Ron's house was sexy. Never thought I'd say that about someone's home, but it was dark and moody,

with soft leather furniture and deep green walls, the lighting fixtures were bronze and emitted a warm yellow light that spread through the living room as Ron flipped a switch.

He took me into the kitchen and poured me a glass of wine, although I was really desperate to get on with things. It was

date number four, and considering we had met on a dating app for kinky-minded folks,

I was excited for what was to come next. He played with my hair as we sat on the couch, facing each other. I sipped my red wine and

tried to ignore the pulsating sensation between my thighs. It had been months since I had gotten laid,

and even longer than that, since I stepped into my submissive, slutty roll.

When his hand firmly squeezed the back of my neck, I knew that the mood had instantly shifted.

Ron grabbed our glasses and placed them on the coffee table.

Then he wrapped his hand once more around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.

It was soft but quickly deepened as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.

I sighed when he pulled back and began to kiss my neck.

My dark brown hair, which I had straightened so that it was sleek and smooth, fell to

one side.

Leisure traveled up my spine, and and goosebumps broke out over my arms.

More, more!

We headed for the bedroom, with Ron taking me by the hand.

His room was gorgeous, the perfect place for kinky sex.

The bed was covered in a plush, charcoal gray blanket that felt like a cloud underneath me as Ron laid me on my back, pinning my hands above my

head. Ron kissed my neck some more, while his other hand started to slide up the

bottom of my shirt. I whimpered as he reached my breasts, which were covered up by only a thin

brawlet. He squeezed one and then the other. His touch was gentle and then suddenly

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