(I'm going to start telling you some of my sluttier stories...

(I'm going to start telling you some of my sluttier stories. I like to write, and maybe some of you like to read. comment your thoughts!) Two summers ago, I was hooking up with a very dominant older woman. She was tall, dark skinned, and very beautiful. Soft masc presenting. She wore gold jewelry that I found devastatingly sexy (one memorable time, she moved to take off her chain and set it on the night stand but I grabbed her wrist and told her to keep it on. Keep your watch on. Keep your chain on. Fuck me with your jewelry on.) She was incredibly charismatic. She worked in a fancy office in a tall building and she memorized my drink of choice so she could order for me (whiskey sour made with bulleit rye, lemon, and simple - no cheap sour mix, she's a princess). The sex was heady, frenzied, life-giving. We weren't particularly compatible romantically, and when I broke it off with her it was messy and dramatic, but our summer of sex was ... well. you'll see. Most nights after she got home from the office, we went out to open mics and other events where she performed as a comedian. I would sit in the crowd and watch her intently, try to catch her eyes if I was feeling a bit mischievous, stick around and mingle with her colleagues after the set, look pretty on her arm (which I love to do. There's this trophy-wife part of my soul that was LIVING), etc, and then she would take me home, still high on adrenaline, and fuck me senseless. She intimated that before me, she wasn't necessarily a super dominant lover. But from the first time we hooked up, she was in total control and she loved it. I think I have that effect on people sometimes. "On the bed. Legs open. Don't move." She delighted in trying new things with me, knowing that I was sensitive and obedient enough to make it a really good time for both of us. She tied me up, she edged me, she once used the stopwatch on her phone to time how fast she could make me cum (under a minute. like 45 seconds)...she was wild. And one night, I felt like turning the tables on her a little bit. Playing a bratty little game. We were at a party where she was scheduled to do a set. I wore a pale pink sundress and walked around with her, shaking hands with people and being sweet and charming as usual. But I had a trick up my sleeve. While standing at the bar in a shadowy corner, I wriggled out of my panties. I'm a dancer, so I can move very stealthily when I need to. I hid them in my closed fist. I did all this while she was distracted ordering our drinks. When she turned back to me, I smiled at her and calmly stuck my panties in her blazer pocket. She didn't realize what they were at first. I sipped my drink and carried on a normal conversation with her and the other people around us, chatted to the bartender about the cocktails. Then, I took her hand and calmly slid it under my skirt, leaving it there to explore. Her eyes widened when she felt my bare, wet pussy waiting for her. I smiled innocently. Then the emcee announced that it was time for her set. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed her on the cheek. "Good luck!" I winked. She gave me a smoldering look as if to say "I will deal with you later" and took the stage. I have to hand it to her - her set was solid, even though she was clearly a little off her game. What a professional. I can't express how hot it was to me, to watch her swaggering around the stage telling jokes I had helped her edit, the crowd loving her, with my wet, lacy panties in her pocket the entire time. As soon as she got off stage, she made a beeline for me, put a hand on my waist and said in my ear "Go wait for me in the bathroom, bad girl." I was happy to oblige. I went to the single-person bathroom, checked my lipstick in the mirror, and waited for about five minutes (thought it felt much longer). She walked in, locked the door behind her, and immediately pinned me up against the wall. She growled in my ear. "You're fucking crazy." "Maybe a little bit. But you like it." "Yes. Yes I do." No pretext, she slid two fingers inside me and started to fuck me hard and fast. I lifted my leg and put my sandal-clad foot up on the opposite wall of the small room. "It's really convenient that you're so flexible." "Yeah it's kinda like I was made to be fucked in bar bathrooms." Her long fingers felt so good inside me and I could already feel myself building to an orgasm. I bit my lip to try to keep quiet, but when I started to cum I couldn't control it and I moaned out loud, definitely loud enough for people outside the door to hear. Satisfied (for now), she took her hand away, washed her hands, and straightened her collar. She kept my panties. We walked out together (no point trying to be subtle at that point), and I could have sworn the guy waiting for the bathroom gave her a high five.