I'd met her once and enjoyed a nice meal with her that she'd had to prepare twice due to distractions. It was a nice chat to have and to know her better as the evening was drawing further on. We were alone and and then cuddling on her couch, stroking her skin and then kissing. Her eyes captivated me and caught me in their gaze, trusting me not to hurt her and I never would. We kissed and strokes one another tenderly and went into her room where my fingers danced over her body in a long slow massage. Her skin was soft and so perfect to the touch
I found myself between her thighs massaging her and licking her, stroking over her hot sex with my tongue and listening as her body reached the inevitable end and it was so beautiful. She returned the favor but my body betrayed me. Her mouth was so perfect, her actions so driven, and the ideas and thoughts floating through my head drove me over the edge within short minutes.
I wanted to submit myself to this Goddess, to her desires and pleasures; to show her that she is not the submissive she believes but a powerful Goddess worthy of adoration and submission and still desire to to this day despite problems arising in my world. I sit and dream of the day kneeling between her booted legs, gloved fingers stroking through my hair as my tongue does its duty to bring this Goddess to her climax again and again
