Ever since then, Aunt Sheen had taken special care of me. She had spared no effort to make sure that every time we fucked it was a memorable experience. She was very bold and certainly did not shy to experiment.
I shook my head and smiled at the thoughts. I looked over at the tray and realized I had eaten everything on the breakfast tray and didn’t even know. I smiled again when I saw my packet of smokes and the lighter already placed on the small table beside the tray. I lit a smoke and turned to another page, this one was bookmarked with a red-colored satin ribbon.
“Wow!” I exclaimed aloud when I began reading the clear handwriting of my aunt. The page was dated a day after my last birthday. I remember how aunty had surprised me with a motorcycle as a birthday gift. The very next day we had gone for a 2-day trip to a lake resort near our home. This was when I had finally fucked Aunt Sheen. It was also the day I discovered several shocking things about my seemingly-strict Muslim aunty. Aunt Sheen smoked and had no qualms about getting drunk or getting high. That was perfect for me because although I drank rarely but was a regular stoner.
The next few pages were filled with the way she had fantasized about getting fucked by me. There was a “To-Do” List that detailed specific situations, moments and places Aunt Sheen wanted to get fucked. I was now engrossed as I read through the detailed accounts of aunt’s fantasies. It was a riveting experience; reading through the private fancies and personal desires of my widowed aunt and I realized just how sex-deprived she had been and how grateful she was of our sexual relationship.
I read on, stunned and speechless, as other pages gave details of her favorite fetishes. I was especially interested in the part where she confessed having an obsession with my ass and cum. Well, I did have an idea about that because rarely did aunty let a drop of cum go waste. She would usually suck it and swallow it all. The other times she would beg me to orgasm in her pussy or ass. The other thing Aunt Sheen loved doing was playing with my ass casually. She would lose no chance in kissing my butt and gently teasing my anus with her fingertips.
However, reading through her notes I was impressed at the way she described feeling satisfaction from being submissive.
I lit another smoke before I continued reading on. I went through page after page filled with musings and thoughts of being submissive and getting fucked in taboo ways and places.
“Wow!” I said aloud as I finally closed the thick journal and placed it beside me on the bed. I puffed on my smoke and looked out of the window. I needed time for my mind to process all that I had read in the past hour. I snuffed out the smoke and took a deep breath.
Well, this was my first experience being dominant and trying something like BDSM properly. I had watched a few videos and had a thing for it I guessed.
I looked at the time as was surprised to see it was a little past 2 in the afternoon. I adjusted my semi-erect cock under the towel and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
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