2006-06-01 - Session w/ Me Topping

Posted on June 01, 2006
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Note from 2024 – This is one of the rare write-ups I have where I was topping someone. However, my exact thought after reading it was “who the fuck was this???” I don’t remember this. I don’t remember writing this. I don’t know for certain who it was. I suspect it was James based on timing and a few other writings I found around the same time but I can’t be certain whatsoever. But yeah. I guess I wrote this, so I must have done this. Unless someone else managed to write this and somehow insert it in my folder I was keeping personal writings in.
I’d have been 22, almost 23 at the time.

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I was getting him hot. Stroking him and talking and licking. We hadn’t fucked in months. I wasn’t interested. Well, I was, but I just didn’t want to deal with the baggage anymore. After a quick salad for dinner we retired to my room. We talked. I got out the information that made me say that final “no” to him in the first place. I felt like all was right with the world. I don’t know how but I somehow managed to convince him to let me tie him to the bed and have my way.

Every once in a long while I get the major urge to tie someone (him) up and just have some fun. He had never allowed it. After well over a year of dating, I had finally been given my chance.

I dove into my toy drawer and pulled out ALL of my rope. I set some under the bed for bondage points, attached some Velcro-ey padded cuffs to his wrists and roped down his ankles. I began sucking. Everywhere. Well… everywhere except for his dick. I found all sorts of places that had him panting. Several times I raised my head to find a clawed hand reaching for me stopped only by my ties. He wanted to rip me off. He wanted to fuck me right there. The only thing stopping him was my rope and a cheapy padded fabric cuff.

I was honestly a little scared he would break one. If he did I would have been in some serious trouble.

I loved every moment. I told him to feel free to threaten me all he wanted. He only did once. He told me that the moment he got free he would do the nastiest things to me he could think of. I called his bluff and told him that after he came he wouldn’t have any energy left. “Try me.”

I asked him several questions, most of which were “Do you like that?” “Do you want me to —”

I asked him a dangerous one. “Who’s in control now?”
He gave me the most evil glare for an answer. I didn’t press that one.
I know I’m going to get it for that one.

After I felt I had thoroughly played with him, I made him tell me what he wanted. He had to tell me very clearly (cuz I just didn’t get hints) that he wanted to be inside me (and I was tempted to play dumb to that wording as well, but thought better of it).

I (of course) put on the condom and began to ride him.
This was my first time being on top with him.

After a short while I decided to release his hands and with the first rip of Velcro his hand was instantly on my shoulder DIGGING into me to push me down on to him. I struggled to reach, and I released his second hand (god I love Velcro). Both arms wrapped around me, crushing me, pulling and pushing me up and down. I could truly feel his raw power in those moments.

This was the most intense sex we had ever had.

My bluff was correct. His energy was spent after that.

Well now I’m waiting for his revenge.
We can’t do much for a few days thanks to the monthly blood-letting. Neither of us really wants to deal with the mess or that particular pain.
So I’ve been teasing the hell out of him.

In about 3 days I’m probably going to die.
But oh god what a death it will be.