Sasha

There is a restaurant around the corner that I frequent, not often, but enough. In this little corner hangout is a girl, a waitress, that is the most beautiful thing ever. I had been many times before and never seen her, but about a month ago, I looked up from my menu and there she was. She had the most pleasant smile and in a very strong Puerto Rican accent asked if I’d like something to drink. I do not usually have this reaction to females in real life. By that I mean I have seen women in porn that I think are gorgeous and I wouldn’t mind curling up next to in my fantasies. In day to day life, however, I rarely find that a woman makes me drip like Sasha was making me do this night.

If I had a “type” of woman, it would be exotic….the complete opposite of me. Long dark hair, olive skin, may or may not even need makeup, larger breasts. Sasha was all of these things. Her hair was pulled completely away from her face in a low ponytail and went all the way down to her unbelievably perfect ass. She had the tiniest of waists and her breasts sat there just begging for me to caress them. I tried so hard not to look at her chest. I felt like a man all of a sudden, and I know how women hate when men do that. I turned red, flushed, got hot and began to fan myself with the menu. I stumbled over my drink order and felt like such an idiot. When she turned to walk away, I smelled her perfume blow by me and nearly came unglued. It was all I could do to get through that meal. I had a lovely dream about Sasha that night and have been back once since to “eat” at that restaurant.

I am not bisexual, but I would say that I am very curious. Dominating women scare the hell out of me. When I imagine myself with another woman, it is with another submissive or just vanilla. It’s very different with a man, in my mind anyway. I like things rough….hair pulled, spanked, bound, forced, etc. But with a woman it’s soft. I want to smell her, feel the softness of her skin, taste her, run my tongue along her nipples and feel her tremble just like I would.

Maybe one day, if Master allows it. Until then, I will have sweet dreams of Sasha.  :)

~His little one