Chapter 1681 Chat Room Hookup(Gay Fuck):>Ep7

• The morning after my hookup with Paul I felt a little guilty for what I did but it was also kind of exhilarating. I couldn't believe I acted upon a fantasy and I justified it in my mind as a once in a lifetime action so the guilt wasn't necessary. It would never happen again. However, in the back of my mind, I wondered if Paul would try to contact me again and further wondered what I might do if he did. I wasn't sure I could do it again or even if I wanted to. I think I was a little scared because I enjoyed it so much. It was so out of character for me so I decided I wouldn't contact him that's for sure.
• While I was getting ready for the conference sessions for that day, my mind kept wandering back to the events of the previous night. I was never the submissive type before but somehow letting someone else take control relieved me of the responsibilities for last night; I was "ordered" to do these things even though we had acted them out in the chat rooms several times before. It also allowed me to totally "let go" in a way I never had before, so by giving control to Paul, it also allowed me to fully live out my fantasies too. In my mind and our game, "No" wasn't an option.Doing something out of the ordinary is also energizing. Our daily lives are predetermined by routine; getting up, showering, going to work and all the bullshit that comes with it; coming home having dinner, watch a little TV, go to bed and repeat. Last night shattered the routine. It was also nice to explore my feminine side too. Dressing up in lace and stockings while turning someone else on was so exciting.
• During the conference I couldn't help thinking about the feeling of having a hard dick in my mouth again; savoring the taste of another man's meat; the sounds of me giving him a wet, sloppy blowjob; the excitement when I felt his cock pulsate and him lunging forward; the taste of his semen; looking up at him after he finished cumming in my mouth knowing he was pleased with my blow job; wearing lingerie while opening the door for room service with cum on my face; being spanked before getting a good ass fucking while people from across the street watched us; the first feeling of pain/pleasure in my ass; hearing him grunting as he fucked me; the sound of his skin and balls slapping against my ass. Then I thought of the end of our adventure feeling so excited that I totally submitted myself to another man; letting him dress me up in lingerie, obeying his every order and satisfying his sexual needs. I felt my cock getting hard continuously during the day as my thoughts drifted to the night before. As the day wore on I was kind of insulted that Paul hadn't at least sent me a text thanking me for being such a willing partner. Heck, I let him treat me like a total slut. I started to feel used and ashamed of my actions. I vowed never to repeat them again...ever.