My GT

My GT was built for Grand Touring

The GT of my dreams was a for a while a young woman, but as time went by, I actually preferred the original concept. For any automobile, aficionado GT stands for Gran Turismo, or “grand touring.” when translated from Italian. During the heyday, late from the 1950s to mid-’70s, these two letters stood for sport coupe that combined stylish body, luxurious and comfortable interior, good handling, and offered high speed, in other words: performance. By the 1980s, the term was overused by automobile makers to the point that it lost its original definition.

In my particular case, if I would compare the subject of this story to a car, she would definitely be a GT. Incidentally, that was her initials too.

GT of my dreams

She was blonde, blue-eyed with oversized glasses, five foot four inches, slim, and shapely.   Nineteen years old, single, no children, a non-smoker, and she was studying healthcare (obviously intelligent).  Her heritage ethically was the same as mine. We lived about five miles apart, unfortunately, she lived with her parents in a nice upscale neighbourhood. Upon her application, she enclosed her phone number. Her initials were GT, just as in a Grand Touring vehicle. Indeed she was built for Grand Touring in a much different way! She became the GT of my dreams.

After reading her letter, emails at this time period were not used by the general public, I called her. We had a pleasant conversation discussing exactly what we both were looking for. GT was very articulate. She liked older experienced men, no boys for her. Loved oral sex and preferred males with experience, who knew exactly what they wanted.  I sensed right away that she was submissive by the way she spoke. She liked someone to be in charge. Liked the fact that I just turned thirty. I’ve lived not far from her place of studies in downtown.

GT loved oral sex and wanted to know the size of my penis, as she liked a certain size, larger than average but certainly nothing over eight inches, as she hated the feeling of choking. More revelation from her: she had been sexually active since she was fourteen with much older males; recently ended an affair that had lasted several months with a married man, because his wife found out. It was important for her that I had a place of my own.  Privacy, for our sexual encounters. GT was on the pill, was willing to provide a doctor’s report that she was clean of any sexually transmitted diseases (STD), and she wanted one in return.  She hated condoms as much as I did. She liked the feeling of bare skin to skin in her vulva and the taste of cum in her mouth. She was a cum slut, loved the smell, taste and the texture on her tongue, mouth or skin. She didn’t like pubic hair but wasn’t shaved. Since she lived at home her mother sometimes saw her nude and she thought shaving her pubic hair off was repulsive. GT kept hers extremely close-trimmed. She would shave it off if she be living alone or with someone.

She didn’t like pubic hair on men as she hated choking on hair strands, asked would I shave off my pubic hair from my scrotum, and around my penis? I told her, this would not be a problem. GT preferred men with very little body or facial hair. She could live with a small moustache.

I felt that I’d just won the lottery, the first prize! GT certainly was in my comfort zone. I had a very recent blood test that confirmed that I had no STDs. I  did not have had any sexual contact since I took the test. GT was tested recently too. The result would be back soon. She offered to visit and check me out, during a weekday late in the afternoon, after I’ve returned from work.  She took my phone number and address and promised to call me soon as she had STD test results. Two days later on a foggy, overcast April day, when I got home from work, there was a message on my answering machine from GT. Her results were back she would come by 6 p.m. if I was home, she would come up to see me.  She was in the downtown area right now. Otherwise, I could call her during the day but only when her parents were not home. 

 The visit

A few minutes after six, GT buzzed the intercom, and her image appeared on my TV. I let her into the building, she took the elevator, and there was a knock on the door. I’ve opened the door to my small but very comfortable and well-furnished apartment. GT stepped in and took her shoes off. She had a raincoat on as the weather was very overcast. Greeted her with a hug as she took off her raincoat. I hung it in the closet in the hallway, and we stepped into my main room; the living/bedroom/dining were all in one. GT wore a grey skirt and a white blouse. Her legs were slim and she wore sheer pantyhose. She had a nice smile, augmented by medium red lipstick but no other makeup. Her fingernails looked very short, chewed off. I was in blue jeans, a blue and green plaid shirt with blue socks.

GT glanced around slowly, trying to learn about me, as much she could by observing my domain. One could tell a lot about a person’s home. She noticed there were several oil paintings on the walls, landscapes, and a flower or two. My large and heavy Zenith TV set was flanked by two tall bookcases packed with several interesting-looking books, both in English and another langue of our heritage. VHS movies, CDs, the bookcases flanked by two giant floor-standing Klipsch speakers. On the top of the TV set was a VHS  player/recorder.  Centered in front of the large window with white opaque curtains, was a small elongated glass table with chrome legs. A bright yellow vinyl high back very modern chromed steel-framed armchair.  On the table was my phone and answering machine. Next to the table was a very nice-looking French Provincial styled black leather armchair. Adjacent to the right was a medium-sized teak console, housing my expensive-looking separate stereo components: a pre-amp, power amp with dual large power meter both all black with McIntosh written in an Old English font. Sitting on top of the console was a black Sony digital tuner, a Sony CD player, a Nakamichi LX-5 cassette recorder, and a Thorens 125 turntable.  Adjacent to the right of the stereo system, across from the TV was a foldout bed. Flanked by another bookshelf housing a glass section holding wine and shot glasses.  She saw a bottle of Grand Mariner, Courvoisier VSOP, Remy Martin VSOP cognac, and several bottles of my favourite and expensive imported sweet wine, costing $40 and up depending on vintage per 0.5 litre bottle. Several framed photos and a horsewhip were on the wall. The whip was the real thing just displayed for decorative purposes. The wooden floor was partially covered, by a large Persian-style area rug of dark burgundy with black shades.

My place was clean, compact, but extremely comfortable. The apartment had central air with a thermostat.  It could be turned down to bone-chilling Arctic cold in the summer,  in the winter up to Sahara hot. She had a satisfied smile on her face, showing her perfect teeth.

GT sat down on the sofa and made herself comfortable. She was very shapely, with ample C cup breasts or even slightly larger. She had a very refined bone structure, very much like my own, certainly more aristocratic, than someone from the working class. She was slim with a nice light flesh skin tone, just as GT had described herself in her reply to my advertisement and her subsequent phone call. She took the report out from her purse and I’ve did picked my up report from my table, we exchanged them.  I sat down in the black leather armchair.

Both of us read each other’s medical reports and were satisfied with the results. She inquired about my ad, how many responses  I had, and so forth. She was very curious  I liked that. I’ve mentioned that while I had received quite a lot, liked hers because she was articulate and intelligent.  I loved intelligent females.  From her name, I could tell, that we had the same European roots. This was not a prerequisite, similar cultural backgrounds never impaired any relationship, as the partners could relate much better.  A good example was ethnic foods, I would not have to explain to her what they were.  

She smiled and laughed, and asked if I, could he make some of them or not? Yes, I could, and went on such insignificant details could make a real difference in understanding each other. GT smiled with her killer sexy smile indicating that perhaps it was true. She made it very clear, I should not expect her to make any, as she was not here to cook.

We were in total agreement, she was not here to cook, only to enjoy our mutual sexual desires and perhaps companionship. She was open to D/s or any other kink that I may have, as long as there would be no visible marks left on her body. I made it clear when it came to sex, I was not interested in sharing her with another male.  Ours had to be a monogamous relationship, and I was hopeful that GT wanted the same from me. Exactly what she wanted, and GT continued that she would be able to come to my place around this time, several times a week, stay for a couple of hours than she had to return home. GT further explained that her mother thought she was still a virgin, so she could never stay overnight. She may be able to spend a few hours once in a while here on Saturdays, during the day. When, if, and when she felt comfortable with me, she would introduce me to her parents. Then she might be able to spend weekends with me, but not for a sleepover. GT was raised strictly, she was of legal age since lived at home, she had to live according to her parent’s rules.  She was hoping, that I’d understood the reasons.  As we did share a similar heritage. Her now married sister had a tough time dating. GT had rebelled against her parent’s wishes behind their back way back in the private school she had attended, but regardless of her discovery of sexual pleasures, it was her secret. She doesn’t want her parents to find out that she was not a virgin, not until she was married, and after that, they would not care about her sexual life.

Both of us were having very honest discussions while feeling each other out, seeing how the other reacted to our desires. We both liked the fact that the other one was in complete agreement with the needs of the other, showing empathy, and a willingness to cooperate. I knew by now she would become GT of my dreams.

I’ve asked if she would like some refreshment to drink, juice, or mineral water perhaps. She got up and followed me into the small kitchen. I’ve opened the fridge and asked her to pick whatever she wanted. GT saw some large mason jars filled with some kind of jam. She wondered what the flavor was and who had made them.  It was homemade strawberry jam made by me last year. Would she like to taste it? I’ve opened one and pulled a spoon out from the drawer.

GT tasted it and was surprised, it was excellent. She also had a glass of mineral water.  She wanted to see my bathroom and wondered where it was. I opened the door to the bathroom, she stepped in and looked around. It was small, clean, and she liked that. GT mentioned that she would have to shower every time after sex before she returned home, to wash off the scent of sex from her skin, as her mother would be able to smell it. I indicated that will not be a problem we could take some showers together. GT smiled and nodded in agreement.

The best blow job

We walked back to the main room. As she was about to sit down, I hugged GT from behind and pulled her very close with my hands on her breasts and her shapely rump touching my bulge in my blue jeans.  She didn’t protest,  continued to unbutton her shirt, taking it off quickly, and unsnapping her white bra, letting it fall to the rug, all without saying a word. Feeling and massaging her warm and supple breasts, pinching her nipples felt them getting erect just as my penis was more and more in my pants which GT felt. She started to moan softly, and she reached around with her hands to unzip her skirt, and it floated gently on top of her bra and covered her feet. Stepping forward a bit, she took off her glasses and placed them on the table with her left hand. I now slid my hands along her rib cage slowly to her hips and pulled down her pantyhose; I crouched as I pulled the shimmering pantyhose down with her panties at the same time. I softly kissed her bare cheeks and took in the aroma of her bare skin.  She stepped out of the pantyhose one leg at a time and turned around stark naked and beautiful.  

She reached toward my belt, unbuckled it, unbuttoned the metal button, and pulled my fly zipper down while she smiled and pulled my pants down so I could step out of them. She pulled my briefs down, freeing up my bulge, seeing my full erection, and she noted its perfect size for her. GT got down on her knees. Grabbed my fully erect penis in her right hand, with her left hand pulled back my foreskin to expose the head all the way. Gently and very eagerly inserted the tip into her mouth and started to wrap her lips around it, just like it was the most natural thing for her to suckle on.

She expertly stroked and pumped with her right hand, as she drew my penis deeper into her throat and her left hand, massaged my scrotum. GT pulled my dripping penis from her mouth and tongued the underside of my penis’ most sensitive spot. Reached for my balls to suck on while she stroked my erect shaft firmly but gently. I was in ecstasy, moaned, and told GT that I was about to cum;  she quickly snapped her mouth around the head of my penis and felt my spasms as I ejaculated heavily. She swallowed all my warm cum. Kept on pumping the shaft with her right hand and squeezing my testicles gently with her left, sucking, pumping every tiny droplet she could.  That was my best blow job to that date, very few would surpass that in the future. It was not just the act of getting a blow job, but the visual effect of a beautiful young, firm, slim body, blonde hair, with beautiful blue eyes which emerged in total pleasure and submission to please me.

 After I pulled my penis out of her mouth, I told GT to sit on the couch.  She did, I leaned back a bit, grabbed her legs spreading them wide apart got down on my knees to lick her drenched pussy, tasting, savouring, and smelling the aroma of her very beautifully shaped inner lips.  I stuck my tongue into her vagina as deeply as I could, felt its moistness and her warmth, and the slightly salty yet sweet secretion. I was like a hummingbird that fed at its favourite flower. Indeed, this was my favourite flower, the vulva of a beautiful, healthy woman. Unfolding petals, the lips, and the wetness exuded from her vagina the honey I loved so much! GT was cumming herself, her body contract several times in rhythmic spasms, and I could hear her loud moans. As she came kept on kissing and sucking on her clit, her lips for a long time. Both of us were breathing intensely fast, with hearts racing into overdrive. We had to rest.

In a few minutes, GT begged for more. I’ve reached for my semi-erect penis guided it toward her wet glimmering opening pushed into her as far as I could. I felt her from the inside as looked at her smiling partially parted mouth. I felt my erection firming returning kept on thrusting my pelvis back and forth as my penis moved faster and faster in a rhythmic movement as she pushed with her hips at the same speed. That was a gloriously hard fuck. I was very firm and erect in her slippery and torrid hot vulva. Took me a long time to cum again, but GT’s moans, squeals of ecstasy were worth every stroke, every minute I was inside her.  I wanted to be in her for hours, days, weeks, months, and years to come. I withdrew from her heavenly dripping vulva, reached for her head, and told GT to cleanse the head of his cock with her tongue. She obliged tasting her salty, yet sweet fluids, intermixed with massaging my cock, feeling me going semi flaccid worked to regain my firmness. 

GT glanced at my watch and stopped. It was nearly 9 p.m., had to go. She jumped up and took a quick shower with me, drying each other off. I gave her a lift in my car, to the nearest bus stop to her home. She didn’t want her parents to see that she had gotten a lift from me, which would raise too many questions. On the way, she mentioned that our first date was very gratifying and wanted to repeat these dates as frequently as she could. She would call me tomorrow and would leave a message as to when.  We kissed, she walked down the street to her home.

Honey I’m home

The torrid dates were repeated several times in the next two weeks. Then, I gave GT a key to my apartment. Come over and when I got home she would be there for me. This gave us about one additional hour of bliss. GT liked my trust in her, and she took advantage of being there by the time I got home and freshly showered herself. 

“Honey I’m home” now had an interesting meaning. Soon as I stepped in and closed the apartment door behind me, GT was waiting in her birthday suit, with a sexy smile, and a nice red lipstick. She would crawl to me on her hands and knees, open my zipper and free my erect penis, suck on it for a while, ensuring that I would not cum, until later. It was hard to avoid, sometimes she ended up with her favourite treat sooner. Proceeded to undress me, so I could take a shower,  to clean off myself from work. As I showered, she made me something to eat, a simple sandwich cut into small pieces. Showing she cared about me if nothing else to have the strength to satisfy our desires.

When I emerged clean, refreshed, and dry, she would lay on the couch on a towel, and place some of the sandwich pieces onto/into strategic places on her body. She was my human plate. I ate the sandwich pieces, sometimes her juices soaked into the bread, off her body. Her wetness gave an extra and unique flavour to them. After I was done, GT got up it was time for dessert. She walked to the kitchen from the fridge grab a can of whip cream.  Gave it to me to spray it wherever I wanted on her body, so I could lick it off. She would spray it on my penis head for her to lick off too!

The dessert part had several variations with fruit, strawberries, cherries, bananas inserted into her vulva for extra flavor.  Strawberry jam or honey dripped over her nipples and vulva for my dessert. The same on my penis for her dessert.  After some rest,  we end up having oral sex, me cumming into her quivering mouth and anticipating tongue. We fucked in different positions for hours. When it was time to go, quickly jumped into the shower for a clean-up.  She loved shaving off any growing pubic hair, very gently and expertly.

The parents

Soon I was introduced to her parents as someone she had met at the Main Reference Library. The library was only five minutes from my apartment. She could have if would have gone there.  Her parents, the first thing they wanted to know was my age. Secondly my last name. They were very educated and worked in the same sector; he in the private sector, her in education.

Her father was fine with me, but her mother was concerned that I was eleven years older (this was hilarious for me considering that her virginal daughter had lost it when she was only fourteen to a guy who was twice her age!)  She had issues that I was not a doctor or lawyer. It would have been more suitable for GT’s parents if I would be. I was more or less, accepted as the boyfriend.  Her mother had warned me that GT was a very respectable and conservative girl and not the type who would have sex before marriage! 

It was difficult for me to keep a straight face.  I promised to respect her old-fashioned and very honourable views.  She told me that she will keep an eye on me to ensure that I would not corrupt her precious virgin daughter! I  once again promised that I would not take her virginity if that made her feel better! A promise I could keep. I could not take GT’s virginity since she wasn’t!

Far from virginal

While GT’s mother was correct one count GT was conservative but only in public. She did not like photos of herself in public, as she did not think of herself being attractive, which was quite the opposite. She was very good-looking.  All she had to do was get rid of those ugly large glasses. Let her hair grow back shoulder-length like she had when she had graduated high school. She had a body to kill for, slim legs, a shapely and firm arse,  tiny waist,  luscious bouncy breasts, and very nice nipples. All she had to do was to dress a bit more feminine in her appearance and not chew her nails. She looked so much better than a former girlfriend Anna ever could or would have.

But Anna had a presence and attitude. GT  lacked confidence in her appearance may be to her submissive nature.  I was willing to help her develop a bit more flair slowly. Stepping into my apartment, she changed completely.  She was still a bit unsure of herself, in her ability to please me, willing to explore, and submitted willingly to just about any kink I introduced her to. And, I had plenty. Never said no to exploring bondage, deviant or not she even accepted that she had become my model for his obsession with photography, posing in any position in the nude, and performing all kinds of sex acts. She began to love it, but only inside in my, or should clarify our apartment.  On our “normal” dates we visited many attractions, in and out of the city, and some out-of-the-way natural areas. She was not thrilled to be photographed in public.

Our sexual encounters were getting better, as GT had become more trusting, relaxed, and let her feelings rise that she had suppressed when she was with her married ex. She developed closer feelings for me. Indicating a couple of times even for a possible future with me as my wife. GT started to love me, not just sexually, passionately, but emotionally as well. She spent all of her free with me and became the GT of my dreams in reality.

While we shared many common interests from music, the arts, nature, the love of animals, especially dogs and large cats, it was not a perfect harmony on all fronts. She was liberal in her political views, while I was more conservative and politically incorrect before it became a buzzword. We both believed in equality for all races and gender, neither of us supported mixed marriages. She was more frugal (which by itself wasn’t a bad thing)  was not as quality-conscious as I was. I liked high-quality items stereos, cameras, and luxury goods such as my 18K gold Cartier watch. 

Brewing storm on the horizon

In September, she returned to college to pursue her education. The course was very intensive and she used my apartment as a place to study. After her courses, GT would come over, get undressed, shower, and study in the nude, until I got home. After that, we had our personal time. I would drive her home to her doorstep, usually around  9 p.m. Her father was happy that GT was happy. Her mother still had many reservations about my motives. But, I was legit, she had checked into my background, yes, I worked where I said, no criminal records had a good family history.  OK, I was a bit older, I didn’t have any visible vices; no drugs, did not smoke, consumed very little alcohol, and she relaxed a bit more.

Even I started to believe that GT was for me. This topic of getting married surfaced now, a bit more often. We went to several jewellery stores and looked at rings. Once burned, twice shy, I was not pushing her. She pleased me physically, exceptionally well, better than anyone before her. She yielded with a smile, sexually wanted more kink, serving me more and more, in any way that I wanted.  GT was more intelligent than Anna.  GT had better manners and had a superior background to hers.   One thing GT lacked and I missed was the femme fatale look of Anne’s. Anna was a real bitch, a gold digger and an attention whore. GT was different shy in public, but uninhibited cum slut in private. GT was not a gold digger unlike Anna. She wasn’t interested in getting pregnant. Not obsessed with the desperate attitude of “marry me and will give birth to your children” or needed confirmation that she was a woman only if she gave birth.  She was a woman, physically she had her period every month, which was enough for her for the time being.  

In late October, accidentally on a weekday, she overstayed a bit.  We were late.  GT got home around 10:30 p.m., instead of the usual 9 to 9:15 p.m.  On the following Saturday, her mother had a good old-fashioned shit-fit when I came to pick up GT.

Her mother laid into me, that I was corrupting GT, just what were we doing so late, the library closed at  8:00 p.m., so just where was she studying? I was not about to argue with her, instead, I’ve tried to calm her down and said to her mother, “she was over at my place, we had dinner, watched a movie, and we dozed off. No big deal. I love and respect your daughter.  I have no intention to take her virginity before her marriage. She can save it for her marriage, but please understand that she is an adult. If she wants to stay out later, perhaps you should let her. If she is with me, you have nothing to worry about.”

That calmed her down a bit, but she put a curfew in a place where she had to be home before 10 p.m. on weekdays and Sundays while she was attending school, by 11 pm on Friday, and before midnight on Saturday nights. If we did not abide by that, GT would not be allowed to see me again, as she felt that I was a bad influence on her. GT sneered at her mother,  “He is not a bad influence, and if I stayed out later with him, learn to deal with. I will try but cannot promise to live according to your wishes mother!” By standing up to her mother it was a shock for her, as her daughter never stood up to her before. However, this just made her mother more pissed off when it came to me.

On the following Saturday, I drove off with GT in my company truck. A week earlier, my old classic car from the late ’60s suffered a major problem with the front suspension. I’d had it with my old classic, I liked the style of the car but lately paid too many repair bills. It was time to part with it, and just to write it off, called a towing company,  “it’s yours for free, just take it.”

I had a pickup truck that I used for work, and I was permitted to drive the truck twenty-four-seven, which included gasoline expenses. GT and I went to our little heaven for some sexual diversion, went out for lunch, looked at rings again, and talked about sharing a life together. Later on that afternoon, we returned to our place, took a shower together, and it was time to enjoy each other.

Lately, it was more than just fucking for our physical pleasure, it was also an emotional and psychological connection. We popped open a bottle of my favourite wine and celebrated our closeness. GT hugged me so closely that sometimes I had problems breathing, pressing her wonderful breasts with her erect and excited nipples into me like two little darts.  She rode me hard. My penis engulfed down to the base of my shaft, in her extremely wet, and hot vulva, grinding herself into bliss, cumming repeatedly, while I came inside her.  She collapsed, exhausted in my arms, I turned her over, withdrew my soaking penis from her vulva, and told her to open her mouth, to lick and suck it clean. She lovingly did. I  tied her arms to her feet, with legs spread open while she was on her back. I took some photos of her.  I got a vibrator and spread lots of water-soluble lubrication on it, placed myself over her body between her spread and tied legs, face toward her vulva with my cock in her mouth.  Similar to a sixty-nine position.  I proceeded to deep throat her while I used the vibrator on and in her anus. Soon, I could feel her body trembling like Jello from cumming in waves, her juices from her hot and swollen vulva oozing out onto my hand as I worked the vibrator and exploded in her mouth.  I untied her, and we both took a shower.  After drying each other returned to our bed.

GT mentioned that we should make a sex video to enjoy it for ourselves.  I thought it would be a great idea, but first I would need to get a video camera, they were not exactly cheap. GT indicated she would love to see how we looked on the TV in action, and it would be such a turn-on for both of us. With that thought in mind, we turned into the sixty-nine position me being on top once again tasting each other.  Neither of us could ever get enough.

GT was very fixated on my penis, loved taking my shaft deep in her throat, especially in this position, since I pushed myself down to the base of my balls while I licked her beautiful lips. Her delicious juices, felt her warm vagina, my flower of delight, inserting my tongue deep, and licked her inside, and her inner lips. Alternating with sucking and gently biting on her clit. I was thinking of getting her a clit ring she was fine with the idea.  The only thing that stopped us was what her mother would see it!  That would be her proof of my corruption of GT, which her mother was saying all along! Perfect excuse to break us apart!

The storm

Time flew and it was around 11 p.m.  I urged GT to take a quick shower to wash off their scent so they could get back before the curfew.  GT didn’t want to go, just wanted to fall asleep suckling on my penis, tasting and savouring it, feeling it as it went limp and slowly became erect. I told her that her mother would have another shit-fit, and would be difficult, GT indicated she didn’t care!  “Just an hour or two, please!” she begged me. How could I resist? She fell asleep and slept serenely.  I enjoyed every delightful second of having my penis in her sexy mouth. Looking and caressing her with my hands her silky smooth and luscious body. I also knew that there would be hell to pay for this.

At 2:00 a.m., I woke GT, she finally listened and took a quick shower, I didn’t shower. I wanted her scent on me to linger on after I drove her home. It was 2:45 a.m. we pulled into her driveway. The lights were on, and her mother was sitting on the doorstep. She was livid with both of us, but she didn’t want to disturb the neighbourhood.  She told me “I will speak to you later!”

I drove home went to bed and slept well. I woke up late on Sunday and called GT. Her mother answered the phone and started to lay into me. I took calmly.  I’ve mentioned that GT had fallen asleep after they had a bit of wine with our dinner, which was essentially true, and I took her home when she came to. Give us a break! GT was nearly twenty years old, not fourteen. I asked for GT, but her mother refused. She told me not to call her anymore. She had had enough of my corruption and hung up. Later on that day GT called me, “do not worry I’ll see you on Monday after school.”

 On Monday, when I got home, GT wasn’t there, but soon she showed up.  GT mentioned that she had to go after her classes with her mother wasn’t specific as to where, and she could not stay long. Her mother would pick her up from the library in an hour. She was sorry about Saturday night, but it had felt so good. She asked me not to call her for a couple of weeks until the dust settled down. GT promised to continue with our meetings when she could.  Be patient with her, it would take some time. Her mother was planning to drive her home every day for a while, as her classes were near her workplace. We hugged and kissed deeply, and she left to go back to the library.

The end of bliss

About two weeks later in November, she had an opportunity to visit me on the same day, that I broke a bone in my right foot, at work. It hurt like hell. Every time I took a step,  I saw stars and felt a very sharp pain. I could not take time off from work and did not want my injury to jeopardize my future. When the weather changes, I  still feel the pain.  Involuntarily, the memories of GT flashback into my mind.

She arrived just a few minutes later after I got home. She looked very disenchanted. GT told me that her mother didn’t want us to be friends anymore. They had a huge fight, it was her way or the highway! She loved me to her surprise, as our relationship only started just as a sexual one. I had to understand her mother was paying for her education. She had to obey. I would not be able to pay for her education if she had to leave her home, and her excuses went on for a while. I was in physical pain due to my foot and didn’t want any mental anguish. I replied “OK if that is how you felt.  Are you sure this was what you truly want? If yes, leave the key on your way out.” She took my key off her key chain and placed it on his table.

Before GT left, told me that she had already ordered something for me for Christmas, and I would be getting it, hoping that I would enjoy it. I was surprised by her, feeling betrayed and heartbroken.  She was no longer GT of my dreams only a memory.

Far as I was concerned, it was over with GT. The past eight months I’ve had spent with GT were very gratifying sexually and for my domination kinks. It also had left me emotionally burned out.

I made a promise to myself never to get involved with someone who lived at home.