A Night With a Strapon Escort
When I decided to take a chance on a strapon escort, I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. I had dabbled in BDSM before, but had never experimented with strap-on sex, so I was both eager and a little apprehensive. However, I was excited to explore something new and satisfy my curiosity.
My strapon escort arrived shortly after our agreed-upon time. She was a tall, slender woman with long, dark hair and an alluring, mysterious look about her. Her elegant, seductive outfit and the inviting glint in her eyes made my heart race. I knew we were in for a wild, exciting night.
We exchanged a few pleasantries and small talk before I couldn’t take it any longer. I grabbed her hand and led her to my bedroom, and the sexual energy between us was palpable. I started to strip her clothes off, reaching around to unzip the back of her dress and then helping her out of it. She was wearing a beautiful black lingerie set, and all I could think was that she was absolutely gorgeous. I quickly removed my own clothing and then we were both in bed.
She immediately took charge, straddling me and sending her hands exploring over my body, igniting pleasure within me. She kissed me deeply and passionately, making me pant with desire. I wanted to take things slow, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. I flipped her over, pinning her beneath me, and started to explore her body with my tongue. She tasted sweet and salty and I wanted more.
I reached beneath her bed and pulled out the strap on that I had bought for the occasion. She grabbed it from me, quickly slipping it on and adjusting the straps. She stoked her hand along it, teasingly, and then she bent forward, positioning me at the right angle. She grabbed my hips, pushing me into her and sliding the strap-on inside of me.
The feeling was indescribable. I was filled with pleasure, my whole body shivering as I felt her thrusting inside of me. As she moved with greater intensity, I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. She increased the speed, pushing further and further into me until I felt like I was coming apart at the seams.
We stayed in that position for a while, lost in the pleasure of it all; until we both reached orgasm. We laid there afterwards, panting and clinging to each other, still lost in bliss. Eventually, we gained enough strength to move, and I laid her down on her back, taking her with me. I kissed her neck and softly lapped at her nipples before I started to slowly thrust in and out of her.
She moaned with each stroke and grabbed my hips, pushing me deeper and deeper into her. I increased my speed, sending us both into a frenzy. We reached orgasm together, finally collapsing onto the bed in a heap of sweat and satisfied bliss. We laid there in post-coital bliss until we were able to move.
We cleaned up before we put on our clothes. We shared one last passionate kiss before she left. All I could do was stare longingly at her as she walked away, until she was nothing but a distant figure.
That night with my strapon escort was one of the most passionate, exciting nights of my life. She had opened my eyes to a new experience and I can’t wait to try it again.
