BL Supremacy 🌈

The night I learned I liked being a submissive good girl F[23] I don't normally write about past partners, but hubby and I got to talking about defining moments (s£xually) and we agreed this was a great story to share after I stumbled on an old journal with the details. I think I was maybe twenty at the time. This guy and I had been dating for a few months. We had good chemistry and had slept together several times, but nothing wild or kinky. At that point I was still pretty inexperienced. I’d always had it drilled into my head that guys were supposed to be “nice” to you—treat you like a flower, that s£x should be sensual and loving. But the more experiences I had, the more I started questioning whether that was really what I wanted. The problem was, I didn’t even know what I did want yet. We’d been making out on the couch for almost two hours. He was shirtless. I was down to just my bra and p@nties. I didn’t realize it in the moment, but he’d brought me right to the edge several times while we fooled around and never let me go over. I felt like a feral animal… and he knew it. Finally I told him I’d had enough of the teasing and started tugging playfully at his waistband. He caught my hand. “Not so fast. You’re going to have to show me how much you want it first.” “I don’t think so,” I said. He reached for his shirt like he was about to get up. I pushed him back down. “Okay… fine. What do you want me to do?” “You want my c0ck? Come and get it.” He leaned back into the couch. I reached for his p@nts and started tugging, but he stopped me again. “You can’t use your hands.” “Fiiine…” I knelt between his legs and started using my teeth on the waistband. “That’s right. That’s a good girl. You got this.” Something in me fluttered at the words. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go—I was supposed to be treated gently, not told what to do—but the praise made my stomach tighten in a way I didn’t understand yet. His c0ck strained against the fabric as I worked his p@nts down little by little. Eventually I got them all the way off with a little help. Now only his b0xers stood between me and him. My heart raced as I stared at the hard outline of his c0ck. I k!ssed and playfully nibbled him through the fabric. “Mmm, good girl. I like that. You’re almost there… just have to get the boxers down.” I made quick work of them with my teeth, my face brushing against his bare c0ck again and again as I tugged the material lower. Being that close—feeling the heat of him against my cheek and lips while I worked—was unexpectedly intense. Once I had them down, I stared at his hard c0ck longingly. “Now what?” I asked. “Look at you,” he said, cupping the side of my head with one hand and holding his c0ck with the other. “You like my c0ck, don’t you?” “It’s okay,” I smirked. His hand tightened just a little on the side of my head. “You’re not going to get my c0ck talking like that. Now look at it. Tell me how much you like it.” He pulled my head a little closer. I did. It was rock hard—perfect 'boyfriend' size, nicely shaped head, tr!mmed pubes. My mouth practically watered. “You have a beautiful c0ck… I love it. So big and hard… so clean. I want it.” I had never really spent much time studying his c0ck—or any c0ck for that matter—but it did look good. “That’s better. That’s my good girl.” He kept his hand on my head, holding me close. “You looked so pretty with my c0ck against your face while you took my boxers off. Did you like that? Being that close to it?” “Meh… it was okay, I guess,” I shot back. “Bad girl.” He tugged my head closer and slapped the head of his c0ck lightly against my nose. A shiver ran straight through me and a soft m0an slipped out before I could stop it. “That’s better,” he said. “You like feeling my c0ck against your face, don’t you?” “Yes… yes, I did. I do…”