Real Weekend Story: “The Night She Took Control”
Shared by Dean, 38, from Brighton – Verified Member on British Sex Finder
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It started like most late-night swipes — boredom, a bit of wine, and that restless itch. I wasn’t looking for romance. I wasn’t even sure I’d meet someone. But then her profile stopped me cold.
“Lana. 43. Fierce. Fun. Free tonight.”
The photo? Classy — not overly posed — but that look in her eyes said everything. This wasn’t going to be a polite cup of tea and a chat.
I messaged her:
“Still free tonight, Lana?”
She responded in less than a minute.
“Yes. But don’t waste my time.”
She sent me three things:
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Her postcode.
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A voice note that ended with, “Be a good boy and come hungry.”
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A photo. Black lingerie. Heels. A collar. No face, but all power.
I was in my car before I could talk myself out of it.
When I arrived…
The door was already slightly ajar. Inside, dim lights flickered from candles. A slow, sultry playlist was playing. She appeared from the hallway — tall, blonde hair pulled back, wrapped in a black silk robe that clung to her curves.
“Strip.” she said.
Not “hi,” not “come in” — just that one word.
I obeyed.
Lana didn’t touch me at first. She walked around me, inspecting me like she was choosing from a menu. Then, slowly, she pressed her lips to my neck and whispered,
“Tonight, you’re mine. No safe word. No small talk. Just yes or no.”
The night that followed blurred the line between control and connection.
Silk restraints. Ice cubes down my chest. Her mouth everywhere but where I needed it most. She made me beg. And then, when she finally let go — let me go — she rode me with the kind of hunger that only comes from years of knowing exactly what turns you on.
I’d never felt so owned. So watched. So seen.
Every moan, every command, every pause — choreographed chaos.
She whispered things in my ear I won’t ever forget.
She did things I didn’t know I wanted.
And after?
She lit a cigarette. Handed me a glass of red. And said:
“You were delicious. Let’s do this again. But next time, bring a toy.”
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