All day on the 9th my mind replayed the memory of little slut. I’m always eager to observe and appreciate her from every angle. This beautiful powerful woman relinquished herself to me in the most primal ways. I wonder if she does it knowing that I'm in awe of her.

I thought about the role she's asked me to play, the bull. It's exciting but terrifying in it's own right. Teasing me with ideas is little slut's way of keeping me overstimulated, almost always on the edge of cumming. But mentally, if that makes sense. She’d wound me up to the point that I decided that I would role play being a bull with little slut, without telling her. Later I discovered that she used me the same way without telling me. She’s so perfect for me.

I waited until she was spending a night in her childhood home. She'd be sleeping in the bedroom she spent her "fwb/tinder" years in.

"Eta 23:47. I'll only be there for a couple minutes."

Her response was perfect, "just fucking touch me."

I could see the light on in her room when I arrived. I imagined her counting down the seconds in a room filled with her past life’s accomplishments. She quickly met me at the door. "We have to be quiet" she whispered as she dragged me through the house. She began kissing me passionately and as much as I knew it'd be breaking the scene I couldn't stop myself from pressing into her for a moment before picking her up and tossing her onto the bed.

"Show me how you were playing with yourself before I got here."

A flash of red rushed over her face and I could tell she was feeling embarrassed about obeying my command. I watched her reach down and suppress her emotions as her eyes went dead. She talks about how tinder sex was meaningless. I watched as she jumped back into that headspace. Her eyes widened and a fire washed over the love I had just kissed. It turned me on but killed me to see.

"Ask for it nicely." She said coldly. This was the power play she told me about. Be demuire and lure the men in only to have them beg. This is how she reclaimed control.

"Do you actually think I'm anything like those guys? I can smell your desperate pussy from here. I told you to show me how you touched yourself."

She let out a giddy grunt laugh. Like from the Bieber "I like that laugh" interview kinda laugh. lol As a pleaser she's been so many different women for so many different people. I adore dragging her through her identities to show her that I crave and accept all of them. Calling her a whore, spitting on her then kissing her passionately as I tell her how much I need her forces her to experience love as a slut. It’s the only way I can let her see herself through my eyes.

"Show me how you played with yourself, I won't ask again."

I wanted her to feel submission and degradation in that familiar space. Admittedly, it was hard to be cruel to her when she's such a good girl. I needed to observe her being a slut to be motivated to treat her like one. She sat on her bed fingering herself as I stood fully clothed in my uniform, boots and all. I waited until my cock began to hurt from being restricted within my clothes. I spit on her pussy without telling her that I loved her even though those were the words screaming in my mind. I flipped her onto her stomach and dragged her across the bed by her ankle until her toes could almost touch the ground. I paused to take in the moment before I pushed inside her. Even with the grandeur of the charade she was dryer than normal. I both loved and hated feeling it. I loved it because I know the emotional and psychological masochist inside her loves it. I also loved it because it allowed me to understand her past and why she could never cum with previous partners. I hated it because I hate thinking about her suffering alone before we met.

I grabbed her wrists and used them to pull her deeper onto me as my hips slammed her forward. I imagined myself as a rich business man that was tasked to impregnate his wife's surrogate during a 5min break between meetings. I don’t know why but that’s what I thought. Haha I pounded over and over until I lost myself in a trance. A trance which I was suddenly drawn out of when she whisper screamed, "Fuck I'm going to cum". little slut told me once that in all her "tinder adventures" she never once came from penetration. Feeling her pussy tighten and twitch while we played out this roleplay was too much for me. I drove myself as deep as I could as I filled her with my passion.

She hadn't cum yet. This was perfect. I kept my cock as deep as I could as I throbbed out every last drop. She began to shake as she got close.

"Let me just make sure I get it all out" and I started thrusting the shallowest of thrusts. She grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. I spat on her back as she climbed to the peak of her experience. With her pussy still gripping me I slapped her ass and pulled out. I silently gathered my things as she tremoured.

"I'll see myself out."

She jumped up to kiss me but my hand met her throat first. "We'll do this again, don't worry," I whispered as I sqeezed while giving her the softest kiss on the corner of her mouth.

Then I left.

It fucking sucked. I wanted to hold her all night. I wanted to kiss her and tell her how perfect she was. But night's like that are an investment and I received a massive return on my investment the very next day.