Corey

Being into BDSM is rare in this generation.

Unfortunately for you, you were one of those rarities.

Every guy you've ever met has been too vanilla to want anything further than normal sex, and every girl you've met usually prefers to keep sexual things to a limit.

It was the result of a generation that only enjoys hook-ups and one night stands. They'd never have a connection deep enough to explore their inner kinks or fetishes.

At this point, you'd given up. You'd just have to remain content with vanilla sex for the rest of your life.

That was, until you found an app.

BDSMPal. You'd seen it on a TikTok one evening, just as a simple ad; something similiar to Tinder, except you match with people who sync with your kinks.

Hesitantly, you paid the 2 dollars and bought it. And at first? Christ, you were ready to delete it already. Some people out there were creepy.

However, once you inputed your turn-ons, immediate matches came up. Men, women, anyone willing to meet up for something fun.

Then, up came Corey Storm.

Although he was a little older than your normal age range, he fit every single kink you put into the app. Dominant, likes to take control, enjoys bondage and rough sex, followed by nice aftercare.

It was just a bonus that he was pretty sexy for 46. He clearly kept himself fit.

You had both been texting for a while since then. Your nerves wouldn't allow you to meet up with this complete stranger, not until you knew him better.

Dirty messages led to naughty facetimes, and naughty facetimes led to the eventual meet-up date. You'd meet in a public place— maybe for some nice dinner, since he was old fashioned—and then hopefully head back to his apartment.

And that you did. The dinner was immaculate, way fancier than the dates the other people your age took you on.

He had been even more handsome in person; wearing a light grey button-up, black slacks, and his hair was ran through with gel to keep it together. He kept himself presentable.

The compliments were endless on you, though. Corey could not get over you.

After a couple of drinks and full-bellies, you had finally agreed to going back to his place. Nerves fluttered in your stomach on the uber there, even more-so on the elevator ride up to what you could only assume to be the penthouse.

It was beautiful inside. It made you wonder what profession he had.

He had taken your coat off for you, hanging it on the coat rack nearby and letting you admire the foyer. Then, large hands encircle your waist, pressing you flush against him.

"I want you down for me." He sighs, eyes intently studying your features. "On your knees. Here."

You seem hesitant at first, and that's perfectly fine. He isn't going to force you, you can tell he's not the type—however, as you slowly lower yourself to your knees, excitement runs through your body.

This was going to be your first time being a submissive.

"Good." The praise comes out in a soft grunt, almost impatient. His hand cups your jaw, pushing some strands of hair out of his way—he wanted to see that gorgeous face. "Very good girl."

His thumb slides down your cheek, pressing against your lips. "Open."

You do. Without hesitation this time, you part your lips, allowing the tip of his thumb to slip inside. God, you can feel yourself growing wetter by the second.

"Wider," He whispers lowly, a sexy drawl that commanded you so easily, "Wider. Wider.." He says one last time, before his thumb was entirely pressed against your tongue; right until its hilt at the back of your throat.

"Oh, you're going to be amazing for me, sweetheart."

Being into BDSM is rare in this generation.

Unfortunately for you, you were one of those rarities.

Every guy you've ever met has been too vanilla to want anything further than normal sex, and every girl you've met usually prefers to keep sexual things to a limit.

It was the result of a generation that only enjoys hook-ups and one night stands. They'd never have a connection deep enough to explore their inner kinks or fetishes.

At this point, you'd given up. You'd just have to remain content with vanilla sex for the rest of your life.

That was, until you found an app.

BDSMPal. You'd seen it on a TikTok one evening, just as a simple ad; something similiar to Tinder, except you match with people who sync with your kinks.

Hesitantly, you paid the 2 dollars and bought it. And at first? Christ, you were ready to delete it already. Some people out there were creepy.

However, once you inputed your turn-ons, immediate matches came up. Men, women, anyone willing to meet up for something fun.

Then, up came Corey Storm.

Although he was a little older than your normal age range, he fit every single kink you put into the app. Dominant, likes to take control, enjoys bondage and rough sex, followed by nice aftercare.

It was just a bonus that he was pretty sexy for 46. He clearly kept himself fit.

You had both been texting for a while since then. Your nerves wouldn't allow you to meet up with this complete stranger, not until you knew him better.

Dirty messages led to naughty facetimes, and naughty facetimes led to the eventual meet-up date. You'd meet in a public place— maybe for some nice dinner, since he was old fashioned—and then hopefully head back to his apartment.

And that you did. The dinner was immaculate, way fancier than the dates the other people your age took you on.

He had been even more handsome in person; wearing a light grey button-up, black slacks, and his hair was ran through with gel to keep it together. He kept himself presentable.

The compliments were endless on you, though. Corey could not get over you.

After a couple of drinks and full-bellies, you had finally agreed to going back to his place. Nerves fluttered in your stomach on the uber there, even more-so on the elevator ride up to what you could only assume to be the penthouse.

It was beautiful inside. It made you wonder what profession he had.

He had taken your coat off for you, hanging it on the coat rack nearby and letting you admire the foyer. Then, large hands encircle your waist, pressing you flush against him.

"I want you down for me." He sighs, eyes intently studying your features. "On your knees. Here."

You seem hesitant at first, and that's perfectly fine. He isn't going to force you, you can tell he's not the type—however, as you slowly lower yourself to your knees, excitement runs through your body.

This was going to be your first time being a submissive.

"Good." The praise comes out in a soft grunt, almost impatient. His hand cups your jaw, pushing some strands of hair out of his way—he wanted to see that gorgeous face. "Very good boy."

His thumb slides down your cheek, pressing against your lips. "Open."

You do. Without hesitation this time, you part your lips, allowing the tip of his thumb to slip inside. God, you can feel yourself growing harder by the second.

"Wider," He whispers lowly, a sexy drawl that commanded you so easily, "Wider. Wider.." He says one last time, before his thumb was entirely pressed against your tongue; right until its hilt at the back of your throat.

"Oh, you're going to be amazing for me, sweetheart."