I should never have asked her to coffee that night at the burlesque show. I should never have walked her home that night after coffee. I definitely should not have started dating her. This is the story of my very short relationship with my accidental girlfriend Ella. 

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Ella lives down the road from me. About 1o minutes away in fact. The first night I went over she made me mushroom and stilton risotto because she was a vegetarian. The risotto was also one of the strongest tasting dishes I have ever eaten, she used an entire family pack of chestnut mushroom and an entire slab of blue stilton. In her defence though, it didn’t taste bad. Just overpowering. But I’m not here for her cooking skills.

Her room is clean, artistically littered with books (she is an english lit student) and at one side there is a big double bed. I push her onto to the bed lightly and kneel down in front of her. I start to kiss my way up her leg, my hands reaching under her lime green dress. Very few people can pull of lime green but Ella can. I pull off her thong. I gently bite the inside of her thigh, noticing how smooth and soft her skin is. Her hands are in my hair and she’s moaning quiet loudly. I bite her harder. She pulls my hair harder.

This is a turning point for me. I realised that whilst I like her body and she turns me on sexually, I have no real emotional attachment to her at all. It makes me feel guilty and this in turn leads to my sadistic behaviour over the course of our relationship.

I push her further onto the bed, turn her over and put her into the head-down-ass-up position. I hitch her dress to her waist and immediately push a finger into her already soaking pussy. I push in a second finger and start a steady rhythm. She’s shaved and a light pink colour, this compliments her pale complexion very well.

I lean over, still pumping her smoothly with my fingers, and whisper into her ear.

“The safe word is Nunnery. If you want to cum, you have to say “Take me to Chicago.” When you cum you need to say “Chicago”. Got that?” I nibble at her ear.

Although she’s panting heavily she manages to whisper “Yes.”

“Yes Mistress to you. Now remind me what the safe word is?” I quickly flick at her clitoris. This elicits a squeal from her. “No, that’s not the safe word.” I hiss, and promptly deliver a spank onto her left ass check. It blooms pink. I’m not worried that it has hurt her though because my finger is gushed over with another wave of wetness. What’s the safe word Ella?” I ask again, pushing my fingers into her harder, faster.

“Nunnery!” She gasps, and then gasps again as I deliver another spank.

“Nunnery what Ella?”

“Nunnery Mistress! The safeword is Nunnery!” She is really concentrating to get the words out. My thumb has been circling her clit and I rub it harder. Her whole body tenses and I smile.

“Are you going somewhere Ella?” I insert a third finger.

“Yes Mistress! I’m going to Chicago!” Her voice is muffled when she answers because she’s pushed her head into the pillow, wriggling and pushing her bum further towards me.

“Good girl Ella.” I saw and start leaving light bites down her neck as I now work into her very hard. I use my other hand now to work furiously at her clit and soon she is vibrating her with orgasm onto my hand screaming “Chicago! Chicago!” before collapsing completely.

Now I take off her dress. I pull her into me, stroking her hair and telling her gently “good girl Ella” until she is asleep. In the morning I wake up early, leave a quick note and go home to shower and dress for the day. I send her one text later on to tell her I will visit in two days time.

For the next month I visit her about three times a week, always at night and always to dominate her. I scratch her leaving long red marks, I spank her until her bum is cherry red and I make her say Chicago four separate times in one night. However I still get bored, the lust fading quickly due to lack of emotional investment. It makes me crueler. I want to see where her limit is, but it seems she has non.

By the end of the third month I see her less than three times, not texting or calling her and no longer trying to find her limits because I think she has non. If I didn’t end it, it would have gotten dangerous for her. I have to say she was a wonderful girl, smart with a smoking body. I don’t know why I couldn’t come to love her. In retrospect though I could have ended it better, but by then I had already started to resent her and our empty relationship. 

  • Guest

    So sexy. 😉

  • Lost Angel

    She was obviously using you for the joyride. But I think your role in the relationship was beyond disturbing. It makes me question of kind of girl she was to take part in the whole charade. The aggression from the start definitely sets the entire relationship on the wrong path right away. Pain tears down love, and that kind of notion (wrestling, aggressive hair pulling) is like a declaration of war—fixing two girls as bitter rivals against each other.

    Even though she appears to have taken the submissive role, her relaxed attitude to the rough intimacy makes me question if she possibly saw you as the inferior one. In this, it would mean that she was just soaking up everything you could throw at her as a testament against your dominance. As to say that you’re not as powerful as you think you are, and that she’s truly the greater one between you.

    I find the whole S&M commands to be rather dreadful. The way you’ve presented it makes me think of a child walking in shoes three times his size. Not a romantic thing in the least, and very unappealing to me because of that—borderline creepy even.

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    Why Chicago? That’s such a dirty city—it wasn’t even in the butthole.

    Nunnery is definitely a five-star British word—right next to nannyfanny and fannywanker.

    I question why you chose finger penetration. Was that a feminine instinct thing? In my experiences I always found penetration to be the dullest form of foreplay. I’d always just jam the hell out of my girl’s button until I felt like she was just being a glutton—and that’s when I’d stop, and force her to take a break. Never any safety words, or cum words—pretty sure there aren’t really any limits on that kind of thing. This fact itself suggests that she was just saying that to get you off of her. Your efforts must have begun to become obnoxious to her. Possible sarcasm war maybe?

    The fact that you ditched out on her proves that you simply lost all interest in the affair, which makes a lot of sense to me if there wasn’t any real emotions involved. Once the hormones run dry, your heart just can’t take the absence of true intimacy. As I’ve said, no one wants love—they want true love.

    Wouldn’t say retreat was a lack of focus on your part (as in you ditched her and left her high and dry after using her up), because there obviously wasn’t ever anything special between you both in the first place—no commitment from the very beginning. And despite this, I don’t believe you when you say you never had any emotional attachment for her. You must have had a lust for her body, but once your got a taste of it all—the fire died out and the glitter was gone.

    This just goes to show how lust is a negative thing, because in your deprivation, you both took each other unwholesomely—and got used up. Desperation got the best of you. Lust—the negative reflection of love. Take this experience and learn how to identify lust. It’s not just any desire for intimacy or affection, it’s the desire of it in a way that leads to the consequences of dangerous things.

    This little event would have been left you both desolated if it had been with a man. Not that either of you walked away from this without any damage, because your haunting memory appears obvious to me. Luckily? Women tend to feel preserved when they’re intimate with other women (apposed to with men). Not exactly sure why, but that tends to be the case.

    There is a fatal flaw in that logic though, because exposure is exposure—and even if you’re just spamming solo sessions, you’re still making contact and wearing yourself out. Too much of any of that is going to be a bad thing. It’s far better to reserve yourself and take a focused stance on sexual matters from what I’ve learned. I’ve always strived for something wholesome, but as I matured—my focus has become strict and solemn.

    I’ve matured to a point where I see all casual sexual interests as immature. I take intimacy very seriously. Why ever settle for less than something special? All you get is a moment of pleasure, and what it costs you is a piece of yourself that you can’t ever get back. You’ll have to lie to yourself and downplay the price you’ve paid just to get by, and once you pick up that habit—it’s all downhill from there. You’ll end up in a spam of meaningless intimacies, hollowing yourself out—all the while telling yourself you’ve still got it—a notion you can’t even take seriously alongside that empty feeling between your legs (and the other one in your heart). You’ll be haunted by the fact that you know you’re lying to yourself, so just say no—just say no. It’s just not worth it.

    People tend to take sexual intimacy far too lightly. They fail to see the danger in sexual obsession and overexposure. They just give in to their weakness instead. Not to say anyone is to be immune to these desires—because as humans we all need emotional sustenance to survive. It’s not totally an unacceptable thing if your need to let loose at times. It’s just important to know where to draw the line. To understand the importance of reserving yourself, and not aiding to the sexual delinquency of others.

    Beyond all else—this whole thing appears to be one big mistake you’ve made—and what matters most now is that you can learn from these mistakes so you never have to deal with this nightmare again. Just do that.