I met Leah at a friends' party. We hit it off pretty quickly. She had moved here recently to stop being long distance with her fiancé. Her now husband is very vanilla – like turned off by kink – and she wanted to have one last hurrah before they got married and she got pregnant. We grabbed drinks and brunch a few times, ostensibly gossiping about our lives and being gal pals but I had my eyes set on bending her over from day 1.

After a lot of negotiations between her and her husband, we finally had a date set for a one-time hall pass. She told her fiancé she loved him, put on cat ears and a tail plug, and came over

The first phase was the hunt: she wandered around and explored my home while I stalked her and hunted her. I live in a double split level that's pseudo-five stories (3 stories with 2 splits). Lots of stairs, nooks and crannies, and furniture to go around or over. Mostly on our hands and knees, think cats aggressively playing. Tackling and neck biting and scratching. She'd break free and run and I'd chase after her.

She was in an old long t-shirt, panties, and thigh highs, while I was nude. My goal was to pin her down and rub my cock on her through her underwear until she came. Her job was to prevent me from doing that.

By the time she had her second orgasm her shirt was torn up and her underwear was totally soaked. She helpfully wore white clothing so I could see every inch of her dripping cunt

We took a hydration break and then it was photoshoot time. She wanted to commemorate the night and (I suspect) get off to it in the future. So I took a bunch of pics of her, ranging from poses to faux peeping-tom to ones where she was tied up and duct taped

My favorite involved mice though. She bought a package of mice from a pet store, cut herself on the ankle to get some blood to smear on her face, and we took photos of her bloodied and with a dead mouse in her mouth

Looking at her looking all proud of her hunt almost broke me. I don't know if I've ever wanted someone so badly in my life it took all my self control not to grab her and fill her with my cum right there.

The rule we had agreed to with her fiancé was no penetration.

The rule she and I agreed to was that she could do anything she wanted to tease or arouse or frustrate me, and I would try to resist my urges. If I succeeded I got to keep the photos we took. If I failed I didn't. She would fight back, had a safe word that meant "actually stop," and if it got messy it got messy.

I never did check in with her boyfriend about that part. It was her job to manage her relationship and mine to behave how she wanted me to. For me, promising him I wouldn't penetrate her was part of the fun.

I lost the game and didn't get to keep the pictures, but I still have the one I took on my phone of her passed out, exhausted, with rope burn on her wrists from struggling and my cum dripping out of her pussy.

I wasn't invited to the wedding, but the night before she texted me "thinking of you," as a reply to the text I sent her containing that photo.