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I knocked at the door and waited for her to open it. When she did, I spent a couple of seconds looking at her face. She was holding a nervous smile on her small lips (as expected, you do not usually invite people you just met to your house) and those shiny brown eyes caught the rest of my attention. She greeted me with two kisses on the cheek as the Dutch custom dictates and invited me to go inside. When she turned her back to me, I spent some time looking at the house. There was a bookshelf that spanned all the way to the high ceiling and next to it a brown vertical piano with plants on top. On the opposite side of the room, there was a turntable playing classical music and a small collection of vinyls below. In the center of the room, facing the window, was a mustard leather couch. After scouting the room, I thought to myself, "This is a person I really want to get to know better."

She invited me to sit on the couch and I served the two glasses of rum. At the beginning, it was a little awkward but with time we got at ease with each other and started to have fun. She was a Ph.D. professor in her thirties, although she suffered a burnout a couple of months ago that forced her to take sick leave. She was wearing very loose clothes with gray socks on her feet, and while the alcohol flowed through my veins I couldn't stop thinking about what would be underneath all that fabric.

We found out we had many things in common: we both loved Doctor Who, cycling was our favorite sport, and we both came from somewhat complicated previous relationships. Between laughs, I noticed how we started to sit closer until our legs were touching and I started to play with my fingers on her legs. She did not mind; she was comfortable. Over time I started to notice that she smelled like almonds and although she smoked, there was no odor of tobacco on her or in the house.

Eventually, she reached for a cigarette and lit it while walking towards the window and opening it. We both had a few more glasses of rum than we should have but it did not matter; we were truly ourselves at that moment. A minute of silence fell in the room. I was still sitting on the couch drinking while I was watching her sitting on the windowsill, quietly smoking. A sudden thought came to my mind: I felt like a hunter staring quietly at their prey, hiding and blending with the environment while completely locked onto her. I think she had the same thought as me, so she just looked at me and started to smile. Still, silence prevailed.

Once she finished the cigarette, she closed the window and walked back towards me. I impulsively stood up in front of her and we looked each other in the eyes. Suddenly, she broke the silence by saying, "One thing that I want to explore is submission."

Before I knew it, my hand was holding her neck firmly. She instinctively held my arm with one hand but did not resist. My lips moved towards hers and we started kissing. I felt like I was holding and enjoying my prize in front of me while she let herself be tasted. We clumsily removed our clothes and I pushed her against the wall, with one hand still on her neck and the other one holding her arms above her head. I stopped for a moment to admire her. She was skinny with very small breasts and hips, with white skin covered in freckles. Her hair was free and ran all the way to her shoulders and her eyes were firmly looking at mine, as if waiting to see what my next move would be.

I continued kissing and biting her lips while I made my way through her neck and chest towards her nipples. I took one in my mouth and looked at her. Then I bit it and saw her reaction. She moaned but did not move, so I kept alternating bites with sucking. She let herself be enjoyed by me. I was in a frenzy enjoying all that body. For every inch of skin, I spent quite some time leaving the mark of my teeth on it, while on the opposite side I filled it with kisses. Her hands were still held by mine and although she tried to free herself in the process, eventually she gave up and started to scream.

I took her towards the couch and made her bend over it. I put a pillow underneath her belly and her face was touching the fabric. Her arms were at her back and I was holding them with my hands. In that position, I could enjoy her small butt, which I spent quite some time kissing and licking, from her hips up to her legs. I could see how eventually drops of her humidity ran through her inner thighs, which I licked as if I was dying of thirst. My penis had not been that hard in a very long time, and I put it between her legs. She started complaining, asking me to stop, that this was not correct and that we were neighbors, but in the heat of the moment, my only thought was to enjoy the prize that I had been chasing the whole night, so I penetrated her. A scream of pleasure came out of her mouth while I pushed my penis into her.

I do not know how long we were having sex, but at the end, I was completely sure that there was not a single place on her body that my lips had not touched: nor her feet, nor her hands, nor her back. She had been completely mine for that night. During that night, we both came several times and we ended up completely exhausted on top of each other on the floor.

And then, suddenly she just said, "I think you should better go back to your house."