Masquerade

‘Bum up,’ he says, and lays me face down on the bed with two pillows under my hips. The thought of being taken from behind, of being face down, my ass high in the air and totally helpless, waiting for a man to mount me is, to my mind at least, dark and twisted.

He is the master of both our pleasures. His powerful hands run down my back and ass cheeks and down to the insides of my thighs. With both hands he opens me wide. That single rough action is the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me.

Suddenly there I am, spread open for his pleasure. Maybe if he wasn’t such a hulk of a man or so brutishly muscular it wouldn’t have caused the sensation of such powerlessness in me.

I am so wet and turned on that I groan when he enters me. I exhale slowly and savor the full, forbidden pleasure of having a man’s dick inside me, a woman who thought she despised dicks. Perhaps he feels my excitement and how close I am to orgasm. My muscles are already beginning to spasm.

‘Yes,’ I scream.

The orgasm comes suddenly and powerfully but it lasts only a short time. My thighs are twitching and quivering, but he orders me not to move and takes me again and again. So hard that it makes him grunt and the bed shakes and the headboard rattles against the wall. His hands are on my hips, the fingers digging painfully into my flesh, and I am juddering about like a rag doll, but in my head I want him to grip me even harder, ravish me even more, brand me. I open my mouth and ask for it.

He doesn’t disappoint. His thrusts build up even more speed. He is like a jackhammer inside me. I begin to tremble and then an orgasm tears through me. This one is really the one that sages talk about. It is like a death. It shreds you, lays you bare to all kinds of odd sensations. Floating. Out of body. Hues. Emotions. I cry when I come down and he holds me close.

‘What’s the matter?’ he asks.

I shake my head, unable to speak.

‘Did I hurt you?’

I shake my head again. This time I try to reassure him by holding his hand. He doesn’t understand. He never will. He’ll never know what I experienced.

He strokes my hair. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispers.

‘Don’t,’ I tell him. ‘It was beautiful.’

‘Really?’ He seems stunned.

‘It was insane.’

‘Insane?’

‘Out of this world,’ I tell him.

He grins.

‘Did you come?’ I ask belatedly.

‘Yeah. Did you not feel it?’

‘Sorry. I was too lost in my sexual high.’

He is still inside me and I feel his cock twitch again. I know what that means. ‘Can we rest a little?’ I ask.

‘Yeah,’ he says and lies gently on top of me, but he remains inside me, semi-erect. I know the night is not over and for that I am insanely grateful.

‘Do you have, like, a secret sexual fantasy?’

‘Yeah, I have fantasies.’

‘Something you’d be ashamed to share with anyone else?’

The blood rushes to my head. ‘Yeah.’

His eyes glitter like jewels. Precious. Beautiful. Full of secrets. People have killed for them. ‘What is it?’

Because I dare not look at the effect of my words on his face, I lift my head to his ear and whisper it.