Story of M

This is a story of M

M was the first to show me, to pull the sub out of me, to force me to do what I wanted to do.  Even now I love him, always and forever, and I know he loves me.  We are each others fondest memory.  Being with Him (my Dom) now, in our last scene he was talking about his ex.   He was telling me how he used to bite her, on her neck. When he said that I took a sudden deep breath, he saw the expression in my eyes and then said “well it’s something she liked me to do”.  My expression wasn’t because of what he did to her but of the memories that came rushing back in my mind.  It was of M, of him biting me on my shoulder, on my neck.  The rush I would feel when he did this, his way of expressing his desire for me, how much he wanted to be with me.  I spent a good part of last night thinking about J and another good part thinking of M, of the things we did and how that’s shaped what I’m trying to do now. When I meet M, I was young; he was just 2 years older.  We spent so much time together; I was totally in love with him, though I never told him he knew. We could talk for hours, and I loved hearing his voice, he has that scratchy sexy type of voice, I was mesmerized by this man, his confidence, his willingness to show me how he cared for me.  I loved him, and years later I found out I loved him like no other.

M was totally Dom, as I see it now, back then it was more termed macho.. lol  He was strong, but treated me gently, but firmly. In thinking of him, how he was back then, some of the things he did were so Dom. I’ll share a few things here. One was that he’d lead me by my hand, almost pulling me, to a special place and then ever so slowly kiss me, oh God he was a fabulous kisser, slowly he’d get closer and hold me tighter, after a while he’d bring his hands down my back and to my butt and squeeze me closer to him so that I could feel him getting hard or to help it along, at the same time he’d be working his feet between mine, first one foot would work it’s way between and then he’s start with the other, the whole time kissing me, I’d fight him from spreading my legs, that’s what a good girl does, but he knew, he could tell I still wanted him to do what he was doing. Even whispering in his ears, telling him “no, we can’t”, or begging him “Please” he new this please meant please stop, be the strong one for us as I can’t.   Then after he’d be squeezing me closer to him with his hands on my butt, he’d move his hand back up to my hips and across to my midriff, sometimes his hand would go up to my face and the back of my neck and he would kiss me so sweetly, and hold my head preciously.  Then his hand would start to go down to the front of my dress or skirt, he’d keep his hand on the outside of it and began to rub me, it was to much for me, I’d try and bring my legs and feet back together but while he was kissing me and distracting me he’d be placing his feet and his body so that I was pinned, I couldn’t move. My legs were very strong from 13 years of dancing lesions and gymnastics but he was stronger, track & football made them stronger than mine.  I’d tell him “No, you can’t do that”, and he’d smile and say “Yes I can” and then whisper “it’s ok” Or he’d just say my name in a tone which assured me.   With a meaning that he wasn’t going to let it go that far, we wouldn’t go “All the way”.  He’d some how start to kiss me and again and then would start again, there were times I’d try and bring my hand down to stop him and he’d either have it pinned or was holding it tight with his other hand.  He’d then start to rub my pussy and kiss me at the same time.  It felt wonderful. I loved being close to his strong athletic body, feeling his strength, his muscles flexing in order to fight to keep his hold on me. He’d relax a little bit but still have his hold on me and when he wouldn’t expect it I’d struggle to get lose again and he’d instantly tighten his hold.  We would do that for what seemed like hours though it was probably only and hour, maybe a little bit more, until he or I had to leave. He’d always end our time together with a passionate kiss and he’d sometimes bite me, he’d bite my shoulder, it hurt and I’d react but I loved it.

There were other things he’d do or say that were so dominate, he had a little bit of a jealous streak in him and didn’t like it when other guys would talk to me or me talk to them. LOL yes, he’d threaten me to do bodily harm to them if I continued to “flirt”. Not wanting to be the cause of someone beaten to a pulp, I’d stop or make sure others didn’t stay long talking with me. I’ll keep a few of the other things to myself; some memories are too precious to share.