BDSM | FETISH | SEXUALITY | KINK | EROTICA | PART 1 OF 2
A Munch To Remember | Part 1
I’ll soon go to a munch with some people I have not seen in quite a while. This story is how said munch is (not) going to play out.
We gathered at our usual place, close to the city center. 90 strong this time, a large bunch of kinksters and perverts like me. I had met fifteen or so of them, and I knew quite a few more from that kinky website, and a few from certain invite-only private FB groups. This night was cooler than last time, thank Ishtar.
I felt old again. It looks like each time some from the old guard ‘retire,’ move on to other interests or marry vanilla, and the age mean gets constantly lower. Others get bored or do not bother to come. So here I am, sitting at a long table surrounded by a bunch of super hot subs and brats that could have been my daughters.
The more curvy one sitting on my left started airing me with the store’s catalogue a bit after arriving, when she noticed I was all sweaty. Good girl… She was blonde, mid 20s, she had blue eyes, and half her huge tits were out of her gorgeous flowery sundress; they looked like they were at risk of fully escaping with merely a light gust of air.
She wore a wide ‘casual collar’ made of black lace, like the one in the header image. Every now and then she looked at me with lustful eyes and half-opened mouth, and send my heart into overdrive -as was verified by my smartwatch, which kept bugging me about having ‘tachycardia while at rest’.
We were split in 7 to 8 tables like this one. I was joined by two dudes I was better acquainted with, enough to consider them friends. I’ve been to the house of the one I know better, for a few barbecue parties. The other made a humorous remark about L keeping me cool but I just giggled politely and got back to her. ‘Too young for me?’ I thought. Fuck age, I replied internally. Love is ageless after all.
L did not appear to want Love though, or at least not right away. We started chatting and when I focused on her I ignored all other ‘Sirens’ and the remarks of my friends too.
We started talking about casual stuff, we added each other as a friend on Fet, then she got her chair closer and started gently rubbing on me, she got bolder and whispered lustful stuff to my ear like “I want to taste you right now…”, we amplified each other’s lust (which, as I described in this poem, functions like a mirror), and eventually she noticed my hard on which I was trying to conceal but my light short made it, er, hard.
I whispered back to her “So do I…” and she turned the catalogue on herself. She was now sweatier than me. I asked her to give me the catalogue and I fanned it to keep her cool; fair is fair.
“Are you sure you are a Dom?” she asked. “I never said I was one” I replied “I used to be a pure Dom but now I am a switch. But it is hard for me to submit. I can do it only with very powerful and assertive women or transwomen; sexually powerful. With you I’d be a Dom though.”
“That’s fine by me” she said “this large butt has not been spanked for quite a while and your big hands look strong and well used. But I loathe dirty quickies in toilets.” “So do I” I said. “Meet me here in an hour then; I need some.. prepping first” she texted me an address that was a walking distance from the pub.
“I live with my room-mate” she nodded toward a friend of hers “but I will tell her to keep herself busy until at least the crack of dawn; which is usually when our munches end. I’ll tell her I’m going to get fucked by you to make her feel jealous lol; no promises she might not come earlier to join in😘”
“Cool. See you in an hour then. I will depart in half an hour.” She kissed me out of the blue, whispered something to her room-mate who moments later opened her mouth wide and looked at me in quasi-disbelief, she paid her share of the bill, waved at the people she knew and took off swiftly.
“Spit it out” one of my two friends said. We’d been whispering with L to avoid noisy ears like theirs.
“There is nothing to spit out.” I said calmly.
“You just arranged a hook up didn’t you?” the other said.
“No offence but that is none of your business. Besides, she just left. She was tired and wanted to sleep early. That’s all.” I said trying to maintain my cool.
“Bollocks!” the other said “We tell you about our own shit, why not tell us about yours?”
“I am me guys. Not you. I’m more.. private, that’s all.” I said and looked at my smartwatch. Thankfully they gave up rather easily. They knew not to push me. 5 minutes already passed. I wanted to pay and leave early but without raising suspicions.
On the other hand L’s close friend/roommate already knew and judging by her whispers -complete with her hand in the side of her mouth while glancing at me, since some people (like me) can read lips- to the other girls soon everyone would. Frack it, I thought. The genie is out of the bottle. L herself let it out.
In the meantime my expectation and yearning about how I was going to treat L and be treated by her made me tune out all the noise and chat in the pub for a while. I realized I was leaking pre-Virya. Thank the Goddess I wore an underwear this time. I also thanked the Goddess I was prepped. I know many girls do not mind but I do, so I had clean-shaved my intimates; pubic hair doubling as a dental flosh is not exactly the sexiest thing after all.
20 minutes. I paid my bill and started preparing to depart. It was a 15-min distance with the pace I usually walk but I did not want to get all sweaty again. My two friends, L’s roommate, the other subs and brats and almost everyone else in our long table were looking at me with meaningful smiles that appeared to range from “I’m jealous!” to “Lucky bastard!” Normally I’d be a bit embarrassed but this time I enjoyed it and smiled back at them.
28 minutes. I waved at everyone goodbye, promised to try to see them at the next Full Moon when we usually gathered, and took off calmly. I said to my friends that I was tired and was going to take a taxi and go back home early. “Yeah right.. Of course you are… Have fun!” they said.
Ιn 22 minutes I reached L’s place. 8 minutes early. I ringed the bell and she opened me without asking who it was. She lived in what looked like a university students’ residence. She was working on a PhD on traumatherapy, and in 6 months she was going to deliver it. She already had a Bsc and a Msc in psychology.
I reached the flat number she had texted me and knocked on the door. But it was open, barely. I entered announcing myself and she said she was still in the bathroom. “You arrived a bit early!” she said. “Just a little bit. No rush L, I’m a patient man. Take your time. Rush is not sexy.” “I’m almost ready!”
A few minutes later she exited the bathroom wearing a silk Homongi kimono. It was pastel blue with orange flowers and she even wore a traditional orange obi belt “You said you like Japan right? Well, I just happened to have one of these Daddy.” she winked.
Somehow I found her far sexier dressed like this than if she had exited the bathroom butt naked or with skimpy underwear. I had never before untied an obi belt to release a kimono from its grip and explored its contents; my Japanese ex weirdly disliked both kimonos and yukatas.
“You are smoking hot baby girl. Like a sweet Greek treat served in a Japanese wrapping.”
“Always the poet..” she said “Tonight however I do not want the poet, I want the Beast.”
“Do not worry baby girl. I can be beastly too. In fact with you I might go feral.”
“Promises promises…” she teased. “So, are you going to keep me waiting for long?”
“Let’s settle on a safe word first. I tend to use kokoro (心), which means heart. But we could use one you like instead.”
“I like it Daddy, it sounds funny. Like a cock; the feathery one, not your bulging one.” she kept teasing.
“Kokoro it is then. Remember (the Greek word for) cock and you’re not going to forget it. As for my own cock you’re not going to see it anytime soon; you need to earn it first. For now walk around the room for me to perv on you while I relax and smoke my pipe for a spell. I think you tied your kimono a bit too tight. But it will be more fun that way.” I grinned.
“Daddy you are being mean.” she pouted. “Fine…”
She walked around the room with tiny steps, with her legs barely able to draw apart, like I expected. It was fun to watch her struggle and pout like a little girl that a boy just peeked at her underwear while she was walking up the stairs.
I opened my legs and started caressing my genitals, gently, over my shorts, while casually smoking (she smoked too). Her eyes were fixed on that and I told her to look forward. After having my fun I stood up, I approached her and relaxed her obi belt. She thought I was going to release it and gasped. She was a bit disappointed I didn’t.
I told her to keep going for a few more rounds and then commanded her to stop. She froze still. I came from behind and gave her a very hard spank on her juicy butt. Her kimono absorbed some of it but she still cried.
“Did you not like my walk of shame Daddy?” she asked. “I did baby girl, and there was nothing shameful about it. That was a mere ‘Hello there’, a warm-up. Oh, and because you’re a peeping Tammy.” “I loved it Daddy, it already got me wet!” “Good girl. I think it’s time I release you of your lovely kimono and see what’s underneath.” “Yay!”
An erotic fantasy story by Nikolaos Skordilis I wrote both parts but decided to split it in two parts because the read time got a bit too high. If you liked it you might also like this erotic story of mine, which is partly based on an experience with a trans ex of mine:
