Last night I had a fantasy of a big, tall man, impossibly big.
The kind that could crush me if he wanted to. Crush anyone if he wanted to.
But he didn't want to. He wanted to please me. He offered his body up to me to use as I liked. The look in his eyes of fiery desire and submission was a beautiful sight. His long dark hair was falling into his eyes.
He was up on his knees, watching me attach the laughingly wimpy velcro cuffs around his wrists and ankles. His wrists I fastened together and then to the headboard. His ankles I fastened to the corners of the bed, drawing his legs far apart on the big bed. Then I pushed his head down into the pillow.
"You will not struggle against these restraints. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I will not." His words sounded like he was talking to himself as much as me.
His cock was already swollen, heavy and swinging beneath him. He'd wanted this for a long time. And now the moment was at hand.
He told me he wanted to feel helpless and under my control. Hard to accomplish with wimpy velcro cuffs and a 6'5" bear of a man. But the restraints were far less a part of my control than my words. If he wanted what I had to give, he had to do exactly as I said. He wanted it badly.
I crawled on top of him and draped my body over his, kissing the back of his neck. He held my weight easily. I am not a small woman. I grabbed those long brown locks and pulled his thick neck back gently and then harder. At the same time I reached underneath him and squeezed his cock hard. He groaned.
Sliding off him, I parted his cheeks and touched my tongue against his hole. He quivered and gasped. I smiled.
We were going to have some fun tonight, this bear of a man and I.
Another recurring theme, the bigger and stronger and more masculine he is - the bigger a thrill I get out of taking him.