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Part 1 – story of a boy from high school

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I had this crush…he was hot and popular in high school but would always talk to me. I was sort of shy – self-conscious of my curves and a lot else. We liked to flirt, though I bet he never let his friends know. Or anyone. We had a few in-person encounters but never hung out much. But it was almost like he couldn’t help talking to me. Even in college he would text – didn’t matter if I had a boyfriend or he had a girlfriend. I’ve had to block him plenty of times. But he still crawls back. I never really wanted it to be like this, but I won’t complain. He sent me and my boyfriend $100 dollars cash…even though he’s married. My boyfriend didn’t know. So anyway, I figured I might as well tell some of the stories. Maybe my old crush will read them or maybe I’ll tell him I wrote them and see how he reacts. Or maybe I’ll get bored of him. Enjoy – Vixen.

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I had always had a crush on Aaron since he came to our school in middle school. A lot of girls had a crush on him. He was tall, smart, athletic, friendly, etc. He was popular but didn’t seem to care if you were or not…he would talk with anyone.

I crushed on him from afar, knowing the little conversations we had in gym class or whatever were just him being nice. Until one day in ninth grade, I noticed he couldn’t stop staring at me. I have always been self-conscious but I do have a great ass. And it looked even better with my knee-high black leather high heels. Aaron couldn’t stop looking at me.

I was surprised and excited when he AIM messaged me that night. It didn’t take long before he brought it up:

– You were a little distracting today :p

– I’m sorry haha. Why?

– I think it was those black leather high heels haha. They were super intimidating. Like they come with a whip or something

(I didn’t really know what he meant so I just said)

– I left my whip at home today

– What!?! Do you actually have a whip? Are you kinky?

– No I was kidding. I guess I do have fuzzy pink handcuffs. Mal, gave them to me as a joke

– You have handcuffs? Damn. Sounds like you’re the in charge one, then haha

– In charge? I mean idk…

I hadn’t really ever wanted to be dom or whatever. I knew some things about kink – I’d seen some movies and and stuff. But after my crush talked to me – I did a little research. If anything I thought I’d probably be more submissive. Aaron spanking my ass…leashes…toys…my mind was running wild. I definitely wanted to keep talking and it seemed he did too.

We flirted back and forth, on and off for a few years. When AIM went away it switched to texting. One night, a text lit up on my phone. I smirked when I saw who it was from and my heart skipped a little (It was our senior year of high school, and kızılay escort he’d been texting me more recently. We had a flirty little D/s thing, nothing serious, all through text. He called me Miss Vixen. And he was very curious about my sex life):

“Damn, I saw that video that you posted of you twerking, miss. Your ass is amazing.”

“Yeah I saw that you liked it. Been liking my dancing videos since 9th grade.”

“Can’t help crawling back to your sexy ass. I can’t imagine seeing it in person – I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“Patrick certainly seems to like it.” (I wanted for the reaction I knew I’d get)

“Patrick? Another boytoy? You weren’t you talking to Craig a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah, he hasn’t really been talking to me.” (And now I felt like shit)

“He’s just too much of a bitch to handle you, miss.”

“Yeah, ok. Well, I think Patrick handles me just fine…he likes to be in charge.”

“In charge? Of you?! With an ass like yours – you should be in charge!”

(It was the reaction I knew he’d have. Aaron loved and hated hearing about me fooling around with guys – so long as it was normal or I was ‘in charge.’ But if I ever brought up being the sub, he got all sorts of uncomfortable)

“Patrick’s not like that. He likes taking charge and I mean he is…big.”

“Big like…bigger than me?”

“I’ve only seen yours in pictures so…yeah.” (We’d sexted some before. And there were rumors since middle school about how big Aaron was but…I hadn’t seen it in person.)

“Fuck there you go teasing me like your bitch again. Your cruel, miss.”

“Your the one who always asks about my sex life.” (Annoyed at him. Why did he want me to be in charge?)

“Your right miss I’m sorry. You’re sexy and I just always want to know how you’re doing.”

“Yet we don’t ever hang out. But fine, if you just want to be a bitch, I’ll tell you all about Patrick’s big dick next time we fuck.” (I was frustrated and trying to be mean which only ever seemed to get Aaron more turned on)

“You’ve been letting him fuck you and be in charge? :/ Did you use the handcuffs?”

“Not yet but maybe I’ll let him. And tell him to be extra rough since you want to hear about it. Maybe I want to be dominated. And actually, you don’t really want to talk to me anyway. We should just stop talking. Good night.” (I was actually angry now. Why did I even bother?)

“Wait, miss! I’m sorry. Lisa?”

“It’s cool. Good night.”

“Alright. Night”

Barely days later, suddenly Aaron started being as aggressive as I knew he could be. My fun with Patrick barely lasted one night and no sex. And Aaron got cocky, showing off how big he was in his sexts. Stopped called me ‘miss.’ Started called me, baby or sub. I played along, loving it, calling him ‘sir.’ But kolej escort still we would never hang out. Finally one summer, Saturday night, late at like 2am when I knew he was back from hanging with his friends. I pushed:

“I have to drive by your house tonight on the way home from Mal’s. Are you busy…sir?”

“I mean my family’s asleep, and I’m stoned. Are you really driving by?”

“I’m tipsy and yeah – I am. So?”

“If you want to stop you can?”

I was already excited just pulling into his driveway. I walked around the back like he told me and stepped into the basement through the unlocked door. Aaron was waiting and he stared at me, as if surprised.

“Hey…” I said awkwardly. I sat down on the couch and looked around. “Uh…so is this your dungeon?” I asked as a uncomfortable joke.

“Shouldn’t you be calling me sir?” he said. I crossed my legs in my short skirt self-conscious of turned on I was.

“Yes, sir,” I said softly. Then we began to make out. He tasted good, though a little like pot. And he was a good kisser. I bit his lip and moaned, feeling him getting hard.

“On your knees, sub.” He said.

I did as he told me, getting on my knees in front of him, pulse racing. “Now what, sir?”

He hesitated. Paused.

“Do you have toys?” I asked, trying to help.

He looked around, searching, and I could feel the awkwardness coming back. Then he unbuckled his belt and pulled it off.

“You should have a collar on.” He slipped the belt around my neck, pulling it tighter so that it was both a collar and leash. “On your hands and knees.”

He got up and pointed towards the sliding glass basement door. I bent over and crawled towards it, looking back as he followed. My ass was totally exposed in the short skirt and he laughed.

“Damn, you, sexy slut. Showing off that ass isn’t fair.” He gave a little twist of the belt around my neck and my breath caught for a second. I put my hands up on the glass door when I got to it, not knowing what to – smack. His hand smacked my bare ass. Smack. Smack.

Then he dragged a little on the leash and brought me crawling back to the couch, pulling me up onto it. I was still on my knees ass out and he spanked me again. But the confident look in his eyes was gone. I didn’t know if he wanted to fuck my ass or worship it. But I wanted him to rip my clothes off.

Instead he slide to fingers inside my very wet pussy. “Oh, fuck,” I gasped. With his other hand he grabbed my ponytail, pulling my hair and the leash back as his fingers fucked me. I moaned, getting wetter and wetter. “Fuck, Aaron.”

“It’s sir,” he said, fingers slowly. “Slut.”

“Ok, ok, yes sir,” I said, hoping he’d keep finger me harder. I had been getting close. But apart of me though – does he really just want to use me like I’m a slut?

“Damn, maltepe escort it’s late. I have to get up so early…”

My heart dropped. I felt him let go of my hair and the belt, taking it off of me. Not knowing what to do, I turned back and sat on the couch. Wait were we done?

My crush stood up and walked to the basement door, sliding it open. He tugged at his pants in discomfort and pain, and I could see the huge outline of his dick. Bigger than any guys I had been with (at the time) and clearly rock hard. Why had he stopped?

“That was a lot of fun.” He said, half-smiling.

I still hadn’t left his driveway. He’d said it had been fun. But, he’d almost looked embarrassed. Had he came in his pants? No. That would have been obvious. So…?

“You up? “

“In bed. You get home?”

“No…”

“What? Where are you?”

“…why’d you kick me out? 🙁 “

“Sorry. That was wild I’ve never done anything that kinky in person before. You were so hot. It’s easier being your bitch than being in charge. And I seriously have to get up early. Why aren’t you home yet?”

“I’m still here. And I wanna give you head. But if you would rather be the bitch it’s fine.”

I’d flipped my skirt up so he could see my ass that he loved so much while I leaned forward to suck him. It was dark but I didn’t need much light as I licked along the side of his hard dick. It was amazing and I was so horny. He was sitting on the couch, unable to keep his eyes off me as I licked and kissed. He squirmed when I slide it in my mouth.

I’d barely started when he gasped and pulled away from me, hands still in my hair.

“What?” I asked, worried. I was giving him damn good head.

“Nothing. Fuck, sorry.” He didn’t look me in the eye, staring at the black and pink nails on the hand I had wrapped around his cock.

“Were you about to cum?” I asked, wide-eyed. Seriously, could he not last much longer? “Just last a little longer please? Your big and I want to get used to it.”

“Yeah, okay, no. I’m fine. Keep going, please.”

I did, starting slowly again. He had such a nice body and abs. A big dick. Damn I wanted to make sure that this became a regular thing. I began working my head down deeper and faster, groaning and gagging.

“Oh, shit. No, not yet -“

“What!?” I said, pulling my mouth away to try and stop it. He flexed in my hand and cum shot up onto his chest, onto the couch, onto the floor. It was a mess, everywhere.

I stood up, frustrated and annoyed. “Really? How can you not last longer?”

“Fuck, it’s everywhere,” he said sheepishly.

“Yeah, I’d have swallowed if you’d just warned me. Didn’t think you’d cum so quick.”

“Alright. I’m sorry – but it is so late. I should have been in bed.”

“Well at least walk me out. You’re going to have to clean up the mess.”

He walked me out. All the way to the car. As I pulled away he was still hanging his head in embarrassment and I was too frustrated to care. What if he stopped texting me now? Did I even care? It’d be easier for him to be a bitch.

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