Recently I've been thinking about my first girlfriend in college - specifically about one night in particular.

She let me know pretty early on in our relationship that she wanted to be tied up and pinned down, that she loved the idea of feeling helpless. This was before I started exploring my cuckold fantasies so I was still in full on dom mode and this sounded great to me.

So one night, I'm heading over to her dorm and I bring a couple of neckties with me (I didn't have anything more suitable). I get there and we start making out a bit. She's in a skirt and a tight top just like I asked her to be. Pretty soon I pinned her to the bed with her hands above her head and start tying her wrists together with one of my neckties. She instantly knows what's happening and feigns a bit of struggle, but god almighty as my witness I have never heard a girl moan more than she did. I kept her pinned under my bodyweight and flipped around to tie her ankles. She kept moaning even as I used my last tie to gag her.

This was pretty early on when we were dating so she didn't feel comfortable with full on fucking yet - but god, in hindsight, I wish I had just ravaged her there while she was tied on the bed. She looked so fucking good. She did give me consent beforehand to take some pics, and they came out great - I fapped to those quite a few times when she wasn't available.

That night was great. I roamed my hands across her helpless body, groped her tiny tits and played with her nipples with both my fingers and my mouth. I had a lot of fun playing with her ass and pussy under her skirt. I fucking love skirts. I could get a nice firm grip of her thick ass cheeks and I could finger her until she's practically melting. I must have groped, fondled, and sucked on every sexy inch of that slut, and she loved it. She was so obviously lost in the haze, you could tell just from her eyes.

So yeah, I've been thinking about that night a lot lately. Wishing I did more with her. Wishing I had the confidence to do it again with someone else.

And before I get a bunch of pervy messages asking about the pics, I deleted them when we broke up. They're gone. I regret that sometimes, but they ain't coming back. Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.