My Wild Heart written for me by SilkySmoothSmut

Transcript

I have often been told I have a wild heart. It's not difficult to see why, of course. If you've listened to this story, I'm sure you know the kind of powerful, beautiful empress I am.

With a word, I can bring a powerful man to his knees. My voice alone can drag you to the edge of pleasure, and if I so desire it, over. My ability to tease and deny you, my playful spirit, my sparkling personality, it all paints the picture of a confident woman who knows what she wants and can get it without issue.

All of that makes it very easy to understand why somebody would tell me I have a wild heart, the way I seem to effortlessly control everything I put my mind to. And it's true. I do have a wild heart.

But that wild heart isn't the same heart that I was born with. No. My wild heart was a gift given to me by one which I will always treasure.

You see, I wasn't always the confident, dominant woman that I am today. If anything, I used to be quite the opposite. I was, to put it simply, a prude.

A virginal flower with experiences nothing like what I have now. A few chaste kisses and quick blowjobs comprised the entirety of my sexual history, and that suited me just fine. In fact, I wanted nothing to do with kink or BDSM.

To me, bondage and dominance were just excuses that men would use to justify abusing and hurting women. It felt like an injustice that anybody would entertain these ideas, ones which seemed so far disconnected from my prudish Christian upbringing. And so, this was how I lived throughout college.

While others were out partying, I was in my room studying. When they would shirk responsibilities to have some fun, I would be the one dutifully helping plan or prepare for the next society or sorority event. It was simpler that way, and I enjoyed the work.

Creating decorations or posters, handing out flyers. Now don't get me wrong, I liked boys. Though, I hadn't realized I felt the same way about girls yet.

I even had a boyfriend. A long-distance one, where we eventually closed the distance. That's why I was attending the college I was.

But I never considered myself boy-crazy in the way that so many other girls were, and I certainly felt like the discussion of anything sexual was something private, secret. Even, I suppose, shameful. That all changed, however, when I met… well, I'll just call her Minx.

Minx was, in many ways, my polar opposite. While I was nearing the end of my degree, she was just getting started. A bubbly newcomer who threw the college campus and dorm into chaos.

Where I was prudish and reserved, she was inquisitive and outspoken. In every way that I was conservative, she was far more liberal. From the way she dressed, to the books she read, or the makeup she wore, everything about her suggested a girl who was, if not in control of her burgeoning sexuality, then at the very least, more than willing to freely explore it.

I don't know how she reached that point. Everything I had learned about her family seemed to indicate that they were even more conservative than mine, with a rigid cultural upbringing which stood in stark opposition to the girl I knew. Perhaps that's partly why.

Her outspoken nature was a symbol of rebellion from the order she'd grown up with and had come to despise. I didn't know for sure, and I likely never will, and the details really aren't that important. What is important is the way she made me feel.

At the time, I considered myself straight. But meeting Minx was the first crack in the wall that was my heterosexuality. She was beautiful.

Her dark complexion. Her wicked grin. Those amazing eyes.

And then there was the way that she held herself, so wild and free and joyful, like nothing could bother her. I may have found her overly crass and confrontational nature off-putting, and her need to turn everything sexual extremely distasteful, but her looks and her demeanor, well, I envied them. I didn't realize it at the time, but I think I both wanted to be her, and be with her.

What I didn't realize was the opportunity to do the latter would arrive sooner than I expected. One night, we were setting up for another party, a casino-themed one. Complete with mocktails and card games and all manner of fun themes.

Surprisingly, Minx was there helping set up this time. Not content to enjoy the party itself, she had decided to put some work in for once. I appreciated the help, as did all the others involved, though I did slightly dread the possibility of yet another prolonged debate about sexual ethics.

Little did I know that that night was going to lead me somewhere else entirely. I was focused on putting up posters when I heard a voice behind me asking for help. Instinctively, I turned around, only to find my lips pressed against Minx's.

Last I checked, she'd been working at the cocktail preparation, and yet here she was, her lips pressed against mine, her tongue forcing my mouth open. A heady mixture of emotions overcame me, surprise, confusion, and waves of arousal. The confusion only grew when I felt alongside her tongue a cherry, one of the ones intended to adorn the cocktails, also being forced into my mouth through her lips.

The arousal only grew when her tongue lingered, just long enough to awaken something deep inside me. It felt like an eternity, our mouths locked together, just the two of us, connected, entirely separated from the party that we were setting up, from anybody else who may be watching. I have no doubt it only lasted a moment, but that moment was all-consuming.

Eventually, however, it ended, her lips pulled away from mine, leaving nothing but a slight smear of makeup and the sickly, sweet taste of a cherry. And as quickly as she had appeared, she left, sauntering back to the cocktail table, without another word, just a gentle grin and a little Minxy wink. I don't know what she was aiming to accomplish with the kiss, why did she do it, and why did she choose me?

All I know is that I couldn't stop thinking about it for a week straight. Like I said, Minx was the first one to put a crack in that wall of my heterosexuality, and that kiss was like a hammer strike, beating relentlessly at it. I knew I had to pay her back for that feeling she imbued me with, to return the favor somehow, and so I did some digging.

I discovered that, despite her promiscuous attitude, she had never had an orgasm. And so I decided that I would be the first one to do so. There was one problem, however.

As I had mentioned earlier, I had a boyfriend at the time, and I would never have considered cheating on him. So I decided that I would stage a threesome, one where we would all get release. The fact that I had never had real sex with my boyfriend, let alone a threesome, did not cross my mind as being a potential problem, though it probably should have.

So eventually, a few weeks later, I told Minx that I was going to give her a gift. That she should come to my dorm room that night dressed appropriately, and that I would return the favor that she had given me. And so she arrived at my door, gorgeous as ever, dressed in black from head to toe.

I brought her inside to play with me and my boyfriend. Truth be told, it was an absolute disaster. We were all so inexperienced, despite Minx's promiscuous persona, and none of us were able to feel comfortable with what we were doing.

What we were about to do. In fact, after a couple of tender kisses while my boyfriend watched, and a few probing touches, we called the whole thing off. It was just too awkward.

We all agreed. That, I think, is one of the biggest regrets of my life. I didn't realize at the time how much I wanted Minx.

It would take me multiple years and failed relationships before I finally accepted the truth. But when I did, it was a revelation. I didn't want to be the prude I used to be.

I didn't want to be embarrassed by the idea of kissing another girl or a threesome. I realized the reason I was so scared and skeptical of embracing my kinky side, of dominance and submission. It wasn't because it was a form of abuse or a prison which deluded its followers.

It was freedom. The real prison was the one that I had constructed around myself, of prudish behavior and a false sense of pious superiority. And I was terrified that if I ever tasted that freedom, I would never go back to being trapped in that cage.

Minx was my first taste of freedom. Minx was the reason I escaped that cage. She doesn't know this, of course.

How could she? The last time I saw her, we were still awkwardly keeping our distance after the disastrous threesome attempt. But I wish she knew.

Everything I am, my wild heart, I owe it all to her. If I could change one thing, just one thing about my past, it would be to give her the gift that she gave me in return. To overcome that awkwardness and show her how much her wild heart meant to me.

To forget my idiot boyfriend and spend the night in her arms, trading pleasure and learning how to make each other scream. I'd even give her my collar, if she so desired. Whatever form it would end up taking, I would want to show her my wild heart.

The heart that she gifted me. A girl like that, you just never forget.