Maya...

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Hello, my name is Maya, 27 years old, living on my own. Standing on my own foot, having a decent, stable and easy going life. Part of this life I own it to my deceased parents, they both died on a car accident when I was 21 years old. Having no siblings and no other relatives made me quite focused and oriented in protecting my self. It wasn’t an easy time. Alcohol, drugs and depression. Pills and loneliness but somehow, over time I managed to transform my grief to determination, my self-pity to self-awareness, my loneliness to productivity.

My parents left me a nice house at the suburbs and then I put the rest. I finished college, took post-graduate communication studies and established my own office from home. Working from home gave me space, time and liberty. My job became the most important part of me. This way I moved away from the shadows, keeping all these memories of the past as a reminder to be grateful for what I had in the present; At least I had still me.

Oh and my cat Tomas who I adopted from the streets. Found him abandoned in a carbon box outside from my home. The decision was taken in a second. And here we are a little household; Tomas is four years now, a nice white furry companion with blue hazel eyes and lots of confidence. And I, a strong and independent young woman with a wallet and a mind of her own. Focused on her job; passing her life the way she pleases without burdens and obligations.

I must admit the death of my parents made me a bit insensitive over time. Instead of clinging on people made me more relied on myself than on friends or even boyfriends. You see, as I mentioned I am so job oriented that I never cared for a marriage and a family. It’s easy for me to say goodbye. I know that separation with a boyfriend doesn’t mean a thing. He is well, I will be better and so life moves on.

I have very fixed views on love and equality among sexes. And there is no way to change myself for anything or anyone. I always say “Take me as I am or leave me”. Isn’t that a nice line? I am not afraid of loneliness, I am not scared of losing someone. That’s the reason I mostly win in relationships. Unless I get bored and it’s me then the one who leaves. And I leave, yes I do leave, quite often, because I am very easily bored. So my relationships have become fewer and fewer over the years. But that’s ok. As I said, I am not searching for love, I am not questioning love and I don’t shed tears over it. This is another reason to be grateful, I guess, I am not like Liza, thank God.

You see, this story actually begins with my friend Lisa, who in the age of 33, decided to put herself into a test and discover new areas of sexual interest.

I rolled my eyes for the 10th time as she begged me again and again to accompany her to a bdsm event or party or whatever the forum she had joined had for valentine’s day. Of course I was bored, of course I was against it, but Lisa kept on nagging and nagging to me over the telephone.

“Maya, please, you are the only one who knows about it and I can’t go alone.”

“Liza, didn’t you make any friends in that forum? If you don’t feel safe around them what’s the reason to go?”

“It’s from the Internet I hardly now this. Besides I told you. I want to meet him”.

“That guy who plays it Masterdoom?” I chuckled.

“He seems a nice guy, I want to experience something new…Listen, come with me and I will owe you. I will take care of Thomas when you leave for vacation.”

“In 6 months from now?”

“Come and you shall not regret it. Besides you may find someone who you will like”.

“Oh no, no. This things are not for me Lisa, I am totally against all of this lifestyle and perceptions. Ok? In case that I come, don’t you dare to hook me up with any of these call-me-Daddy guys or I will leave you then and there.”

“Copy. So let’s say at 9? I will pick you up with my car”.

I signed. Well, deep down I knew that I would never let her go in that place alone. I just hoped I could change her mind but…

“Fine, 9 is fine”.

“Alright, girlfriend!!! See you there!!!”, Lisa’s voice was so happy. I shut the phone and rushed to my wardrobe.
So what should I wear in a BDSM party?

 

Ethan

“Couldn’t you wear anything better?”, Lisa’s grimace once I got into her car was all the money.

“Why what’s wrong with my dress?”, I teased.

“You are doing this in purpose, I don’t believe you!”, Lisa’s voice was laughing as she set off the car.

Street lights and main avenues. I admit that a part of me had missed it; a little adventure in the big city. Two girls, one night, hundred possibilities.

“Well I thought if I am dressed like a nun, no one will notice me”, I explained as Lisa’s Citroen hit the central avenue which would lead us to the night club.

Lisa rolled her eyes. In contrast to mine long dress with the long sleeves and the tight collar, her mini skirt with the matching leather bra left nothing to the imagination. I had barely any make up on and my golden honey hair were captured into a tight ponytail. Lisa’s red curly hair were waving free to the night breeze and had heavy make up with black eyelashes. Great, the sinner and the nun. Weren’t we a great duo?

Finally after thirty minutes we found the club inside an old industrial building which seemed newly renovated.

At the entrance a lot of people were waiting in line to get inside. The house music sounded loud even from the exterior.

As we approached two great posters decorated the left and right wall of the main door. The one had a naked woman kneeling to the floor with her hands tied and a leather strap around her neck. The other had again a woman naked hanging from a rope upside down like she was performing some kind of dance.

“Lisa, are you sure?”, I tried for the last time…Too late, our turn had come and the safety guard at the door almost pushed us inside. It was dark and loud. The place was already filled with people; drinking, moving, flirting, kissing, dancing. Metal cages, with dancers inside, were hanging from the ceiling and at the far edge I could see something like a main stage.

“How are we going to find…”, I started asking.

“He told me he will be waiting for us at the main bar…come this way…”

I wondered how Lisa could find her way in there. Nevertheless she did.

Despite the loud sound I thought I could hear her heart pumping as we approached the bar.

With determination she approached a middle aged man sitting at a stool and drinking a whiskey. He was of medium height or so he seemed with brown hair and eyeglasses almost the size of his nose. His eyes opened wide as we approached.

“Are you Lisa?”

“Yes, Master Doom?”

“Sit…I kept two stools for you”, he suggested taking away his coat and revealing two empty seats next to him.

“This is my friend Maya…”, Liza made the introduction as we took our seats.

Thirty minutes later I had already got bored. Master Doom, his name to be Peter, proved a 40 years old bank clerk. In the day he was a timid employee with a quiet life but at the night he took his role as Master at the forum. From what I heard as he was explaining himself to Lisa, he had a great experience with submissive ladies since he had been in the lifestyle from his early twenty’s and promised to guide her into this new journey. It was obvious that he liked her and had decided to introduce her to all the members of the forum who were here tonight.

“Maya, are you coming?”, Lisa asked as she and “Master Doom” had decided to meet the others.

“No, thank you I will pass”, I said comfortably sipping my drink. I preferred to stay to the bar, instead of touring the place. I had the impression that this “Master” wanted to show off Lisa like she was some kind of trophy. I had no intention to participate. Not to mention that the barman dressed in a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and busy doing his work, seemed the only guy in the room safe to be around.

“May I seat?”, I head a male voice next to me.

“Ah no, it’s taken”, I shouted as I turned around to face a fat guy with sweat on his forehead.

I hadn’t consider it but the empty seats next to me seemed like a provocation. And the same pattern repeated another four to five times. At one point I was begging for Lisa to come back. Hadn’t she met enough people already?

“Hey Vince…”, another man’s voice caught my attention but this time he was not addressing to me but to the barman. I turned my head slightly. It was a young man around 30 something with blonde short hair. He asked for another drink.

I was wondering if he would try…

“Hi…I was wondering if I could sit…”

Of course he would do. Just before I answer a straight no, the barman in a cool tone replied.

“Don’t disturb the lady Ethan, she is having a hard time already turning away all the gentlemen in this club…take your drink and beat it”, he chuckled and winked at me. A charming smile I must confess, coming from a young man around 30’s with a good physique and charming face. And yet, despite his cool physique, I couldn’t understand his tone. Was he mocking me? Who the hell was he to decide for me?

“Oh sorry…I didn’t mean to disturb…”, the young man apologized. He seemed kind and sympathetic enough.

“No, it’s ok, I don’t own the seats”, I suggested.

The barman kept on with his work leaving us alone.

“So you are new here…” I looked straight at Ethan’s soft brown eyes.

“Ah no, no, don’t confuse me, I am here with a friend”.

“So you are not a submissive?”, he questioned.

“No way, I am against all of these actually”.

“Have you tried it?”

“No…Have you?”

“Well I am into it for 3 or four years now. Are you in the forum?”

“No, as I said I am here with a friend, she is at the forum”.

“I am Dom Jeremy…in case you want to join our online community”
.
“I am a vanilla, I mean I don’t really have any relation..”

“It’s ok, nobody has before he has…”.

“Just forget it, ok it’s not my style!!”

“Ok…what’s your name we said?”

“Maya is my name and we didn’t say…”

“Mine is Ethan but I guess you heard that already…”, he had a soft smile and welcoming eyes.

After an hour Lisa finally decided to return. Only that she was alone and disturbed. “What an ass hole…”, she shouted.

“Who?”, Ethan questioned.

“Ethan that’s my friend Lisa, Lisa Ethan…”

“That ass hole, Master Doom, he almost went to rape me in the toilets”, she was quite disappointed, but more than that she was drunk. She almost fell on me.

“Well I told you about these people, let’s get out. I reached for my small hardback at the bar to pay the barman. Ethan stopped me.

“Mine…let me at least compensate you for the bad evening. But we are not all ass holes. I promise”, he said with worry.

“Whatever”, I said. I had no intention meeting any of these people again.

Ethan’s eyes were stabbed on Lisa.

“How are you going to take her out? Here let me help”, he suggested grabbing Lisa’s trembling hand. Her steps were so unstable that Ethen finally picked her up from the ground.

Once we hit the fresh air I felt so much better. Ethan softy placed Lisa on a small ledge.

“How do you intend to go back?”

“Lisa has a car. I will drive it”, I said.

“Ok. Let me get there and put her inside”.

As Ethan tried lifting her a sudden spasm shook her body and before we knew, she threw up.

“Jesus Lisa what the hell did you drink?”, I yelled.

“I will report this to the administration. Men like him are not welcome.”

“Do whatever you want. Now help me please…” I asked.

With Ethan’s help I managed to get Lisa inside her car. I was about to leave when he passed me his phone number.

“I would love to see you again”, he said.

I felt a bit embarrassed. True was he seemed polite and gentle. But then again he was a Dom wasn’t he?

Hm…perhaps I could learn more about him by reading the forum. Dom Jeremy he had said.

“Ok…I will try contacting you in the middle of the week”, I replied and he smiled. I was really curious to find out what these gentle eyes hide by reading his posts. This would be interesting.

 

I always avoided these kind of forums since I considered them a bit of trash. But three days nows despite my initial despise, I had become hooked with the conversations among the members. So many opinions, so different people. And so many subjects…Some of them were quite amusing.

“Was a master a master if he was gay?” Sure why not? If he gives the orders, I guessed. Does it really matter what orders he gives and to whom? It was crazy that such a trivial matter had 67 pages of non stop arguments back and forth everyone disagreeing with everyone.

These people are so missing common logic…

Other threads where about the ideal master. I could hear all the submissive girls complaining for the luck of masters and how they imagined him in their silly head. Because it was silly. They accused of vanilla woman waiting for the prince with the white horse and they all waited for the master with the right crop. Stupid…stupid..stupid…

But it was precisely this stupidity that kept me reading and reading…waiting for a voice of sanity to raise among them. Em…no…

And there were the subjects that went deeper into submission subjects. Was the D/s (dominant/submissive) harder or easier than the M/s (Master and slave?) And who cared? People took themselves far more serious than they ought to.

But the most intriguing, the most, I will say again were the debates about woman’s nature. And there were so many men considering women to be submissive by nature. Here it was all the juice. Because some men and among them master Doom, who had become recently banned (thank God), supported in their older posts that women have a natural tendency to follow men. Where was it? Why couldn’t I find it around me?

After her almost rape, I could see that Lisa’s opinions had totally changed over the matter. Her nick name was “White Angel2”. But it didn’t go well, she was totally attacked by these male sharks. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the posts, even though I had work to do, I refreshed the page again and again.

But then Lisa called crying, she had been banned. I couldn’t believe this, the administration had supported these men who supported women’s oppression and had kicked out Lisa who tried to resist and warn the women of the existing danger when adopting this attitude.

Oh enough, was enough…

“Make another account and stop bothering with these fools”.

“I can’t they have my IP, I am blocked”, she yelled from the other side of the wire.

“Ok, let me handle this”, I said and without even thinking I created my first account, writing Vanilla at the preferences field. Nickname: Nemessis

Something sadistic in me took a great pleasure. Oh I would also be banned for sure, I knew, but before, just before this I would have fun. Suckers.


Of course the first thing I did when entering the forum was to message Master Jeremy. I needed allies. Master Jeremy was keeping a low profile and besides some posts about a submissive’s training he hadn’t debated much. Despite this, he seemed to have many friends in the forum and many positive votes as far as I could see.

I leaped when I saw that my inbox had messages. Most of them were greetings from male members, yes I could imagine them drooling behind the keyboard. “Dear I m a lonely she-wolf, not the sheep you imagined”, I wanted to write but of course I didn’t, it was far better to let them imagine what they wanted to imagine and keep my distances.

So I skipped all of these and got into the thread where Lisa had got banned.

I can say that my views on the matter where not welcomed. First of all I was attacked on my status even from submissive members (for which I had no doubt followed the order of their masters or doms). Since I was vanilla they all took advantage of it.

“You know nothing. Stop talking”.

“A vanilla cant talk about dominance”.

“This is a special forum, respect it”.

“So I am not entitled to have an opinion? Who and when led the women into social submission? Other than the patriarchy itself? Can you deny it? Can you?”, I wrote.

“We are not a social club, we are BDSM forum. Don’t you know where you are girl?”

Other comments were not even so direct, mocking me in an indirect way.

I was far more than furious. My only supporter was a mistress called Arthuria.


“Shut up! You don’t know what you are talking about”, another forum member barked its teeth to me.

Enough! I was literally under attack and the administration was nowhere to be found.

So without hesitation I wrote to the administration referring all the insults and the attacks I had been under just because my status said “vanilla”.

I closed the laptop from my nerves. The thread was flushed with angry member forums the one after the other. The had lost it. Totally.

“That’s what you get when you are fat and ungly”.

“It’s called middle crisis, it will pass”.

Lisa called seeing me fighting on my own. Even Arthuria had stopped answering.

I opened again the laptop and in another message flashed in my inbox “From the administration.

“Dear Nemessis, sorry about the insults and the attack you went through. Every new member has the right to their opinion and so do you. My forum name is Dark, you can write me here and there.”

“Hm..” I thought, lying on my bed. I should probably write him about Lisa but one thing at the time.

The one insulting message was erased after the other, and yet, after all of these some still mocked me.

Nevertheless, I was new but I had win a war.

Suddenly a message in the inbox diverted my attention. It was Ethan.

“Hey sorry you got through this alone. I was working all day at the law firm I told you about when we met. I am sure you need a drink, so do I. Let’s discuss it tomorrow together at my favorite bar, if you wish I will write you when and where…”.

I just typed “fine”, too exhausted, too tired, too lonely. Suddenly.

 

I met Ethan the next day at the same club the forum had organized the party. But it was different now; not functioning as a club but as a bar. More lights, soft live jazz music at the stage and far more seats and couches than the day I had visited it with Lisa.

Ethan had been already waiting for me sitting at the bar and drinking a whiskey.

“Hey, I see you made it”, he said with a warm smile.

“Sorry for the delay, so much traffic”, I exchanged the smile. I sat and placed my handbag at the side.

“It’s ok”.

“You are such a gentle man Ethan. How is it that you do BDSM? I can’t even imagine you”, I teased him.

“Oh..I can assure you I have quite a strict side if I want to. But first what do you drink?”

I scanned inside the bar for the barman. It was the same guy who was serving that night at the party. As he saw me looking at him he came closer.

“Here again?”, he asked.

I lifted my eyebrows in surprise.

“You don’t like it?”, I questioned.

“Hey don’t mess with my girl”, Ethan said stroking lightly my hair.

“Your girl, already?”, the barman questioned.

“You don’t approve?”Forgive him, Vincent can be quite an ass hole s ometimes”, Ethan said with quite a glorious smile.

“So you two know each other, obviously”, I remarked.

“We do”, Ethan said, “Maya meet Vincent my best friend”.

“Oh, hello Vincent”, I smiled at him but he remained somehow cool and distant.

“What’s your drink?”, he demanded.

“A martini”.

He silently poured the drink and left us alone.

“So are you my girl?”, Ethan lowered his eyes gazing in his glass.

I laughed. “Who knows? Perhaps I could be”, I teased and his eyes turned on me with a sign.


“Look I don’t mean to play you, you obviously are a nice young man, at least from what I see but you are a Dom as you say and…”

“Oh, Maya, forget that part. Ok? Obviously for me it’s a role, a game. I can live without it.”

“You are sure about that?”, I asked.

“Of course. Look, we can even play together if you wish sometime. As long as you want and as far as you want. Don’t listen to the nonsense you are reading at the forums”.
M…I started thinking that perhaps all these things about submission and dominance were nothing more than empty words for people to read, to fantasize and fill their free time.

Ethan’s hand slightly touched my thigh while his eyes landed on my lips. I lowered my head approaching his and allowed him to pull me inside a kiss. It was tender, warm and wet. He was ok. He should be okay.

“This weekend we are leaving with some friends for an excursion. A friend of mine has a nice villa up in the mountains. Will you come?”, he asked.

“This weekend? In two days from now?”

“I promise we will have a great time.”

“Who will be there?”

“Well you and me, obviously”, he laughed, “Vincent with his girlfriend Stela, George and Jenny and another couple. Think, we will take walks at the forest and at the lake, we will cook, it has a great fireplace and drink and laugh a lot.”

“And make love”, I said inside my head.

“Ok, then I should go and pack already”, I answered.

“Ah, no, not yet”, Ethan laughing pulled me again inside of his arms and this time he deepened the kiss until I sweetly moaned with pleasure. It seemed we would be indeed have a good time.

Ethan’s POV

I wanted to held her longer in my hands, but she had to go as she said she had work to deliver before our first trip together. As I watched her exiting the door, Vincent approached. I could tell from his stare that this wouldn’t be good news.

“So it’s all a game to you?”

Oh, man he had bionic ears or what?

“You shouldn’t ears dropping”, I said cleaning my throat.

“You shouldn’t speak so loud then”.

“Look Vince, I like her ok, as you know a lot of girls never had anything to do with the sport and yet later they liked it.”

“You are causing problems to yourself. This girl is not for you”.

“What? Hell Vincent! What do you know?”

“Believe me, I am older than you and have a greater experiences in judging characters. She will never bend.”

“Oh fuck you Vincent. Who said anything about bending her?”

“Ok but how will she react when she sees the way we behave and act, when she meets your friends in parties and gatherings. She will like no one and no one will like her. In the best case they will tell her to shut up again.”

“She doesn’t need to face anyone. I will protect her”.

“Right. Like you did at the forum?”

“What the hell? You know you are completely irrational here. I didn’t even know she had become a member”.

“Yes, that’s the point. She will not ask you nor wait for you. You have forgotten how vanillas think and she is not even a vanilla. It will taker her years to become one. She is as dominant as you and I are.”

“Believe me.. I can leave without. It’s not everyday that you meet a cheerful, strong minded and beautiful woman. Perhaps I am bored Vincent with chicks so clingy on me”.

“Oh…here we go, it has started already and you haven’t even fucked her yet”.

“Why don’t you look at your own mess Vincent.”.

“Don’t turn to me when she quarrels with all your friends and you are left alone. I warned you kid”.

“She is not that kind of girl. She will understand”.

“Hey did you read her posts at the forum? Ethan you are hallucinating”.

I signed and watched Vincent distancing himself. Damn him! I had trust in the future. I would manage it. And prove him wrong.

 

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A Sip of Coffee

The cursor at my screen was blinking and I stood next to my kitchen counter making my self a cup of hot blank coffee. Thomas was sleeping curled on one of the table’s chairs. It was 2.00 am but I needed to finish the marketing report for one of my clients. The deadline was for Monday morning but I intended to do it on Friday evening instead. This way I could travel with Ethan without after worries and second thoughts. My head though had gone empty and my concentration had wished me a fair well bye bye one hour ago. It was late indeed. I should call it off for the day.

Lisa had send me a message, asking me if had I contacted the administration with her issue and the fact was that I had, earlier in the evening, after I had returned from Ethan. But I hadn’t received any reply, yet.

Ethan had also messaged me wishing me goodnight. I didn’t answer. Truth was that I was puzzled. He was a good guy or so he appeared to be. And with an easy going attitude as far I could judge. And he had assured me that all these domination and submission things were indifferent to him.

He didn’t take any of these seriously. But why had he done it then in the past? Was it just a play or did he really need it? If he needed this role, the role of the Dom, as I suspected he did, then our affair wouldn’t last long. Sooner or later his need to dominate would prevail and he would probably seek for a submissive to fulfill this “urge”.

As always my self-preservation instinct took the control me over when dealing with a new situation.

I shouldn’t let myself become too involved or too attached. We could share a good time together but this should do it for both of us. This is why I hadn’t replied to his message. I wasn’t sure how to show him the right amount of interest but at the same time keep all this sudden intimacy over control.

I didn’t want to encourage him so much and neither disappoint him. It required balance. Not too close but not too far. After all, perhaps I was wrong and he was honest with his intentions. I didn’t know him too well to trust him.

“Try not to think so hard”, I reminded to myself. I used to over analyze things, especially after my parents’ death, but the years had taught me that so much thinking especially during the small hours, wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Sometimes it caused more pain.

Pain; I knew this word. And it knew me. After my parent’s death pain had been my sole companion, the one and only faithful follower I had never wished for. It was there night and day. During these first 3 months I had tried everything from pills to alcohol but nothing had helped.

At the best situation the sedatives were successful enough only to numb my tears, whereas the pain was piling up more and more inside like a huge block of ice which every day became harder and harder to break.

I was afraid that later or sooner it would consume me. Swallow me. Its weight would drag me into the darkness of self destruction. I didn’t know what to do. How to escape. But later in life I discovered a path; it was called loneliness. Not too close…but not that far.

“See there you go…you are making silly thoughts, it doesn’t even matter what Ethan is, who he is…because deep down you will never allow to yourself to bond completely. You know how much actual love hurts. Stupid girl, go for sleep now. Say goodbye to daddy and mommy and don’t look back. Say goodbye to your ex lovers and don’t look back. And when the time comes say goodbye to Ethan and don’t look back”.

I wiped the tears which were blurring my vision. Even now…Jesus, just the slightest reminiscence of my parents loss filled my heart with pain. “Stop doing that”, I scolded myself with such a loud voice that even Thomas woke up. “Sorry baby cat”, I hugged him. That’s how I called him “baby cat”, despite the fact that he had become quite heavy and fat. I placed a kiss on his head and wished him “Goodnight ”.

Saturday

Saturday had come and my things were packed. I had already placed Thomas in Liza’s care from Friday night, who of course didn’t miss the chance to mock me about Ethan.

“Ha…look at this…and then you were preaching me not to meet you any of these….em… how had you called them? Ah yes “call-me-daddy guys””.

“Well, Ethan is not that kind”, I softly smiled.

“Hm, well if is not the daddy type…worst for you…have you thought about it? What if he is a sadistic indifferent beast and locks you up in a basement raping you every single night?”, Lisa said with a grimace of terror.

“That’s your fantasy Lisa, not mine…haha”. I laughed… "Oh Liz, stop fooling with me, ok…it happened it just did…”

“Whatever…but how you ended up with a guy dressed as a nun, not even wanting to meet anyone and not even moving your ass for the whole evening, I think God owns me an explanation”.

“Well, perhaps Ethan has a friend we can hook you up with..”, I replied to cheer her mood. “And look, I managed to get you back in the forum so your odds are good again”.

“Get lost out of here…”, she laughed and I made my way for the exit.

“Oh and safe sex…”, she shouted behind.

“Always…”.

Ethan welcomed me in this car with an avid kiss. Too avid. He almost bit my lower lip while kissing me and I had to pull away. I squirmed but he held me down. It took him 2 to 3 more seconds to release.

“God what was that?” I complained but not honestly. I licked my lip. Would this be swollen?

“This was for not answering my message.”

“When 2 days ago? Do you still remember it?”

“Well, I would have given it to you sooner but I didn’t see you. That’s your payback”. His finger playful touched my noise.

“Ok..I guess I deserved that, I won’t make a scene”, I said smiling and nodding my head.

“No, you won’t”, he said with a bright smile.

And then I got it. He was flirting with me like hell! And flirt, well, flirt was not my thing. It actually made me feel a bit embarrassed. I felt a wave of heat spreading to my cheeks and I almost lowered my head. I didn’t wish for him to see it. Flirting was seriously not my thing!!

“Ok..2 things…first Vincent won’t be joining us. He has some business thing to attend to. Secondly, whatever you see, whatever you listen…”

“Yes, I know…I will shut up”. I completed the sentence.

“Maya, you amaze me…”

“Yes, I learned a lot as a vanilla from that forum”.

Ethan stroke my hair with a delight on his face and we set off. Today I would be a good girl.

 

The mountain greeted us with midst and a chilling air. The rich aromas of the forest filled my lungs with essences of pine wood and thyme. We left the car at the little slope that signaled the end of our trip and continued on foot until we reached the house; secluded and hidden inside the green scenery, made from wood and glass, a fine example of how the modern architecture could adapt into nature.

“That’s gorgeous”, I admitted as we ascended the stairs for the porch.

At the door, Jonny and Bell, welcomed us. They seemed pleasant everyday people and nothing spoke of their bedroom habits. If they had any of course. But as I walked through the door, heading to the the living room, a woman’s aura stroke me. Sitting at the sofa, a tall and slim figure, with long brown curls set her green eyes on me. She didn’t move, her stare remained set on mine. Instead she sipped her wine slowly. Her dress was thin and her fine figure could easily be traced under the elegant garment. Despite the fact that she wore almost nothing and I was dressed like a climber, I know she could see me as much as could see her.

“Maya, this is Jenny”, Ethan made the introductions.

“Well hello Maya, nice to meet you”, she said in a polite way while her eyes kept scanning my body from toes to head.
I nodded my hair in acknowledgment. Ethan’s hand slightly pulled me backwards breaking the spell. His hand led me to the stairs. But while I was ascending the stairs I couldn’t but turn my head to her. She was ravishing.

Up in our bedroom, Ethans pulled me into a furious kiss. “Ethan, wait”, I complained a bit.

“I am not a bus driver Maya, I am a man”. As he turned me around and I faced the wall so many thoughts twisted in my mind.

“Come on be with me”, he said to my ear while his tongue licked my neck and his hands released me from my garments.

Once he managed to throw away most of my clothes, he turned me around again.

“Such a pretty face, I want to see it when I cum…”.

I surrendered as he almost threw me at the bed. I would find it somehow. His hands pulled my jeans off. He lowered my underwear and like a hungry wolf he licked and pressed against my clitoris. The sexual arousal had started kicking in. I pressed against his back leading him to enter me. And then it didn’t last long. I squirmed under his body as he reached his climax.

I hoped that he had enjoyed it. “Are you okay Maya”?, he asked when he came back from the bathroom.

I was already standing at the window enjoying the view of the lake, wrapped in a blanket. “I promise you next time will be better and longer”, he said leaving a soft kiss on my neck.

In my head thousand of thoughts. I wondered if this was my fault insisting on vanilla sex or was it Ethan? And if that was Ethan, then what was he doing in a BDSM forum? And if it was my insistence, why was I so suddenly disappointed? Perhaps I heard too much, read too much, lived in a bubble. “Damn you Lisa!! What’s wrong with me?” But I was sure she wouldn’t have the answer. I didn’t have the answer.

“Maya won’t you come down to meet the others and get dressed?” Ethan’s voice interrupted my thoughts. He was already getting dressed behind me.

“Sure”, I throw the veil of worry away and headed for the bathroom. After all, there was someone I was eager to meet.

 

να ρωτήσω; θέλω να κάνω επεξεργασία στο πρώτο μήνυμα γιατί δεν μπορώ να το κάνω;

 

Γιατί το edit μένει ενεργό 24 ώρες.

 

thanks Arioch αλλά αυτό δεν πολύ friendly για τους συγγραφείς...