Chapter 1

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Spanking, Rough, Light Bond, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Size, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Mia needs to make a choice between Sir X and Alex. Mia's relationship with Sir X is purely physical. The sex they share is amazing and intense. However, Sir X refuses to do anything with Mia beyond sex and does not meet her emotional needs. Mia's relationship with Alex is purely emotional. He makes her feel happy and loved. However, Alex refuses to have sex with Mia and does not meet her physical needs. Mia needs to make a choice between Sir X and Alex. Who will she choose?

White walls ... Too many white walls. That is how I would have described my life back ... Back before I met him. White walls ... Boring and ordinary white walls. The walls in my apartment were white. The walls in my office were white. Sure I could hang a couple of family photographs up, maybe even a painting or two, but they were still the same boring white walls.

That was my life ... Plain and ordinary ... Boring and unexciting. It was the same thing every day ... Wake up, shower, get dressed, coffee and a granola bar for breakfast, go to work to answer phones and schedule appointments, a salad for lunch, more work, eat dinner at a near-by restaurant, go home, watch a few hours of television, and go to bed. Of course there were Friday night drinks with my friend Cece and Sunday dinners with my parents, but it was always the same. For five years it had been the same!

I hadn't even been on a date since college and definitely hadn't had sex with anything other than my vibrator in just as long. It wasn't that I wasn't interested. It was just that no one had asked. It wasn't that I was ugly. In fact, I was actually somewhat pretty. However, I was shy and quiet which apparently wasn't attractive to most men.

My life was made up of white walls, and that's why that night was so different. It was that night that everything changed.

Cece didn't knock before walking into my apartment. She never did. She didn't need to. We had been best friends for over 10 years. She had a key to my place and I had one for hers.

"Get dressed," Cece ordered as she closed the door and set her purse down on the kitchen counter. "We're going out!"

Cece's high heels clicked against the linoleum as she walked through the kitchen and spotted me sitting on the couch. She was wearing a red mid-thigh length dress that showed off an adequate amount of her cleavage. Her short blonde hair was styled to perfection and the make-up she wore just accentuated her natural beauty. Her bright green eyes were visible even from where I was sitting.

It was easy to feel ugly next to her. My long red hair was up in a messy bun and hadn't been brushed through since that morning. I was wearing loose sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. My deep blue eyes were hidden behind my reading glasses as my laptop sat on the coffee table in front of me. "Where are we going?" I asked curiously as I logged out of my email account and shut down the computer. "It's not Friday."

"No, but it is your birthday Mia and we are going out! I am taking you to the nearest club, we are going to get completely wasted, and then we are going to get you laid," she explained enthusiastically with a nod of her head. "Now get dressed!"

I smiled. I knew she wouldn't forget my birthday. She never did. "Well, there is a new club just a couple of blocks away. I think it's called 'Masquerade' or something," I said as I stood up and brought the empty bag of chips I had been munching on back to the kitchen.

"Ooo," she giggled with a wiggle of her eyebrows. "It sounds sexy. There is definite possibility of you finding a man at a place like that!"

"Ya whatever," I sighed, already knowing that I was going to come home empty handed and spend a long night with my vibrator. "Just give me a few minutes to get ready."

"I'm going your hair and make up," she called after me as I walked into the bathroom. "You're gonna look hot!"

Nearly an hour later and I had to admit ... I looked hot! My hair fell in loose curls. My make-up was thin and looked almost natural. Freckles danced around my body. Cece had dug through my closet until she found the perfect outfit and finally settled on a lacy, white, strapless top and a black mini skirt. "Maybe I will get some sex tonight," I joked as I slipped on my black high heels and grabbed my purse. "Let's go!"

We walked the couple of blocks to the new club. We could hear the music coming from inside and I felt a small jolt of adrenaline rush through me. I hadn't been to a club in so long!

We walked inside and I instantly felt out of place. Everybody was wearing a mask around their eyes. 'Masquerade, ' I thought to myself. 'Of course, you idiot!' I sighed with relief when I realized that they were giving them out at the admission counter.

"Wow," Cece said as we showed our ID to security. "This place is amazing!"

I nodded in agreement as we paid the admission fee and put the lacy black masks over our eyes.

Cece and I immediately headed towards the bar. The alcohol quickly took affect on me and I felt my body start to tingle from the buzz it gave me.

We headed to the dance floor and started moving our bodies to the music. "See anyone you like yet?" Cece asked enthusiastically.

I shook my head. "They're all wearing masks," I replied with a laugh. "How do I tell who is cute and who isn't?"

"I know," Cece responded with a drunken laugh.

"I'm going to go use the bathroom," I said as the song ended. Cece walked back over to the bar as I walked towards the back hallway that I thought led to the restrooms.

I walked through the hallway and stopped. In the middle of the room was a small stage surrounded by various leather couches and chairs. On the stage was a naked woman, the lacy mask around her eyes the only thing covering her. She was bent over a table with her hands and feet restrained to the legs of the table. She couldn't move. A large man circled around the table. He was dressed in dark clothing and wore a leather mask around his eyes. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the back of an empty couch as I watched the scene in front of me. I couldn't understand what was happening. It felt wrong, but at the same time I couldn't tear my eyes away. Suddenly the man spanked the woman. She let out a small yelp and I jumped out of surprise.

A man chuckled behind me and pressed his chest into my back. He places his hands next to mine on the back of the couch, trapping me against him. My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest.

"Is this your first time?" he whispered into my ear as he moved my hair to one side. His breath was hot on my neck. My legs started to quiver, but I couldn't tell if it was out of fear or if it was the fact that his voice made my pussy drip with excitement.

"My first time?" I managed to ask with a shaky voice. "What do you mean?"

"Is this your first time in a BDSM club?" he clarified as he ran his hand along the outside of my thigh, pushing my skirt up slightly.

My body stiffened. I hadn't realized that it was a fetish club.

His laughter boomed around the room, causing several people to look at us. "You didn't know, did you?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

My cheeks blushed a deep red. "Well it's not like they keep a sign posted at the door," I snapped in an irritated tone. I tried to push past his arms, embarrassed and wanting to leave.

He kept his arms where they were, continuing to trap me against him. "You're a temperamental little thing, aren't you?" he asked, clearly still amused.

"Move," I growled, getting more irritated by the second. I pushed against his arm again but he stayed strong.

Suddenly he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. It didn't hurt. In fact, it felt quite erotic. Yet, it angered me. "Why do you want to leave?" he asked. "You seem like you could use a lesson or two in respect."

I forced myself to calm down and speak in a rational tone. "I'm not into this sort of thing," I explained as I brought a hand up and placed it around his in an attempt to get him to release me. "I made a mistake by coming here. Please let me go and move out of my way."

He released his grip on my hair, giving into half of my demands but continuing to trap me against the couch. "How do you know that you wouldn't enjoy it?" he asked, his hand moving to explore my body. He pushed my top up slightly and ran his fingertips over my abdomen. His touch sent chills up my spine. "Have you ever tried it?"

"No," I replied, my voice shaking slightly. I felt so conflicted. My mind was telling me to push his hands away, grab Cece, and go home. However, my body was responding to his touch. I had never responded to someone the way that I was responding to him. He was barely touching me, but somehow made me crave more.

"I can tell that you want to," he whispered, his hot breath against my neck once again. My skin longed to feel the touch of his kiss against my neck, but I quickly scolded myself for that thought. He was a stranger, a man I had never met. The thought itself was inappropriate. "I know that you would enjoy it. Let me show you."

I didn't know how to respond. The scene on the stage in front of me, made my pussy ache for attention. I had always enjoyed sex a little rougher. A few of my previous partners had spanked me, and I had definitely enjoyed the brief stinging sensation that it gave me. However, I knew that BDSM involved a lot more than just spanking. I knew that I would be getting myself in over my head.

"You're scared," he stated as he ran his hands along my shoulders. "That's okay. You can think about it for a couple of days. If you decide that you want to try it, let me know."

He took my purse off of my shoulder. I heard him open it and pull something out. I was about to ask him what he was doing, but heard the beeping of keys on my cell phone. I assumed that he had put his information in my contacts. He placed the phone back in my purse and put the purse back on my shoulder.

"Now take your friend and go home," he urged. "You are both drunk and don't need to make any regretful decisions tonight. Do you need me to call you a cab?"

I shook my head. "We can walk," I said quietly. "Thank you."

I felt him leave my side and turned around quickly, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. He had already disappeared into the shadows. I quickly walked back into the bar area and spotted Cece sitting on a car stool flirting with a tall man.

Walking over to her, I grabbed her arm and pulled her off of the stool. "We're going home," I said quickly as I led her towards the doors.

"Why? Are you okay?" she asked as she quickly grabbed her purse off of the bar and followed behind me.

I just nodded my head. "I'll tell you when we get home," I replied.

The following week was very confusing for me. The strange man from 'Masquerade' was all I could think about. I dreamt about him every night and had developed a new morning relationship with my vibrator. Yet, I was still too afraid to contact him. When I met Cece for drinks that Friday night, I begged her to help me decide what to do.

"You've dreamt about him every night this week?" Cece questioned.

I nodded my head, sipping my glass of wine.

"What do you feel like after you wake up from those dreams?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"Extremely horny," I replied quietly with a giggle.

"You only get scared when you over think it, right?" She asked, taking a sip from her own drink.

I nodded my head again, biting my lip nervously.

"Then I think you should go home, go to sleep, dream about this mystery man, and call him immediately after you wake up. Don't give yourself the time to think about it. If you don't like it you don't have to do it again," She decided with a nod of her head. "If you don't do it, you'll end up a lonely old lady, sitting in her rocker on her porch, and wishing that she had taken the chance when she had it."

"Oh, and where will you be when I'm a lonely old lady?" I asked.

"I'll be on my rocker next to you wishing that this guy had asked you for a threesome with me," she responded. We both burst out laughing.

After my talk with Cece, I didn't need to wait until the next morning. She, along with the alcohol, had convinced me that I should give it a try. I searched through the contact list on my phone, expecting to find a name and phone number. However, the only new contact I found was listed as 'X' and instead of a phone number I found an email address. I frowned, but quickly pulled out my laptop.

X,

Hi, this is Mia. We met last Saturday at 'Masquerade'. I was the "new girl" with red hair. I don't know if you remember me or not and I'm sorry that it took me so long to get back to you, but I've thought about it and you were right. I would like to try it. But I'm still scared. Is it okay if we go slow? Ease me into it a little bit?

Mia

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