me," She says.

About an hour goes by, the entire time I have a raging hard on, and she's clearly dozing off. So now that it's about 4:30am, I tell her it's probably time for her to get in and get some sleep. After the obligatory back and forth, I convince her to get up. I have a plan though.

She sleepily stands up slowly shambles to the first step. I grab her hand and turn her back around to me like I'm going to sweetly kiss her good night. Her eyes are droopy and I can tell she's spaced out. Perfect.

Just before our lips touch, I grab her collar, pivot, and literally throw her against the opposite wall (she traveled about three feet). Her back struck the wall and she was awake. She was definitely awake now. She was breathing like she'd just run a mile, her eyes were wide, and I could visibly see she was shaking.

I put on my best serious face and slowly walked up to her. When I was in range, she tried to pull me into a kiss, but I pinned her arms to the wall with ease. I moved in so I was only a hair's width from her. I looked directly into her eyes, desperate, afraid, and excited, and whispered.

"You think you can just get off an leave me like this?" I pushed my cock against her stomach, letting her feel what she'd done to me all night. She moaned a deep, soulful moan. "You think you can tease me, torture me, insult me, and I'm just going to let that go?" Though my voice was one of extreme anger, she was loving every second.

"I'm going to fuck you," I whispered, "right here in the stairwell, where everyone can see what a fucking whore you are."

Without waiting for a reply, I spun her and pushed her up against the wall. I practically ripped the button off of her jeans, I yanked them down to her knees in one go. She looked back, all playing gone from her eyes.

"What if someone comes in?!" She asked as I undid my belt.

I wasn't breaking character. She knew the safe word, I'd only just told it to her twenty minutes ago. If she wanted this to stop, she could make it stop. The little bitch wanted to be put on display.

"Then they're going to see me filling your cunt." I sneered back and pushed my cock into her.

She. Was. Soaked. She would later tell me this was the wettest she'd ever been, and as soon as I threw her at the wall, she felt herself literally gush.

I grabbed a fist full of her hair and fucked her harder than I'd ever fucked anyone up to that point. I pressed her whole body into the brick wall as hard as I could and threw every single muscle in body into fucking her sopping wet cunt with my whole being.

Sadly, about three minutes in, someone did actually come down the stairs. We laughed about it, cleaned up, got her home, and then I had to dodge the cops on my way out.

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