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Before my first date with Pussy Love, the most I knew about her was that she had read something I wrote about a blindfold. And she liked it.

Maybe that's as good a start as any, and I'm sure plenty of relationships have started with less, but knowing a thing and talking about it openly and honestly are quite different. Especially when it comes to kinky sex. Plenty of us begin by testing the waters mid-flight.

We'll gently place our hand on someone's throat and see if they moan or look at us funny. Maybe someone will playfully slap our ass, and our response can set the tone for what comes next. At the best of times, someone pins your arms above you hear, and you bite your lip and beg for more, and at the word of times (relatively speaking) you slap someone across the face, and they sit up in anger and ask you why the hell you did that.

To say sex is complicated is an understatement, and when it comes to kink, it's more so. But that doesn't mean we can't manage it, and it certainly doesn't mean that we're not all capable of having enough honest conversations to take our sex lives from 'hey that was nice' to 'holy fucking hell i don't think I can walk for a week.

Which brings us back to Pussy Love, because all I knew that very first date was that she read my story and she liked it.

Instead of taking her somewhere obvious-like Lolita, Madam X, Big Daddy's, or the strip club at Mrs. Smith's School for Wayward Catholic Girls—I took her to Lilac Row, which happened to be my favorite restaurant.

The place sits at the end of a long alley, which is unsurprisingly lined with Lilacs. It's quaint, hard to find, and the food is incredibly delicious. It's less farm to table and more table to farm: the interior is full of plants, bright natural light, rich smells, and oddly enough, the sound of birds.

I kissed her on the cheek when she met me outside the door, she squeezed my hand in greeting, and the two of us walked inside where the hostess showed us to our table. I had asked for the one in the corner-next to the taxidermy collection and the banana plant—and they did not fail to deliver. I pulled out the  chair, Pussy Love sat down with a smile, and I joined her with a hopeful yet quickly beating heart.

"Thank you for coming! I mean, it's lovely to see you. Outside of a party, that is. What I mean is, it's nice to be on a date where we can talk and get to know one another instead of at a sweaty loft surrounded by the sounds of spankings and moaning."

I took a breath because otherwise, I would continue to blurt out my excitement until the poor woman decided that even the ramp custard prominently featured on the menu wasn't enough to keep her there with a complete nut-job.

"I'm glad you asked me out. I was surprised, but happy too. It's so hard to get to know people at events, and sometimes I feel like all we ever do is beat each other up at parties and then not talk until the next one. It can be fun, but it doesn't suit my kinks."

Before I could ask her to list them-alphabetically, of course—the server came over and asked us what we wanted. She ordered a glass of rosé; I ordered a perfect Manhattan and to start things off got a dozen oysters: six west coasts and six east. She nodded in approval as both of us took a moment to take in the lush surroundings while we waited for our drinks. Thankfully, we didn't have to wait long.

"I like parties too, but I don't usually play at them," I confessed. “I guess most of my kinks are

more in the head than anywhere else, and it's hard when I feel like I'm performing instead of just playing. Also, I don't want to creep people out."

I laughed nervously at the words, but they were honest all the same. While it was one thing to tie someone to a wall and spank their ass black and blue with a flogger or a paddle, it was another to dress them up in a plaid skirt and whisper creepy things in their ear while pretending to be their professor

"I like creepy," she said shyly. “Maybe that's why I liked your story so much.” It was my turn to blush, this time into my Manhattan as she buried her face in her wine.

A few weeks back, I mentioned at a party that I needed some help editing something, and out of the blue, she volunteered. We knew each other in passing, but we had never spent much time talking. Nevertheless, her offer was sincere, and I took her up on it with a warning that it might not be her thing. When she sent the  corrections back, it was with a note saying it was absolutely her thing, and she had trouble concentrating because of it.

"I'm glad it wasn't too weird, I'm never sure with kinks like that. There are so many ways to play them, and I often go one way when people expect the other. A blindfold is a simple thing, but it's what goes on behind it that makes it interesting.”

"It's like anything else; it can be whatever you want. It can be sweet and tender, or mean and dirty. I just happen to like the second."

"Me too," I said as the server returned with the oysters.

Our conversation moved on to friends we had in common, our favorite foods-oysters were high on both our lists--bars we liked, our recent breakups, and only occasionally back to kink for brief and mostly silly and comic moments. But our dinner was delicious, we laughed loudly and often, and by the time dessert came, both of us were more eager to move onto something else than we were to continue stuffing ourselves.

As we stood outside, our stomachs full, and our minds only a tiny bit fuzzy from the drinks, I thought very quickly about what was next. I could certainly say I had a wonderful time, and I'd like to see her again. And it would be true.

It would also end the night.

"I love a lot of things about this place," I finally said, "but one of my favorites is that my apartment is right around the corner."

"Are you inviting me up?" "Only if you're up for it. I did buy a blindfold especially for you, but no pressure or anything."

"Now you're just teasing me," she said, stepping closer. I looked down and realized that her eyes were the color of a calm blue-green sea, her hair was tinged with hints of red, and her lips were very close to mine. When I put a hand on her shoulder, she leaned in, and when I touched her cheek, she closed her eyes.

Our first kiss was neither as long or as tender as it might have been. But it was hungry, and it was joyful. Pussy Love's lips were soft, her kiss warm, and her teeth sharp. In those five seconds, I felt drawn to her in a million ways at once, and it was all I could do to resist pushing her against the wall. It was the sort of kiss that breaks the mind and leaves the rest up to the body.

"I think you better take me to your apartment." "It feels necessary," I agreed.  "Very necessary.” I took her by the hand, and together we nearly ran down the alley, turned left at the corner, and then waited impatiently as I fumbled with my key before we sprinted up the stairs. I kissed her again at the door, less worried about upsetting unexpected diners, but still eager to get inside and see exactly how far our kinks overlapped.

I opened a bottle of wine when we walked in and she wandered about my tiny apartment, assessing me by my possessions. Thankfully my bookshelf met her approval, my art was both familiar and endearing, and since the bed was the only place to sit in the tiny studio, it was also given the green light.

"As much as I wanted to keep kissing you, I thought we should talk for a few minutes first." I said, handing her a glass of wine.

"Talking is good," she said, a hint of shyness returning. "Kissing is better, but talking is good."

I kissed her again as I sat next to her; my wine left behind on the counter. She put her arms around my neck, and if she didn't still have a glass in her hand, we might have lost ourselves before we could make good decisions. As it was, we eventually pulled apart, took a few comically deep breaths, and she put her drink down before climbing onto my lap, our faces once again mere inches from one another.

"I liked the story," she said quietly. “So if you want to do any of those things, I'm down. Although we should probably use condoms."

"Condoms are good," I said, running my hands up the back of her thighs. “But that dynamic works? I mean, the things I might whisper in your ear when you can't see?"

She nodded as she sat back and covered her face with her hands. I let my fingers rest on her ass just beneath her short skirt, and I looked up at her as I held her tightly. When she finally looked down, her expression had decidedly changed.

"I'm happy with all of it," she asked, in a voice so quiet I almost couldn't hear her. "But what I especially like is feeling a tiny bit vulnerable, as if I don't really know if I should believe you or not. Plus, the waiting. The waiting is very good.”

"I think I can manage that, although I will admit to not a low level of impatience."

Pussy Love got up, kissed me long and slow on the mouth, and then without  another word she sat down on the chair in the center of my apartment, closed her eyes, and crossed her hands in her lap. I stood up, took a deep breath and then went over to my dresser where I pulled out a black silk scarf. The fabric felt good in my hand, but watching her sit and tremble was more enticing than I had expected.

When I stepped behind her, I heard her gasp but when I lowered the silk in front of her, she put a hand up.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Only for a second. Let's do safe words to make sure we're on the same page, okay? If I want you to stop, I'll say red. If everything is just right but I'm not ready for more I'll say yellow, and if I'd like something more intense, I'll say green. Does that work?"

"That makes perfect sense. God, good communication is sexy."

She laughed and nodded her head before placing her hands on her lap and telling me she was ready. I wrapped the blindfold around her, covering her eyes, and then tied it firmly behind her head. When I stood up and stepped away, I had to pause, because she looked more beautiful than 1 thought possible. Her long hair lay against her back and her chest rose and fell with anticipation. I wanted her in a million different ways, but more important than any of them, I wanted to make her happy.

"Will you stand up for me?" I asked, watching her closely. She stood carefully and I saw her

tremble ever so slightly. "And would you take off your dress?"

She smiled just a little as she reached behind her and undid the short zipper behind her neck, and then I watched with both appreciation and anticipation as she let it fall from her shoulders to the floor. To my delight, she was completely naked beneath it, and I let out an audible gasp.

"My god you are beautiful," I said as I slowly removed my shirt, watching her all the while. When I stepped up behind her, she shivered, and when I touched her shoulder, she let out a sigh. I leaned in and kissed the back of her neck and she stood perfectly still. “I'm going to make you come so many times tonight."

As I undid my jeans and stepped out of them, I wondered if she could hear my actions. Part of the fun was guessing where I was and what I might do, and part of what she said turned her on more than anything was standing naked in a room,  feeling more vulnerable than she normally let herself feel. Especially with someone she was only just getting to know.

"Every inch of you is perfect," I whispered, running my hand down her shoulder to the slope of her breast. Her nipples grew hard instantly, and as I caressed her body slowly, I once again wondered how I was so damn lucky. When I touched her hip and then her ass, she moaned ever so slightly, and when I finally let my fingers trace the smooth skin above her sex, she let out a gasp.

"All you have to do is focus on yourself," I whispered, pushing two fingers inside her. "Tonight is about you and nothing else. With the blindfold on, I can do anything I want, and what I want more than anything is to make you come."

"Yes, please," she moaned as I began to touch her with more and more pressure. She trembled around me and pushed against my hand, but still she stood, as naked as the day she was born. I moved behind her, still touching her, and I pulled her head back by her hair with one hand. I slid the other up her body until I pressed my fingers to her mouth, letting her taste her own excitement.

"It's my turn now."

I moved her to the bed, helping her find her way until I lay her down on her back and pushed her legs open wide. She would have blushed if she could see me, as it was she brought her arms to her shoulders and held herself tightly as I gazed at her perfection.

And then, without touching another part of her body, I knelt between her thighs, opened my mouth, and pushed my tongue inside her. She cried out, her hands instantly moving to my head to hold me still, and I began to taste her and lick her and I never wanted to stop. With her legs around me and my mouth exactly where both of us wanted it most, I was in heaven.

"My god you're delicious," I growled, pushing and arm under one leg as I moved in even closer. "I'm going to devour all of you."

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned as I began to lick her clit in long slow strokes. My fingers joined my mouth, teasing and toying with her as she wiggled beneath me. "It's so not fair that I can't see you."

"Do you want me to take it off?" I asked, looking up as her glistening body. "God no, green, green green!"

I was back on her a moment later, kissing her as I made love to her with my  mouth and fingers, and she gripped my hair tightly as she began to shiver and shake. I could feel the pressure rising with each touch of my tongue, and she moaned louder and louder, I knew there was no going back.

And then, for the very first time, she began to come for me as I held her tightly beneath me, my mouth and tongue never stopping. Pussy Love twisted this way and that, clenched around my fingers and then my head, and held me as tightly as she could, letting everything out at once.

"Oh god, I'm coming!" she cried.

It was only when she lifted my mouth away that I stopped, and even then it was mostly to gaze at her beautiful body, her open thighs, and her swollen sex. I wanted to paint her or take a picture, anything to remember her in that beautiful moment of release. As she slowly grew calmer, her breath returning to normal, I slid up her body, letting her feel my own nakedness for the first time. She gasped when she felt me hard against her stomach and when I kissed her mouth it felt like it might never end.

I toyed with her hair, adjusted the blindfold to keep it in place, and lay next to her as I caressed her soft skin. Almost absentmindedly I began to touch myself, feeling myself grow harder by the minute. I was so lost in my desire, I nearly forgot the game.

"I'm so hard for you," I whispered, taking her hand and leading it to me. "I want to see," she moaned as she wrapped her fingers around me.

"Isn't it better this way? Isn't it better for me to see every inch of you while you get nothing? Won't it be better when I finally fuck you to know that there is nothing you can do but feel?”

"I can taste you too," she teased, sticking her tongue out at me, even as she pulled me closer to her. I moved between her legs, kneeling as I looked down, and my hand moved faster and faster as watched her.

"You are so beautiful, and I'm going to fuck you so hard. I'm so close right now, you have no idea. With just a simple push I'd be inside you. If only you could see how pretty we look. If only you could see my hard cock just inches from you."

"Oh god, please do it. Let me feel you. I've wanted to fuck you ever since I read that story."

I stood without a word and left her on the bed. She reached around before  covering her face with her hands and letting out a sigh of want and need. As I found a condom near the bed, I wondered how long I could make her wait.

I stood for a long while looking at her, watching her chest rise and fall, seeing her shiver and more without direction, not knowing where I was or what I was doing. She looked vulnerable and powerful at the same time. The only reason she was there was because she asked to be and the only reason 1 could do anything to her, was because she told me what she wanted.

When I leaned over her, my hands planted on the bed on each side of her head she looked about as if she could see, and I wondered if she knew where I was. I lowered myself slowly, rubbed my latex clad cock against her for the briefest of seconds, and then I was inside her for the first time as she gasped in surprise and excitement.

The physical sensation of fucking her is impossible to describe. And the emotional and psychological aspects are just as difficult, so all I'll say is that parts of me I wasn't aware of lit up like starlight. All I'll say is that her body beneath me, her eyes covered in black silk, her legs parted and her willingness to take me in, felt like music. It coursed through me, filled me with swirling emotions and physical sensations, and by the time I kissed her I was positive that I was in love.

She wrapped her hands around me, pulled me closer, kissed me harder, and we began to move like one body. I whispered the words in her ear that we both knew, I moved within her, and I felt all of her at once. As she tightened around me and I bit her neck, even the game fell away, and all I knew was that we were making love exactly the way we both wanted, and that was a rare fucking thing.

Her orgasm set of mine as well, and in those final moments of exaltation, I slid the silk from her eyes, gazed down at her, kissed her again, and bit my tongue. She wrapped her legs around me, held me tightly, and if either of us spoke it wasn't with words. As she came, she looked into my eyes and I into hers and that moment of seeing, of reconnecting after so much and so little distance was like coming home.

When we finally settled, her next to me as I wrapped her in my arms, it was to soft laughter, tender kisses, and gentle touch.

"I'd say that worked out well," She whispered as I held her. "It was hot in my mind, and it was nice to discover it was hot in reality as well. You were sweet and sexy and made me wait exactly the right amount of time. Lying there, unable to  see, and knowing you were watching me, was so good and my god did you feel good."

"I wish I had taken a thousand pictures of you. Seeing you tremble and shiver each time I came closer, and watching you as you tried to guess where I was and what I was doing drove me completely insane. And my god, did you feel good too. Some bodies are just made to fit together. Thank you."

We lay in silence for a long while, and I wondered if she might leave or stay the night. It was a first date, and what little I knew about her, didn't lead me to believe she was interested in a serious relationship. While I wasn't sure if I was either, the one thing I knew for sure was that I wanted her to stay, I wanted to see her in the morning, and if it was up to me, she'd stay all weekend and we'd discover just how many other things we had in common.

"The blindfold was fun," she finally said. "But I suspect you have some other stories I might like as well."

"I might have one or two. Do you want to stay here and find out in the morning?”

"That sounds much better than getting dressed, going outside, and taking the subway home. Besides, I don't know about you, but I'm not all that tired."

She kissed me and I rolled her to her back as both of us lost ourselves once more to the beauty of shared desire and the wonder of new love.

And it was just the beginning.

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