sirs-sub1969:

I take a risk and send the photo of my pretty shaved pussy to you with one word. Yours.

I wonder how you will receive this and what your response will be. I fear you will not receive this the way I wish. 

Your response some hours later is exactly what I didn’t know I needed, but you knew just what to say, as always: 

“Oh I love that word. That idea. That photo. That pussy.“ 

I hear it in your voice as I read the words on my screen. My body reacts with a tightening in my chest that makes me gasp for air. My need for your approval raw and deep inside me. How is it that just your words have this affect on me?

And immediately I think back to last weekend when we met each other face to face for the first time. Waiting breathlessly on my hotel bed for you to arrive our text exchange marked the time:

10:44 am Me: I am on the 28th floor room 2808…should I meet you in the lobby or will you come up? 

10:45 am Me: No keycard for the elevator…

10:46 am Sir: I will come up

10:46 am Me: ok

I have dressed in my favourite black lace panties I got in Paris so long ago and never wore.  Tucked in the back of a drawer for a special occasion that never came. 

This seemed like such an occasion. My black and red bra. Tight pants with zippers at the ankles that I love so much. A pretty top low cut in the back and the front as well. Barefoot. Toenails painted. A light bit of lipstick, but otherwise free of makeup. Waiting.

10:56 am Sir: Parked
                Sir: Walking
10:57 am Me: Laying on the bed. Nervous and wet.
10:58 am Sir: Good
10:59 am Me: I barely slept last night
11:00 am Sir: 🙂
11:02 am Sir: You should be nude

I read the words. I screamed out loud "Fuuuuuccckkkkk” and danced around the room anxiously…peeking at the phone in my hand…peeking at the words
over and over again as if maybe they would magically disappear…or maybe I read them wrong. Maybe you meant once you got there?  

But I knew you were going to ask me to do this. I knew deep down this was coming. The GIF you sent me of the woman opening the hotel room door naked for the man who knocked flashed in my memory. I knew.

I was measuring in my head whether I should refuse.  What excuse could I come up with ? Would you punish me? How would you punish me? Maybe I want Sir to punish me…? I struggled against my brain telling me this was madness, “What in the fuck are you doing?”

11:03 am  Me: ….

I stared at the screen on my phone. Hoping for a softening from you…an ‘lol’ or ‘it’s ok’…something. 

Nothing.

Time was ticking away. In an instant I threw off my clothes and collapsed on the bed again, my thoughts swirling, my cheeks red and my face hot. 

How can I be doing this? Who are you right now? This is not you. 

11:05 am  Me: Done [acting like it’s no big deal]
11:06 am Sir: Perfect
11:06 am  Me: Yup never felt more naked in my life [because actually i want you to know it is a big deal]
11:07 am Sir: Good sentence. Good sentiment.

I lay there naked wishing there was a way I could just disappear into the bed…get under the covers…hide. Maybe I could prop the door open?
I looked but there was no option for that. No deadbolt or safety latch to flip out so the door would not fully close. “What kind of hotel is this?” I thought to myself for the first time even though the first two nights I didn’t give it a second thought.

11:13 am Sir: 2 min

I waited wondering what to say when I opened the door. I decided planning anything was useless and artificial. 

I worried about the things that women worry about. Will you find me attractive? Will you be aroused by me and overlook my flaws? The words you wrote many weeks before were in my head… “I love your body already. I love curvy. I love dimply. Now get over that and focus on MY body and pleasing Me. And relax about your sexy body…Listen beautiful. We aren’t 18. And I don’t want to be 18. I am fit and strong and I work out every day. A woman though should be soft. Curvy. Submissive. Mmmmmm.”  

11:19 am Sir: Elevator

11: 20 am Me: [hourglass sign]

My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears. “A real man loves a real woman and her body.”

The knock on the door. There is no turning back now. I take a deep breath and open the door, hiding myself behind it in case anyone in the hall should see.

I don’t remember what you said…I think my first words were “I have never done this before…” I remember looking at your blue eyes and thinking ‘this can’t be real.’ After all the words and waiting you were finally there in front of me. I was suddenly very conscious of my nakedness. 

 My normal recall for events hazy, in the mix of the emotions I was feeling.  In some order you took in all of my body and indicated your approval. We kissed…your tongue invading my mouth and your hands on me pulling me to you. You made sure you asked me if I wanted to continue…I said “Yes please."  "Yes please ‘Sir!’” you remind me. “Yes Sir.” You began to get undressed…did I help? Did I watch? I can’t remember. 

Adrenaline has wiped the memory from my brain.

Before I knew what was happening I was on my knees in front of you and I was looking at that beautiful cock that I had seen in the pictures you had sent. I could smell her musky sweet scent on you as I ran my lips and tongue over your cock, teasing, before taking you in my mouth. You leaned back, thrusting your hips forward to meet my mouth. As I am writing this my mouth is watering…replaying that first time I felt you fill it. Is it my mouth, or is it Yours?