She sitting alone, still naked, her body shaking uncontrollably, and her young soul pouring out of her crying outs in a manner that breaks my heart. She is young though, an inexperienced. Mid 20s. So full of ideas when we first spoke!

Curious like a cat, brave like a blind person crossing a busy street, naive as only an inexperienced person can be. Intrigued in the less conventional side of meeting an older and more experienced man behind the back of her young vanilla bf. She wanted to know more about power exchanged, about submission and about her own body in the hands of someone who was been around for too long. Or so she thought, she fantasized ...

We clicked o line, spoke at length, explored her likes and dislikes, the boundaries, the do's and the don'ts and we eventually met ... to play.

Her face was pretty, her expression shy and daring her body was better in person that it was in pictures, her young and small blossom begging to be handled with care, with yet a life ahead of her. Petite and delicate on the outside, nothing in our chat would point at the fragility of her mind though.

And so, it didn't take long for her tears to appear. Discovering the power of certain raw emotions like hope, desire, fear, pain and ultimately pleasure for the first time, all together, can truly be overwhelming. She begged me to stop with tears in her eyes, and then to start again, to go on before asking me to stop again. Edging has sometimes that effect, until she crossed an invisible line, hlthe point of no return before which she knew she had to go all the way to the end, despite my efforts to keep her walking on the rope.

So when I finally let her go, she exploded, her skin covered in pearls of sweet, rosy from the excitement, her eyes close while her mouth we wide open gulling air as if emerging from a deep dive. Her body curled like a baby, shaking from the strongest orgasm that she could ever have imagined.

And then she left to the corner of the room, crying inconsolably, unsure in her mind if what had exactly happened to her. Was it real or just a dream? How was she to return to her vanilla, happy life, having experienced the flavour of darkness in the hands of a gentle, older and certainly experienced man?