I felt I could do anything to him and he would acquiesce, tell him my deepest fantasies and he would play along; the power of his want and need was extraordinary. He was completely sexually in thrall, and the thought that I was the cause thrilled my blood. (At this point I did not fully acknowledge that he was a nineteen year old boy, and most teenage boys are sexually in thrall to a naked woman…)
I ran my fingers through his dirty blond hair and urged him to tell me what he wanted – his hoarsely whispered words were the tipping point, and I positioned myself above him, my legs on either side of his hips, and took his cock in my hand. Sliding the tip of it into me to wet it more, I started to stroke him but he had had enough – grabbing my hips he forced me down on him so hard it hurt, in that pleasure/pain way. He plunged his cock deep inside of me, up to the hilt, making me ride him.
