Well my Dear Readers, it has been a long time since I updated and I do apologize! A lot has been going on (moving, changing careers, finishing a degree, etc.) but I want you to rest assured your favorite vixen is still very much here and I’m excited to catch you up on all my sexy Vixey adventures! Now, it’s important to note not everything follows a strict chronological order. Sometimes I like to jump around and for this next particular story, I’m going to do a call-back to a former story so I can demonstrate an important point. Bad experiences can have happy endings. It just takes some personal maturity and accountability to “rise above the meh”.
When last we saw Nick, he had given a decidedly “less-than” performance in my first Adventures in AFF. Tall and hot. Nice cock. Didn’t really know what he was doing. Or at least that’s what I had surmised, post-sex. He also sucked at communication. Fast forward a few months later and guess who’s sliding into my private messages? Yep. Apparently, Nick wanted a shot at round two.
Okay, full disclosure, I was seriously on the fence with this one. You’ll recall that for a woman, the libido is more than a few dick pics and the offer to bang it out. And Nick really was not the best in the sensuality department. I had to admit a part of me was curious though. Was sexual redemption a thing? Maybe it was worth it to explore? I figured these were questions that deserved consideration. I decided to see what good ol’ Nick had to offer but wasn’t going to hold my breath.
I laid out my expectations plain and clear: you want me to give you another chance? Here’s my availability and it’s up to you to travel to me. Nick was quick to agree and color me surprised when I actually heard the knock on my door at the time we had set. I mentioned before how Nick knew how to get a girl’s heart racing in the opening moments of a connection. He did not let me down the second time.
I was up in his strong grip, my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist as we kissed. There’s something so feminine in that feeling of being cradled in a strong man’s embrace. I could feel his instinct to protect and control the encounter and there was a deep part of me that responded. I wanted him to be in control.
PSA: Submission and dominance in sex is so much more than simple fetish and especially for me. Consider for a moment that a woman is often carrying the weight of family, household and maybe also a career on her shoulders. All this while being forced to fight and claw for respect or in the very least to be seen and heard. Sex is such a pure and raw escape. In sex, there are times I want nothing more than to embrace the escape for all it’s worth and have someone else step up to take charge (more on this later). When I find a partner who has the confidence and experience to do that, it elevates the physical intimacy to the next level. And just so you know, guys, from the emails I’ve read, I’m not the only girl who likes a capable dominant partner.
Back to the story.
His cock was rock hard and throbbing inside of me. We lay on my bed. Nick took more care this time, ensuring his length didn’t penetrate so deep it hurt. Our bodies moved together. My breasts pressed to his chest. His fingers gripped in my hair and the back of my neck. I wanted his cum deep inside of me. I moaned for it to happen and could feel his body responding to my words, my sighs and hitched breaths. I’ve been told my bed voice has a powerful affect on men. I could feel the evidence of it in the way he started to pound me. That instinctual need to fill me.
One last thrust. He slowed. We relaxed. I laid in his arms, enjoying the moment because it had definitely been better than the first time we had met. I felt my own heady rush from the much needed release. And then Nick surprised me a second time. Instead of riding off into the sunset as a one hit wonder, he stayed for another round. And damn was I glad he did.
We fucked a few more times across the house and he left me thoroughly satisfied.
My short chapter with Nick is something I look back on fondly for its conclusion. We never really connected afterwards but I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing. He came into the picture underwhelming and left with a much better impression and one I reflect on far more than our first time. There were no more future failures to let down our amazing ending. Though I typically prefer my stallions long-term, the Nick adventure just goes to show some guys are great for a short ride and sexual redemption is possible.