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The Sexual Warrior
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The Sexual Warrior

We’re often unaware of the trap that’s waiting

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G Charles
Mar 14, 2024
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Femdom can feel so enticing

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Humidity engulfed me under the yawning leaves of palm trees with trunks tangled together like the embrace of lovers. Vines seemed to grow effortlessly and hacking my way through the undergrowth was invigorating despite exerting my breath and using every muscle to get where I was going.

Despite fighting in what seemed a jungle, I was in reality sitting on a sofa with Tania in her one-bedroom apartment, wrapping my arms in and around hers with our lungs pumping hard and lips grinding and her hair falling over my eyes and tickling my face.

Sweat beaded on my forehead after she had unbuttoned my shirt and was flicking her tongue over my nipples, biting lightly … and biting more powerfully … and painfully until I winced.

“Oh,” I gasped but her hand was grasping for my cock and triggering further arousal.

Her moans signaled delight and her mouth traveled lower, biting and gnawing my flesh and her tongue immediately soothed the nibbles. Pleasure engulfed me so completely that I lay back and she began having her way.

I always thought I’d be in control.

I was the hunter who had seen her at a concert in the park and smiled. My former roommate knew her roommate and during intermission I chatted with her. Of course, I didn’t want to think about her piercing gaze, the shapeliness of her breasts and the tightness of her ass because I was disguised as a gentleman.

Yet, Tania beckoned me to follow and I did to a pub where we sat, opened up, and learned about each other, like her love of the outdoors. I ran my fingers over her hand and I settled my gaze on her, to draw her in, but she might as well have been a panther in the darkness and only visible with her eyes reflecting light.

“Kiss me,” she cooed.

I leaned close, used my lips on hers, and her hand grazed over my thigh and soon after we said goodbye for the night.

Had I captured her? The drive home was fueled with thoughts of needing more interaction and I texted her, thanking her for the evening and wondering if we might see each other soon.

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