How Reading Femdom Stories Led To My Facesitting Fetish

When the world became boring, I turned to the Internet. Being born in 1990 meant that I was bought up in an age of computer chips, satellites, smart phones and the World Wide Web – a great time for being able to get what you want, when you want and how you want it. I work five days a week doing the standard office hours as an internal tech support guy. I don’t hate my job, but I get bored very easily, and nothing says boring like having a degree in computer science that translates into me turning a computer on and off again in order to fix a problem 90 percent of the time.

Like anyone with access to the Internet, I’ve seen a lot of porn. When I get home, I get out of my work clothes, turn the heating on and grab my laptop. Nothing helps me at the end of the day quite like an orgasm. Now, if I’m honest with you, things aren’t quite normal when it comes to my preference in adult entertainment. It must have been about 6 months ago that I started to read erotica, and then soon after I focused on fetishes within that genre that appealed to me. I can’t count the number of times that I’ve stayed up until very late reading some femdom stories and being captivated by the content within them. My favorite has to be one where the guy is lucky enough to be on the receiving end of a facesitting. Something about having the entire weight of a woman on top of me while I please her clit is so alluring – I find myself fantasizing on a regular basis about it, and that’s why I eventually started to look for ways to get what I wanted.

I knew that in my area, there was a lot of interest in the alternative side of sex. I’ve heard plenty of erotic femdom stories coming from the mouths of my friends who talk about a club they go to that’s on every Saturday and is all about sexual expression and gratification. On one particularly lousy weekend, I decided to find out where it was and luckily, I was right around the corner. That night, I got ready and went to the place.

I don’t think I’m that old fashioned, but the music at this club was very loud. I could hardly hear myself think through all of the noise, and started to get a headache as I wondered around, trying to make myself look comfortable. I grabbed a drink and looked at the main dance floor: plenty of people were dressed up in gothic and related clothing, with everyone sporting a weird piercing, tattoo or hair color along the way. My time gazing was interrupted rather quickly by a nudge from a young looking black haired goth girl: I turned and looked at her.

“Oh, sorry! Slipped. Just wanted to get a drink.” – She did look genuine in her apology, but if I was going to take the active step to stop having a boring life, now was my chance to pounce.

“That’s okay. How are you doing anyway?” – I asked confidently and maintained eye contact. While not giving off immediately positive signals, I could tell that she wasn’t the type of person to just run away whenever approached. We spoke for a bit and sooner or later, I let it slip that I desired a facesitting experience.

She looked at me with a glimmer in her eye and, in a semi-joking way, asked: “Hmm, where do you live?”. Conveniently, not too far.

We went back to my place and pretty much instigated the proceedings with little regard to standard protocols. I was on my back on the floor of my hallway and, after pulling aside her panties, had a face full of cunt in no time at all. I found it quite a weird and unique sensation: breathing was quite troubling, but the fact that her skirt was covering my face meant that I was pretty much blind as well. I could tell that she wasn’t exactly well versed in the practice, and maintained a slight bit of hesitation about making it truly rewarding for me. To her, the offer of queening must have just sounded like a free session of cunnilingus – although after getting comfortable with the position, she started to rock on my tongue and talk dirty while she did it.

After reading all of those femdom stories, I had a good understanding of what the best way to please a clit was: naturally, this beautiful goth babe was in heaven with my face on her most delicate place. In no time at all, she peaked in orgasm and clamped her legs firmly around my head as she screamed and moaned. After finishing up, she sat on top of me to regain her composure, stood up and rearranged her clothing.

“That was fun. I’m going back to the club now. See you around?” – She smiled and left.

It was my first facesitting experience, and it was different from what I expected, but it was still enough to make me want to write this, my very own facesitting story.

By Dominatrix Draven