I have been feeling the need to explore my submissive side lately and without a partner that can engage that with me, I've been struggling, so I thought a healthy way to deal with that could be to write what I am thinking about, so this is a start but will continue in the future. I hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome.
From the minute I saw him, I knew I needed him. I needed to hear his voice, feel every inch of him, submit to him, to feel him take control of me and make me his.
His blue eyes pierced into me from across the room, as he caught sight of me. His tongue slightly escaped his mouth to lick those gorgeous, juicy lips before they curled into a mischievous smirk. His hand, adorned with a few rings, reached back to stroke along the side of his dark hair which was pulled back into a relaxed ponytail.
I suddenly realised how long I had been looking and glanced away, hoping to hide my obvious interest in a somewhat futile attempt to appear coy. As I looked back, he had disappeared from my view, and I found myself looking around and then I saw him, sitting back on a stool, leaning back, elbows rested on the bar, watching me, studying me, that smirk cemented on his face as he realised how interested I was in him.
My cheeks flushed as my eyes dropped to the floor and I wondered how desperate I looked. How could I be so foolish? I promised myself I was just here to get used to the environment. I hadn't had any experience with men, I wasn't going to rush into anything. I was just here looking, to see how this place worked, how the people in here socialised, how they played off each other. Now here I was, blushing and acting all shy as I made eyes at a handsome guy who had just looked at me.
Fuck, no, not handsome.
He was just a guy.
Some guy at a bar…
…who had really fucking incredible eyes…
…and a smirk that made me want to go over to him.
I looked up at him again, my gaze going straight to the few buttons undone at the top of his shirt, my eyes exploring the hard chest below them, his muscles in his chest not large, but definitely firm as my eyes explored him more. I examined more of him, his sleeves rolled up to expose those powerful forearms, then the bracelet on his wrist a plaited leather band, a few simple rings on his hands, difficult to see them from over here in the dark room.
As my eyes explored him, they were drawn down his body, draped as it was over the stool and the bar, and they were drawn to the something, as he leaned back, his shirt had pulled up, and his trousers were pulled tight across his legs, a prominent bulge showing off his impressive and alluring member. As I realised what my eyes had fallen upon, I gulped then quickly moved my eyes up to his face in time to see him wink at me, then lift his arm, holding his hand up to hook two fingers in the air, beckoning me over. |
