Master Class

I recently made a note on my phone called “Warm Leads.” This is not a business document.

It is, instead, a list of guys who I think are hot, or who I’ve flirted with, or who’ve slid into my DMs at various points wanting to fuck.

I kept losing track of these potential partners, so I decided to write them down. (Such is the difficult life of a slut!) Next time I was horny, I’d know where to go.

On a recent Saturday, the moment called. I opened the list and started texting, asking who was around. Only one seemed like he might be free, and he asked what I was into. I told him I was a top/side, who likes to fuck, suck, and be sucked. He replied that he was a “total slave,” not at all interested in being sucked.

In that case, I told him, “I can destroy you.” This got his attention. He asked me to show him how much of a master I was. How much of a master I was?? I’d never even been a master!

I was at a total loss of how to respond. Do I be honest and tell him I’m actually a total softy people-pleaser? Do I pretend otherwise? Do I just give up and ghost him?

I settled on something like: “I’d like to put you face down on my bed, ass up, while I fuck you super hard.”

He said that’d be nice, but he wasn’t in the place to do anal tonight. “Then I’ll fuck your throat,” I said.

“As you wish,” he replied.

Oh, so we’re really doing this.

A couple hours later, I dispatch him to my apartment with instructions to let himself in. In the meantime, I brush up on the Italian imperative (command) tense, and translate some essential phrases like, “hurry up,” and “get on your knees, slut.”

I make sure my door is cracked open, get naked, sit on the couch and start stroking so I can be hard when he arrives. On my phone, I pull up some porn to get myself more horned up. The video I randomly select happens to be a sub-dom dynamic with a little twink at the mercy of two hung tops. I take mental notes.

I realize I need to pee and right as I lurch for the bathroom, he buzzes. Fuck, I knew that would happen. I buzz him in and empty my bladder while he climbs four flights of stairs. Then I throw myself back onto the couch, dick now totally soft, and start jerking again.

He pokes into the door, I tell him to come in. There’s a brief exchange of pleasantries, then I tell him to undress, that I want to see everything. I can tell he’s nervous, but I watch with pleasure as he peels everything off. He stops at his underwear. I repeat, “everything.” He sheepishly pulls them down.

“In ginocchio,” I tell him, just like I practiced. He sets his bare knees on the tile floor. I lean back into the couch and lift my sweaty socks toward him. He devours my feet, mouthing toes and inhaling deep sniffs.

I peel off my socks after a couple minutes and he continues apace, toes in mouth, tongue licking every inch. I’m rather enjoying it, but I did promise a throat fucking, so I stop him after a bit and tell him to suck me. I’ve been stroking the whole time he was occupied with my feet, so I’m still hard.