The shop on the corner.

Her words sink in, not easily through my bliss clouded mind.
Her finger's are not helping each other, and I love her for it.

“Oh fuck yes, please Kayla. Please!” I begin to pant out, “I want to cum.. so bad.. please?!” I whimper out at last, my body shaking, trembling as I try to endure an then that tongue.
It strikes me like a bolt and I almost loose it all, I almost cum without getting permission, without her leave to do so.. I almost break and I sob softly, heatedly, wantingly “KAAAYLAA Please let me cum!”

I would swear later that I had tried to pull the head board off, that I had was shaking madly as if in epileptic shock.


My hips jerk and twitch as I bite air, gritting my teeth.
 
I lean away, watching her face with dark eyes, fingers still pressing, stroking. Thumb nail teasing hardened nubbin of flesh while I think on my answer. Finally, I grin and say the only thing she will hear.

"Okay pretty girl, come for me."

Mouth drops to her clitoris and fingers speed up, stroking her inside. Tongue tip swirls over flesh. Mouth suckles. Teeth nip before tongue resumes it's quick flicking. I can feel her reaching the crest, her inner walls clutching at my invading fingers and I know that she will fall, break. Orgasm. For me.
 
I am dying, I feel my heart stopping, then slam back alive and then stop and then Bam! It's beating hard in my chest and it almost hurts, it feels so good.

It washes over me, starting from the base of my spine and racing up, my eyes and mouth wide open as I see nothing and make no sound, my back arching almost painfully as my heels dig in, my head pressed back hard.

I know I have a scream and its deep inside and wants out and can not because everything is too intense.

Then I begin to collapse back onto myself but suddenly buck again as another hits me, unexpected, I can form words now. But no one could understand except Kayla because they are my strangled cries of pleasure.

I slowly sink back, shaking, whimpering, mewling like a little beast as pleasure still snake through me.
I am terrified, what real play be like with her, am I ready.. would kill me? Would I care?
 
When she is calm, I slip away. Fingers ease out, mouth ceases it's endless teasing. I head for the bathroom and get a washcloth. I make it wet, with hot water, and return to the bedroom and her side.

I stroke the wet cloth over her face, along her jaw, over her throat and breasts, her belly and her trembling thighs. Finally, I clean her sweet little cleft, wiping away the wetness of her release.

She looks...shocked. Replete but shocked. I like that. It will make her less apt to run away. After all, this wasn't real play, this was just learning. Leaning down, I brush a soft kiss over pretty mouth and head back to the bathroom to wipe myself off. I am rather messy.

Finally, that task finished, I return to the bedroom for the last time and proceed to pick up the sheet, the pillows, the comforter. I replace each piece with care before finally slipping into bed beside her.

Arms reach for her, hands close over hip and breast. I breathe in her scent and release a quiet, heart felt sigh.


"Sleep with me, X girl. I need some rest."

No more words. Only silence...as the deep darkness takes me away.

And still I dream of sunlight and wildflowers.
 
She tends to me like a child, comforts me as if I had a terrible fright and then she lays beside me and I cuddle as close as I can, shivering with pleasure. i kiss her cheek and nods.

"Sleep Kayla, sleep an I will be here when you wake.." and I watch her just abit before I join her in what ever dreams.

In my dreams, it's bright and warm an i think there are flower, but I can't be sure.. an I see her an I am safe.
 
I wake with a start, where am I, who is this, and then...

It all comes to me and my heart calms and I lay my head back upon her sleeping shoulder. So fierce and powerful when awake, but so gentle and sweet while she sleeps.
I want to protect her, let her have the rest she needs, then, she can be fierce and protect me when we are awake.

Only a week since we really met, maybe a few days more than that and already, I am having trouble seeing a time without her.

But I will give her the space to be her and she will give me my space and what happens, happens.

I close my eyes and listen to her breath and feel her heart beat under my arm.
Just for now, right here, this is my place with her.

:rose:
 
I hear~

movement, breathing.

I smell~

ambergris, vanilla, something like deep forest.

I feel~

calm.

Brown eyes open and gaze at the gorgeous arm full I am holding. X girl. I had hoped it wasn't a dream. Tongue darts out to taste exceedingly dry lips. Body moves slightly, telegraphing my need to..

roll over her and kiss her softly.


"Hello pretty girl. Ready to wake up now?"

Brown eyes look to the clock. Almost two in the afternoon and I definitely have this day off. We don't HAVE to move, except I want to get up, go to the gym, eat something. I kiss her one more time and then roll away.

"I am hungry...for food, this time...and gods, I need to hit the gym? You wanna go out today or stay with me and vegetate til we hit the amusement park? I can not function without a work out and food, though. I tell you true."
 
I lay back and stretch, muscles tense and protest slightly and I allow my self a very happy sigh, I look up at this wonderful woman and nod, "It's a good thing I brought some jogging shorts an my sneakers then."

I roll over and slowly push up, am I pushing my bottom up first before I finally over off the bed? hell yes, she deserves to see me be my happy kitty best.

"Stupid question, do we take turns for the shower or?..." I smile and await, she might actually want the shower to herself.
 
Dark eyes watch as she rolls, poses, sits up then stands. A small smile curves my lips as I hear her question.

"Baby girl, I would love to take a shower with you...however, that is not to be right now. I would NEVER make it to the gym."

Small hand reaches out, slaps sexy pale golden ass.

"So you shower first while I throw an omelet together. Get dressed for the gym. Comfy clothes. I do weights, heavy bag, speed bag, jump rope. Usually there an hour and a half. Will try and cut it shorter, for you."

With those words, I turn and head out of the bedroom and down the stairs, into the kitchen. Takes me a few minutes to get everything together for the omelet~whisked egg whites, chopped green and red bell pepper, tomato, shredded cheddar but eventually, I have the eggs in the pan and am adding the rest of the ingredients when she comes down.

With a smile, I fold the omelet in half, flip the whole thing and then slide it on to a plate to be divided. I pour us both a glass of OJ and some ice water and place everything just so on the table.


"Okay baby doll, eat up...then I will hop in the shower and we will be on our way."
 
God bless the person who invented indoor pluming and the shower.
The water, while w wonderful and refreshing feeling, doesn't give me the same happy tingle Kayla does. On the other hand. it's Kayla's shower so it's better than my own.

She needs one of those two head numbers I have, I love my shower and two heads from either side with an djustable hand held model? Heaven.

I am done and down for breakfast in no time and while I make sure I dry myself off, I wait till we finish eating before she heads for her own shower and I go to the hall way to get my things to get dressed.

I debate panties.
Kayla may not want me to wear them.
But I don't want to show Camel toe at the gym.
I get my snug panties on an then my gym shorts, if Kayla ask ... ask? Tells me to remove them, I will present my side as an appeal.. once.

Then I get back in the kitchen for more water, a hydrated Xavi is a happy Xavi.
 
I am in and out of the shower in five minutes, dressed in loose sweat pants, a sports bra and a beater in another five. I skedaddle back down stairs and see the pretty one, sipping water and dressed to work out.

A few minutes later, we are out the door and on our way.

xXx​

I cut my routine to an hour~skimping on the weights, adding more boxing and cardio instead. By the time we left there, I was sweaty but happy and ready to spend the rest of the day where ever, as long as I was with the X girl.

I hurried us back to my house, pulled her upstairs and into another shower to get the sweat off before finally slowing down long enough to find out which park we were going to hit.


"How should I dress, pretty? It's a nice day out but since I have no idea where we are going...or if we are going straight to dinner after, well...you are the girl in this pairing...you have to help me out!"
 
I consider the park vs. Kayla and work for a comfort with something that would suit her. Dark slacks with a loose shirt so sweating won't be an issue.

"It's mostly a family park with a wide area for pick nicks with a side space for rides, Roller coaster, merry go round, bumper cars.. then a row of games where the park will steal your money of course." I go with denim knee length cargo shorts and a light blouse and my walking shoes.

This leaves my dress heals and dress for tonight at the ready on the bed.

"If it's ok, we can come back and do a quick dress for dinner.. as you wish."
 
I take what she says under consideration. Finally, I yank out a pair of baggy black jeans, black leather Classics and a startlingly white fitted tee. A white bandanna and a black newspaper boy cap completes the outfit. Being all boi all the time is overrated though, so after a few minutes debate, I add black eyeliner and mascara and just a touch of dark peach lip gloss.

"Whatcha think? You be embarrassed to be seen with me in public?"

I give a little twirl and stop, grinning over at her.

"And sure, we can spend a few hours at the park, leave by 7 or so...and be home and dressed in time for a late meal."

Finally, I quit talking and allowed my eyes to travel over her slim form, taking in the way her shorts fit her hips and the length of her legs. I really didn't want to go anywhere but back to bed...with her...naked..beneath me, but that wouldn't allow me to show her off.

I move toward her, rise up on tip toe and brush her mouth with a soft kiss.


"C'mon sexy X. Let's hit the street."
 
Electricity jumps between us as I feel those wonderful lips, my eyes flash and I grin, "Yes Kayla, I would be happy to be seen in public with a handsome Boi at my side." and I follow out the door and down the stairs.

I can't help but giggle like a kid on her first date, her first day to a park, first time having fun away from home.

We are down and out and I am at the passenger door that she has opened and waits for me. "Thank you Kayla." I wonder briefly, will I call her Mistress later? dos she even care about titles and shit like that?

I glance over as she gets in her car and I don't care, I'll address her as 'Empress Queen who sits upon High' if it makes her happy.

The engine coming alive and I know the day is going to be great, I roll down the window to let the air blow through my hair and I lean back my head.

Only a brief flash of nerves as I see my Mustang sitting on her drive way, then it's gone because I know that only a fool would mess around on Kayla's land.
 
I would like to say that our day out was fun.
But I don't remember much about it...not really.
What I remember is her laughter, the fact that she won~ not one~ but two different stuffed animals and gave them to me with a smile.
I remember the way the sun shone on her hair.
And the envious looks passing guys gave me.

But I don't remember the rides nor our conversation.
Obviously, those things didn't matter as much as just being in her presence.

The sun was beginning it's slow descent toward the horizon when we finally left the amusement park behind.


"So then pretty X girl, shower and then dressing for dinner, yes?"
 
There is something quite wonderful when I hear "So then pretty X girl.", it sends wonderful tingles running up and down my spine.
Which means it's been happening all day.

She laughs full and rich, it's a strong healthy laugh and I love hearing it.
Does she know how wonderful she sounds.

"Yes, please Kayla." I can't help but smile for her, she is making me feel so wanted, cared for.

I grab out stuffed toys, really hers, weather she wants them or not.
She can be grumpy and say she doesn't need them, but I'll hold them close and let a little of me become part of them, an then she will have that with her when I am not there.

To the car we go, on our way home for a great dinner and then.

... an then...
 
I could spend all day just staring at her.

She is...beautiful. Her body curves and billows in ways only the best women get by dint of very hard work. Yet on her? It seems like she was born that way, formed to be perfect without even trying.

Maybe I have a bias.

So we made it back to my home with nary a single issue. She was quiet and sweet and so very much...

MINE.

Okay, maybe not yet, but if I had the time? My way? The ability? She would be.

Once inside, I allowed her to get into the shower first. I wanted to join her there but I knew my limits. Naked X girl? Water flowing over perfect skin? We would NEVER make it to dinner. Hell. I doubted my ability to eat a full meal with her wearing that sexy dress, her sweet lips opening to take in each morsel of food.

Fuck me.

So she showered first...and I dug through my closet for appropriate garb.

Yes, I am a Boi. Yes, I love clothes. But they have to be the right clothes. And there was NO way I was going to show up looking less than sexy, for her. SO the closet was flung open and i searched for just the right outfit.

By the time the shower cut off, I had it.

Black fitted slacks. Women's actually but cut like wider legged men's trousers. A black silk shirt. Men's style. A blood red pocket square. Black loafers. I debated a jacket but decided that I could figure it out after I finished getting ready.

Undergarments were needed. A white satin bra...and tiny panties...thongs...

They would floor her.

I folded each piece and put the whole outfit into a neat pile, hiding the girly under clothing between the shirt and pants. She wouldn't see them until later...much later.


"You bout done, baby girl?"

I shouldn't have asked because

she

stepped

out...

and i lost the capacity for speech.

Hell, her hair was still damp, she had no make up on....but that dress...those curves.

Insta-lust.


"Damn."
 
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She tells me to shower first and I wonder why she doesn't join me, but I see a look in her eye and it's exciting and makes me nervous at once.

The shower wakes me up all over again and I clean myself from top to bottom, I want to sparkle for her, to be the sexiest girl she has ever taken out.

Thinking on the day, I have a hope how it will end, how it will finish, or maybe start up anew but in a different way.

I am glad I brought my dress in with me, the steam removes any wrinkles and it did get a bit rumbled from my home to hear. I put on the lingerie first, even the panties because she will tell me if I can keep them or not.

Yes, Kayla sets the rules, even though she ask me what I want. I know that's how it's working, she will ask me and I will tell her and it will be because she wanted it that way.
How far will her control go, how far do I let it, do I even want to stop it?

I look at myself, I'll put my make up on in the bed room while she showers.

As I step out, I get one of the most perfect compliments a woman can get, she looks me up and down and is silent until "Damn." and she grins at me.

I curtsie an step aside so she can shower, I spy her clothes and smile.
"I'll wait down stairs for you, Kayla." and I brush my lips on her cheek as she passes, her Boi swagger already starting to show.
 
So I am in the shower, scrubbing down, shaving the important bits. Not that I will allow her any liberties, not yet. She has to earn those, but looking the part under all my Boi gear? Yes, she deserves to see how the Boi gets girly.

Sometimes.

No more than fifteen minutes later, I am oiled up and getting dressed. I give myself a grin as the white satin glows against my skin. She will like this, I am sure of it...and I will like her...right out of her under garments, later.


"Focus. Get right."

I hear my voice and nod to acknowledge the fact that I am losing my mind. Slacks, shirt. Pocket square. Trouser socks. Shoes. Hair is finger styled. A touch of gloss. A hint of mascara.

I look good.


"No jacket. Red bracers."

Finally, I come down the stairs to find... her. Hair done. Subtle make-up applied. I want to ravage her on the floor.

On the couch.

On the stairs.

Instead...I smile and say~


"You ready, sweet X girl?"
 
I look up, and there she is, or the Boi is. She is a tiny bit different and it changes so much, I see the hint of the lovely woman underneath the handsome boi.
The swagger has a mix of a hip swing to it, but not so much that I can relax.
She is beautiful, handsome, sensuous and a little dangerous, all rolled up and watching me.

I get to my feet, and I am shaking, why am I shaking, because she is exciting me and giving me a bit of a scare, it's the eyes.
The look that says that I am what she wants, that I please her, and that she can take me any time she wants.
She does not call me Xaviera, or Xavi like my friends do. I am her X girl, it makes me giggle just a bit, does she know I am that much of a comic geek?

I stand straight, my hands at my side, my shoulders back. I am presenting myself to her for inspection, and I hope that I meet her expectations, No.. I want to exceed them.

“You look incredible Kayla.” I actually stumble but just barely, I was going to say pretty, but would she want that? Handsome? Incredible is good because she is.
I wish she wouldn't look at me with such hungry eyes, and yet, I am so turned on by them.

Dinner is going to be an experience. Tonight, will be .. am I ready?

"Yes Kayla, I am ready.."
 
We go out, to do the dinner thing. I had decided that we required something fabulous, so Italian was the only choice.

We arrived and were seated in a little corner booth. I ordered wine appropriate to the meal I had already chosen for us and placed our order~

Bruschetta topped with a tomato salad
Lasagna
Baked ziti (to share)
Tiramisu
Cappuccino


I know I should have asked if this would suit but I loved this little place~ a mom and pop deal that had been run by an Italian American family for over three generations.

I wanted her to eat what I ate.

I wanted to fill her up and watch her sparkle.

I wanted her to relax.


"Hope you got room, Sweet X, cuz this food is amazing!'
 
She seats me of course, she orders the wine and the dinner. And if I was someone else, I would be a bit put out an upset, thank god I want this.

She treats me like I am already hers, and I think I am. I think I really want to be, but I don't want to rush this, less than a few weeks and already, I am falling hard for her.

"It smells wonderful from here Kayla, thank you so much." and I give her my best smile, I feel giddy, a bit stupid, and I am happy with that.

"How did you guess I love Italian?" which is insanely true, but she deserves more than this. Hardly a clever compliment.

I almost miss it, but I find myself chattering away about some of the Italian things I enjoy. The foods, the music, the art.

"I took up the Violin because of Tuscany gypsy music. Very romantic and bold." and I could see her as one of their bold brave leaders, taking shit from no one, taking what she wants without regret.
 
Her voice soothes me.

Her reactions please me.

No one ever thinks that the Top worries about what the bottom wants, needs, requires. People, as a rule, are dumb when it comes to the proper etiquette of BDSM and Tops/bottoms.

Without a good submissive, a willing bottom, one amendable to training and learning? The Top has nothing, no way, to deal with the urges that rage beneath the surface. In reality...bottoms run the fuck.

Basic, brutal, true.

So i am happy that she is happy.

I am pleased that I got it right.

She is far too smart, too gorgeous, for me to allow her to slip away. I want her to need to give what she has, to me.

That takes time.

The conversation flows between courses.

We eat and laugh and moan in tandem at the succulent taste of al dente pasta...
of melted cheeses....

of garlic and butter and sweetness.

And I smile...and watch her eyes sparkle and gleam.

I watch her blush and lower her eyes.

And I know, right then, that this one will be worth it.

Eventually.

When the last of dishes are cleared away, when the last foamy sip of cappuccino is gone? I rise to pull out her chair and hasten us both toward the exit. The bill is paid, a tip is given and we leave.

I hold her hand tightly.

Because I am taking her home.

And this is not the end...

but a beginning.
 
If just one of the men, no, boys in college had one tenth her style, I might have had happy memories of college, instead, I have drunken frat parties I stopped going to. All night 'Keggers' to avoid, and lame young boys trying so hard to be men.

If she started a course at a college, I bet guys would be better men than they are.
But I think I am biased.

Then she takes my hand and leads me out and away, she isn't just cupping it.
She has taken my hand, and the rest of me, 'Oh my god, oh fuck, of jumped up Jesus, this is it...'

"Kayla, I .. I'm scared." and she pauses just briefly to look back, and I show her, I show her the timid smile on my lips, the heat of a flushed face, the brightness in my eyes.

I show her that I want her to take me where others cannot follow.
 
"Kayla, I .. I'm scared."

I had stopped to look at her. I had heard the tremor in her voice.

The fear isn't pervasive. Not the kind that will stop the enjoyment...

it will heighten it.

Eventually.

I don't answer right away. No point in it.

Instead, I smile. Slow, soft, sweet.

I lead her to the car and place her inside, with all of the grace I can muster.
I slip around and enter the driver's side door, a few moments later and insert the key into the ignition. The vehicle starts with a purr.

Finally, I speak.


"I won't take what you can not give. I will not push, much. I promise. After all, we are still learning ways to fit...and you are worth the extra effort. So chin up, my X girl. I will take care of you."

The ride home is fraught with tension. But I know that she knows~

I won't harm her.

And she will give me more than she thinks she can.

Eventually.


xXx

"Alright pretty girl. In we go. I want you stripped down and in my living room. Hands on the back of your neck. Legs spread. Keep the heels."

I lean in, kiss her gently and hand her my house key. I have some things to gather...and if she is busy making herself presentable, it will give her less time to worry.

"Five minutes...from now."
 
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