The Best Booty Call Ever

I had been living with a submissive woman, she considered herself a slave, for almost 10 years. We had decided to end the relationship. I was feeling lonely and horny. I looked around the Net and discovered a dating site that looked sort of interesting. I searched for women in my area. Most were clearly looking for husbands and their profiles just didn’t work for me. One woman posted a nice close-up of her smiling face. I couldn’t get that smile out of my mind. Her profile said that she lived about 50 miles from me and was looking for a casual relationship.

I sent her a message on the service. To my surprise, she replied. We exchanged only a few messages. She made it clear she was looking for a lover. I was too. She wrote that she was married and planning to separate. It’s hard to remember now, but I believe we also talked on the phone. In any case we decided to meet halfway between our houses at a motel. There was one conveniently located that wasn’t too expensive. We both knew why we were meeting.

Even though our intentions were very clear, I wondered if anything would happen once we were actually face-to-face. We met in the parking lot of the motel, both of us a bit shy. I asked her if she wanted to “do it?” I was always a smooth talker. She said yes. I went to the office and got us a room. Once inside, we didn’t waste any time. We were both very turned on. We got naked and I mounted her lion-style and we both had really nice orgasms. Afterward, we snuggled and chatted, got in our cars, and went home.

It wasn’t very romantic but for me, at least, it was a lot of fun and I wanted to do it again. Apparently she felt the same way. We exchanged emails and set up a meeting about a week later. Same parking lot, motel, and lion-style. We were both having fun.

We never really dated. All of our meetings were for sex. In between orgasms, we learned about each other. I also shared my interest in being spanked. Our sex became more interesting. Mrs. Lion would straddle my face and I would give her several oral orgasms. When she was done, sometimes she would ride me cowgirl-style. Often, she would stop before I ejaculated and finish me by hand. That is my favorite!

She tried spanking me. The first time, I could barely feel her hand touching my butt. It took many weeks and a lot of encouragement to get to the point where I felt a mild sting. I know she thought it was kind of odd, but she clearly liked pleasing me. She also enjoyed her orgasms. The lioness-on-top pattern was well established almost from the very start.

Not too long after we began meeting, the submissive woman who lived with me finally moved out. Mrs. Lion came to my house instead of the motel. She would stay until she had to go to work. She had a job that started in the early hours of the morning. It was clear that we really enjoyed one another’s company. It’s impossible for me to say when I realized that I needed her with me all the time. But at some point I knew I couldn’t be without her.

She felt the same way. Not long after we talked about this, she moved in with me. Meanwhile, she continued practicing her spanking. She graduated to a paddle and a wooden spoon which would sting a bit. She still hadn’t gotten to the point that she would make me yelp. Sex was always with her on top. I think that like a lot of women, she always had her best orgasms when riding me. I absolutely love it.

Love snuck up on us. We weren’t looking for it. We were looking for sex and we found it. Somehow, without either of us realizing it, we wanted much more of one another. We wanted to be together, sex or no sex. I’m amazed that two people who wanted such a superficial connection, managed to fall in love and live  together happily ever after. Haven’t we been taught that sex needs to be delayed to allow love to flourish? Isn’t that what they teach young girls? Give a guy sex and that will be all he ever wants. Not true in our case.

We not only had sex on the first date, we had it as soon as we were alone together. We barely knew each other’s name before we knew each other’s body. It does sound like a formula for failure; the worst kind of one night stand. But it wasn’t. It was the beginning of 16 years (so far!) of true love and companionship. It has to be the best one night stand ever.