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This is a story from our early days (12+ years ago – at the time [M48/F27]).

When I first met him, I had just gotten out of a 4-year relationship with a guy that was not a good communicator. We shared very few deep conversations, no real intimacy, and never any dirty talk – those just weren’t his things. Also, as it turns out – the sex was terrible. Who knew? – Hindsight!

Shortly after our third intimate encounter, he started a discussion and explained he needed certain things to be happy. Giving a few examples most, of which focused on mutual respect and communication, he asked whether we should continue or just be friends. The premise of his conversation completely floored me. How dare he! Defensively I replied in a verbal flurry of insecure rage, insulting him on many levels repeatedly. While waiting for him to respond, I realized in a horrifying moment he had been taking mental notes, and my default style of resolution “Fight & Fuck” was not gonna work on him.

Fast forward two months – We had remained “casual”, and he was slowly picking away at all the insecurities and anger I had revealed during our “relationship conversation” in innovative and positive methods.

One such way was by sharing with me a relationship tool he called “Dice”. Little did I know there would be many more tools in my future. I will explain the rules as we go on and rundown them below if anyone is interested. However, the basic premise is. Either partner can call “Dice” at any time and each side of a die corresponds to pre-determined rules that must be followed without exception.

Just like with another one of his tools “Limitless Day” which you can read about in one of my “Advantages of Him” stories. I told him, “I’m not interested, it’s stupid, and people don’t do that. No Way!”. He replied with ‘Let’s just try and see what happens.’

I replied, FINE! With all the over-exaggeration you might expect from a 27-year-old. Below are short recaps of my first few die rolls and of course, what I feel is my first truly inspired roll of the die, in my usual over-sharing detail.

He was spending the weekend and we were in bed reading when he looked up and said, “it’s been weeks since we started the game and you have never called “Dice”.

I replied with contempt, “FINE! Not following the rules, I grabbed my die and rolled it across the bed while thinking to myself he just wants sex. Then just as the die was coming to rest, I realized there is a 50% chance of required communication. Fuck what if I have to talk and “communicate”. WTF! This is stupid.

On my first roll ever, I rolled a 1.

Rule 1: Shooters Sexual Choice (Selfish is ok and accepted without exception or complaint. However, keep in mind both must climax.).

My sexual choice was to ride him until I came and to have him finish on my belly. Simple with easy cleanup. He gets sex and I don’t have to communicate, DONE!

I offered no intimacy and no foreplay. I told him to get hard, licked my fingers, wet myself, and got on his dick. I wanted these orgasms and this game to be over quickly. The whole thing was surreal. I was having sex for what I wondered at the time was no real reason. Not love, or lust. I wasn’t just trying to please my man and “take a one-sided-one for the team”. I was just playing his stupid game and was gonna have an orgasm for no reason. Then after a few minutes, my body betrayed me, and our friction decreased. I rode him faster and harder and had a nice little orgasm and then watched as he finished. *(The voice in my head – I guess sometimes an orgasm is just an orgasm. Oddly enough I’m in a better mood. I hate him?)*

A week later, of my own choosing I called “Dice” and won the roll. I rolled a 4.

Rule 4: Bathe together (Clean and care for each other. NO SEX.).

Luckily another easy one. No sex or communication is required. Jackpot! I lit some candles and turned on the shower. We bathed together, washing, and caring for each other’s bodies. *(The voice in my head – It’s really nice to be exfoliated without getting dicked in the shower. – Who knew that was even efficient? Oddly enough I’m in a better mood. I kind of hate him?)*

A couple of weeks go by, and a few more rolls occur, all of which went well. (The voice in my head –Oddly enough I’m in a better mood. Maybe I hate him?)

A few more weeks pass, and I called “Dice” and won the roll. I rolled a 3.

Rule 3: Shooter reads something aloud (original content preferred) or shares a loving/grateful story or memory about their partner (NO SEX.).

Dammit! Just my luck. Now I must distribute and communicate. “It’s the RULE!” WTF! This is STUPID! With nothing prepared, I had to wing it and poorly chose gratitude as my distribute. I spent the next 30 + minutes trying to explain my gratitude for his (“stupid – said to myself”) relationship tools. I was totally outside of my comfort zone and fumbled badly. He patiently listened and responded with warmth and kindness. *(The voice in my head – I would rather have gotten dicked in the shower! Maybe I really do hate him!)*

Fast forward again this time 3 + years. I called “Dice” and won the roll. I rolled a 6.

Rule 6: Shooter shares a sexual fantasy/story aloud while receiving oral.

Over the years we have rolled dozens of times learning about each other on our still “casual” journey and today I rolled a 6. JACKPOT! I have come a long way in three years…. NOW I wanted a 6 and I was prepared for a 6. *(The voice in my head – Was this his plan all along? I don’t care. I rolled a 6. I definitely do not hate him!)*

I asked him to get the room ready and rushed off for a quick rinse. Returning he had darkened the room, turned off the ceiling fan, lit some candles, and set my wedge pillow in place. – Yes, now I have a wedge pillow. I climbed into position, spread my legs for him, and sang “Baby, baby, I got a story to tell.” – an old movie reference.

He began warming me up by massaging my inner thighs and slowly working his way to my pussy. He all the time takes it slow, and I swear, usually by the time he gets to my clit or inside me I have already cum a little. I love having him between my legs and all the time try to make it special for him, trimmed tight, waxed smooth, full bush, I have even planned prickly… Well, really, it’s all for me. Because with each look, he gives me an experience tailored specifically for the girl I am at that moment. It is never the same-old-same-old with this old man.

Side Note: When I’m in between looks or feeling self-conscious about my situation his comforting opinion is all the time “All that matters is that it is you.” *(The voice in my head – I think i do hate him!).*

As he continued massaging my mound and all my intimate parts he asked about my story. I replied “I haven’t decided yet. Keep warming me up. It feels so good. Maybe I will tell you ‘The One where you gave me a Tail, or The One where I Tasted Myself, or The One where I was Your Toy?’ I’m not sure yet. Keep going, it will come to me.”

Tonight, I was trimmed tight and loved the feeling as he massaged me up and down against the grain. He was working me so close I could feel his warm breath and when he added deep licks and nibbles. I knew I had to get things started. I reached down pushed his face slightly away and asked him to watch and slipped two fingers into my pussy and then brought them to my lips and purred to him… “Maybe this is the story for tonight? I love this story. That night was incredible.” Getting my reference instantly, he pressed his face into me and moaned sending vibrations directly into my clit. I gasped “That’s it, baby”. Clenching my fingers in his hair I pulled him tight against me and began my story.

“Baby, remember that time you fed me my taste over and over?” He moaned a deep throaty approval into me flooding me with more vibrations. I whispered. “GOD! I love that.” Still tangled in his hair I clenched tighter and scraped my nails against his scalp and dug in, causing him to moan deeply again. I whispered again “I love that baby. Now listen to my story and keep pace with my words….”

*- He moaned deeply again.*

“Baby, remember that time I wore vibrating panties to dinner? You controlled my every thought that night. I loved that. It was amazing. Do you remember how you randomly zapped me on the way to the restaurant while telling me what was going to happen when someone approached our table? You also told me you were going to make me cum during dessert. You said, “Chocolate and Cumming.” Do you remember?”

*- He is pressing his thumb firmly against my ass.*

“Do you remember what you did to me when my meal was served? You Zapped me long and hard. Do you remember the look on my face and me telling you I came a little? Do you? Do you remember what happened, next Baby? You told me you wanted to taste me, and I should put my fingers in my pussy and I did that for you right there at the table. Didn’t I? Do you remember what happened next? You made me reach across the table and you tasted me then you made me taste myself and zapped me as I licked my fingers and then made me taste myself again and again. Baby, it was so fucking hot.”

*- I love the way he is feasting on me.*

“Do you remember, I was past any point of reason by the time dessert arrived and telling you, “You need to take me home right now and fuck me!”? I remember my clit was throbbing and aching with anticipation as you slowly reached across the table to feed me dessert. Knowing you were about to zap me without mercy was so exciting. I remember the rich taste of chocolate filling my mouth and then a never-ending zap that made me cum. Baby, do you remember that? I do.” “Chocolate and Cumming”.

*- OMG! He has two fingers in me and is pulling up. It’s incredible.*

“Do you remember, by the time we got to the car I was so far gone, I couldn’t control myself, and the second I got in my seat I began madly fingering myself and the squishing sounds I made for you? ‘Baby, I remember your repeated commands and how I gagged myself over and over with my sweet cum covered fingers for you all the way home.’ Do you know, I think about that sometimes?”

*- His thumb is in my ass. OMFG! He is gonna make me cum.*

“Baby, I remember finally getting home and you zapping me all the way to the bedroom and then I rode your dick until I soaked you. I came so much! I remember sucking your cock and licking your balls clean while you watched. I remember you fucking me and then my mouth over and over, feeding me my cum. I remember you finally exploding in my pussy and how I cleaned the taste of us from your cock. I was so turned on that night. I came so many times.”

*- He is so fucking good at this. I can’t take much more.*

“Baby, I Love that memory. I love the way we tasted. I’m close. I’m so fucking close. I want you to kiss me after. I want to share my taste.” I was so worked up; my head was spinning with memories and his mouth was swirling around my clit. This was gonna be a full mind and clit orgasm. I said to him, “Do that thing, Baby. Please make me cum!”

*- This is it! I’m done.*

Hearing his exhale, suspended me, and everything slowed.

I felt

• his hot breath pouring onto my pussy

• the pressure of his thumbs spreading me

• my clit becoming fully exposed

• his teeth clamping down around the base of my clit

• the cool rush of his inhale electrifying every nerve

• the pulse from deep within my body

and screamed “It’s Happening! Baby, I’m Cumming so hard!”

He drew another long breath recharging my clit and bared down on me intensely sucking and slurping on my clit sending me directly into a second wave. I dug my nails into his scalp, gasped, and screamed again “You’re zapping me, baby. OMG! I’M STILL CUMMING!!!” He fought against the repeated rise and fall of my hips and the twisting of my body sucking on me with passion until I had nothing left and begged him to stop.

I asked him for my kiss and we shared my taste making the memory real again. *(The voice in my head – Oddly enough I’m in a better mood. Maybe I never really hated him!)*

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**The Dice Game – Make it your own.**

The dice are to be kept in a small bowl on the dresser and all the time visible. The rules are simple. Unlike “Limitless Day” either partner can call “Dice” anytime they choose. The game can’t be refused.

When someone calls “DICE” each person rolls their die and the person with the lowest number wins the roll and rolls again then plays the corresponding rule.

1. Shooters Sexual Choice (Selfish is ok and accepted without exception or complaint. However, keep in mind both must climax.).

2. Masturbation (Shooters Choice – Solo, Mutual, Together, or Individually. Both must climax.).

3. Shooter reads something aloud (original content preferred) or shares a loving/grateful story or memory about their partner (NO SEX.).

4. Bathe together (Clean and care for each other. NO SEX.).

5. Shooter shares something that is bothering them (without expecting a resolution). Partner only listens (Offers no solution, or advice. NO SEX.).

6. Shooter shares a sexual fantasy/story aloud while receiving oral.

NSFW: yes

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